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The young man was furious for a long time, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard a strange sound of a carriage moving.

Looking towards the place where the sound came from, I saw a little purple light approaching rapidly.

After the young man squinted his eyes and saw it clearly, he was suddenly terrified. It was a carriage with purple flames!

"Devil! Devil!"

He shouted and tried to run to the side, but the carriage suddenly blocked his way.

A powerful aura enveloped him, causing him to fall to the ground, trembling and not daring to move.

The car curtain opened, and Glenn's face came into the young man's eyes.

"Hello sir, is this the Misty Ruins?"

Glenn asked.

The young man nodded reluctantly.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you." Glenn said with a smile.

At the same time, he also removed the pressure that was hanging over the young man.

Feeling his body lighten, the young man weighed the pros and cons in his mind and wisely chose not to act rashly.

He asked, "I wonder what this gentleman wants to talk about?"

"I just saw you coming out of the fog. Can you tell me what happened?" Glenn said gently.

At the same time, the purple demon in the car with his eyes closed looked helplessly at Glenn beside him, thinking that this kid just likes to play.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and immediately answered: "It's like this, just now... a day ago, I accidentally walked into this fog. After walking for a day and a night, I almost got lost in it. Fortunately, I met the fog angel, and it was the fog angel who brought me out."

"Angel of the Mist?" Glenn pretended not to know.

“The Mist Angel is the angel that guides those lost in the misty ruins. Thanks to the angel, people like us can get out alive.”

The young man answered respectfully.

"That's really an angel, but I find it a little strange. If you got lost in there accidentally, why did you prepare so many food and drinks? And your purse and water bottle don't match your outfit?"

Glenn looked at me with a playful look.

"This...this..." The young man was already under pressure and could not find a suitable reason at this moment.

"Okay, tell me the truth. You must have come here for some other purpose, right? Was it on the orders of some noble?"

Glenn said what he had speculated from the beginning.

With his abilities, he only needed to use a little trick to discover all the truth, but he came here mainly to see if his brain had deteriorated as his muscles grew.

The young man was dumbfounded. He actually mistook Glenn for someone sent by the noble young master. He immediately knelt down and said sadly:

"I'm so sorry! Please go back and tell Master Bart! I've tried my best! There's no way the Mist Angel could have been brought out! Please ask him to let me go!"

Glenn raised his eyebrows slightly, it seemed that his inference was correct.

He turned to look at the purple demon beside him, "Do you know this Master Bart?"

The Purple Demon rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think I would remember a stupid noble who is like an ant to me?"

"Yeah, let's go." Glenn lowered the curtain.

"What about this guy?" Zi Mo was referring to the young man outside.

"Don't worry about him, he is a greedy, ignorant and unrewarding guy. The noble Bart will teach him a lesson."

Glenn said casually.

The carriage drove directly into the fog. The magic horse burning with purple flames seemed unaffected by the fog and was able to find its way in such a place.

"Can you see through other people's personalities at a glance?" Zi Mo suddenly asked.

"Just a little experience." Glenn yawned.

"Where do you get so much experience?"

In fact, this is what Zi Mo has always wanted to ask. After being together for so long, he has seen more than once that Glenn can see through the personalities of some strangers he meets for the first time.

According to the age Glenn told him, this was incredible. Even someone like him who had lived for a hundred years did not have such an ability.

He expressed his thoughts, but heard Glenn say:

"That's because you don't know how to summarize, and you are so high up that you never use your brains to solve things that can be solved with strength."

Zi Mo was speechless. With Glenn's strength, he was the most qualified to be superior, but he would not develop the same bad habits as them.

He really wanted to know what kind of environment would produce someone like Glenn.

The carriage arrived at a gray villa shrouded in fog. This was where the Purple Demon lived.

As if knowing in advance that the owner was coming, many figures emerged from the villa.

The heavily armored warriors made clanking sounds, while the floating maid was silent.

A five-meter-tall, thin butler was at the front.

This is a sub-giant. Glenn has seen it in books, but this is the first time he has seen it in real life.

"Master, welcome back."

The subgiant spoke in a deep voice and bent his body slightly.

Zi Mo got out of the car first and explained some things to the housekeeper, while Glenn was led into the villa by the maid.

By the time the purple demon and the sub-giant butler entered the villa, Glenn's accommodation had already been arranged.

"Let's take a rest today. We will go meet the Mist Lord tomorrow. He should already know we are coming."

Zi Mo asked the maid to take out the treasured wine to entertain Glenn.

"Is there only one guide?" Glenn asked, glancing at the fog outside the window.

"There used to be a lot of them, but they were discovered by a church, and the Lord of the Mist suffered a lot, so he no longer dared to use guides."

The purple demon answered casually.

"The Lord of the Mist is turning people who walk into the mist into guides? But what's the point of doing this? Isn't the guide's job to help lost people leave the mist?"

"The guide at the beginning was actually an assistant who helped the Lord of Mist to recruit laborers. The Lord of Mist likes treasures and delicacies, and he would do anything to get them."

"I see. Then what happened to the useless guides? Were they released or killed completely?"

Glenn asked, sitting up slightly.

"Now that they have become citizens of the Mist Lord's Castle, they should have gotten used to life here and will not return to human society."

The Purple Devil glanced at Glenn and replied, "The current guide is someone that even I admire. She would rather suffer herself than let anyone get lost in this fog."

"The fog here was caused by the Lord of Mist?" Glenn frowned.

“No, the fog here has always existed. I don’t know when it was passed down. The Lord of the Mist has only mastered some of the methods to survive in this fog.

"And the guide also borrows part of the power of the Mist Lord to be able to find the direction in the fog. Of course, this level of blindfolding has no effect on people at your level and mine."

This time, Glenn came here mainly to meet the guide. The fact that an ordinary person could be highly regarded by a guy like Purple Demon was enough to show his worth.

Glenn heard about his story. Although he had no intention of marrying her, he also didn't want to see someone like her suffer alone.