<h4>Chapter 180: Benjamin’s Password</h4>


    Annan didn’t dare to show too much abnormality.


    For now, his behavior was entirely in line with the behavioral characteristics of a “Venerated Skeleton’s priest.”


    After all, not many dared to call the Venerated Skeleton by the name near Freezing Water Port, except for the Venerated Skeleton’s believers. Those who were insolent inmitting this act would be dragged into a nightmare. This somewhat reinforced the fact that Annan was like his senior.


    —Indeed, senior.


    Rotten Man’s ascendancy ritual was modified from the ascendancy ritual the Venerated Skeleton invented.


    As the Venerated Skeleton became a deity by the name of “Grand Duke,” he was second-rated in the face of Elegant Elder, the deity of nobility.


    Likewise, Rotten Man, who borrowed the ritual base of the Venerated Skeleton to be a deity, was naturally substandard in front of the Venerated Skeleton.


    Such rationality made sense to indicate that Annan had a higher status than us.


    But if Annan asks too many questions, especially low-ended ones, it would arouse us’ suspicion.


    us certainly didn’t dare to bet whether he was in a nightmare. But he could also give some false information or refuse to answer.


    So Annan could only ask a few brief questions and granted freedom to us in executing the n.


    —But, Annan still managed to confirm some information in this encounter.


    The baby who would be born on December 14 was indeed Michngelo. The Rotten Man’s forces even know the baby’s future name – Michele Nottdamm.


    For some reason, the Rotten Man Church also intended to ruin this ritual.


    They had known this piece of news a long time ago and arranged the ritual of “eradicate reincarnations” in Roseburg in advance, intending to eradicate Michngelo’s soul before the resurrection. In other words, that was to sever the power and memory of the previous life from the baby.


    Before that, they arranged some forces in Roseburg.


    ——Not Transcended, just mortals.


    But they were all pious believers of Rotten Man and were adequate to act as the key to start the ritual.


    It seemed the Rotten Man Church didn’t even n to surface.


    In other words, they didn’t dare to approach Roseburg when their intended ritual was activated.


    Annan could figure out this because of another piece of information that was still pending to be verified:


    us and the Rotten Man believers had infiltrated into the kingdom’s higher-ups. They had already been lurking by the Noah Kingdom’s direct heirs.


    —In other words, every prince’s “advisors” knew each other. The purpose was to ensure that the ritual could proceed smoothly.


    They were putting up a show in cooperation with each other.


    And one of these heirs wasn’t quite obedient.


    That heir would arrive in Roseburg “just in time” on the day Michngelo was resurrected.


    Annan wasn’t sure whether the heir woulde or not.


    But, from us’s vague hints, Annan could instead be sure of another thing. On that day, it would be a disaster for those ordinary people. Its destruction would put a royal heir protected by a Transcended to an “idental death.”


    If we were to look at Annan’s force, there were only 5 Bronzes aside from Annan himself.


    Unfortunately, this might be the strongest lineup Annan could muster.


    This won’t be easy. Annan thought about it.


    He wished Benjamin could tell him more.


    At this time, Annan’s previous arrangements for us were made. After watching the three followers left, Annan nodded and asked us, “Is the person you arranged reliable?”


    “Don’t worry. They don’t know the ultimate goal.”


    us replied calmly, “They only thought that I was going to poison Don Juan. With that, the killing intent wouldn’t be directed at Benjamin. So whether Benjamin had the Soul Snatch or Prophet school spells, he won’t be aware of it.”


    “He is a wizard from Swamp’s ck Tower. So, he must be equipped with the Soul Snatch spells.” Annan solemnly told us, “Do remember not to look into Benjamin’s eyes. Also, don’t have any conversations with your men until they havepleted the mission.”


    This was what us once said to him in the previous nightmare dungeon attempt.


    Annan altered it, mixed in some false information, and returned the information to us.


    What us wanted to say should be something simr. This would undoubtedly increase his acknowledgment of Annan’s identity.


    When us heard Annan’s words, he shuddered and nodded seriously, “Okay, I understand.”


    Then, he took Annan and walked onto the deck.


    The banquet had started for a long time. The guards huddled in the corner and chatted as they assessed their surroundings while eating theirst supper before they went ashore.


    It waspletely different from the previous dungeon attempts.


    Annan, whose Perception attributes had been strengthened several timespared to when he first tackled this dungeon instance, keenly sensed the tension of these guards.


    Everyone’s eyes deliberately avoided Don Juan’s table.


    The atmosphere was stifling. The trio ate quickly.


    Somehow, no one was causing amotion, unlike the usuals.


    So a suspicion immediately emerged in Annan’s mind. It was a problem that he, as a Bronze Rank Wizard, could notice.


    Benjamin, who was already at the Silver Rank’s peak, would he not detect it?


    Annan suddenly remembered something. Don Juan Geraint owned the nightmare he entered. He also found Don Juan’s body on the ship.


    But the problem was…


    What about Benjamin’s nightmare?


    The Third Prince had long known the two curses on Benjamin. In this case, would us, who wasn’t loyal to the Third Prince, absorb Benjamin’s curse?


    Immediately, Annan noticed Benjamin’s gaze.


    Unlike what Annan told us, Annan looked straight into Benjamin’s eyes.


    Benjamin watched the two approaching and looked at us and other traitors who dared not look at him. There was a faint sarcasm in his eyes, but he still pretended there was nothing wrong, only revealing a slight suspicion.


    But then, Benjamin looked at Annan with was a trace of confusion.


    At this moment, Annan stepped forward in us’s somewhat surprised gaze.


    Before being seen by us, Annan’s face had a frightened and straightforward look that belonged to “John.”


    “Young Master!”


    “What’s wrong, John?”


    Don Juan immediately asked nervously, “What happened?”


    Annan still remembered that Don Juan had agreed with John before that John woulde to him immediately if something went wrong.


    At this time, Annan had no intention of repeating the scene of thest time.


    He knelt beside Benjamin.


    He lowered his voice and said to Benjamin, “Evelyn Miller, the fox under the table, 15, the eighth soldier…”