Chapter 2 The Birth of the Tomb of the Unknown

The Principality of Drav, Caddick City, Bright Cemetery.

The Bright Cemetery is covered by huge white oak trees, and the ground is covered with white flowers of love and moss. The morning sun shines through the treetops, and the clear dew is illuminated by the sun and emits a brilliant light. The whole cemetery seems to be in a dream. Rows of tombstones indicate that this is a "sacred place". A thornbird flew to an unknown tombstone and washed its feathers with the help of the morning dew. Ants also began to clean up the collapsed cave.

At this peaceful moment, the cemetery of the nameless tomb shook, and the thornbird was frightened. It flew to the tree and looked down.

As if it felt its gaze, the cemetery shook more and more, and cracks appeared on the cemetery. Then the tombstone fell down and smashed a piece of water stains.

"Hua..."

With the sound of the soil breaking, a pale arm stretched out. Seeing this unknown change, the birds in the white oak forest cried more urgently.

"Chichi..."

After a while, the crack collapsed, and a naked "person" crawled out.

"Ahem... Heh... What is this place? Didn't I jump off the cliff?"

Under the gaze of the thornbirds, this "person" raised his head and patted the dirt and stains on his body.

This is a young man with silver hair, pointed ears, silver eyes, handsome face, fair skin, sitting naked on the ground.

The young man calmed down for a while, stood up directly, and turned over his tombstone.

"Huh???"

Seeing this empty tombstone, the entire tombstone had nothing except a silver leaf mark. Seeing that he could not find his own information, the young man looked around in confusion and found that it was surrounded by a cemetery, and then looked at the collapsed pit.

"Who is the owner of this corpse? Am I not dead? Why am I resurrected?"

As he murmured, the young man suddenly bent over and vomited, and some black jelly-like black substances were vomited out and moved slowly on the ground.

"…What is this? I have this thing in my stomach?"

These moving black substances gradually faded and disappeared on the ground. As the black jelly disappeared, a dusty "taboo" name appeared in the young man's mind, and the young man couldn't help but read it out.

"Relimon Camus"

Hearing his voice, the air around him was quiet, the leaves of the white oak tree emitted a charming glow, and silver-white light spots appeared above the cemetery, and more fell on Camus.

Feeling these light spots, Camus reached out to take some of the light spots and closed his eyes. As the light spots merged into his body, a translucent black worm crawled out of Camus' nose, and after encountering these light spots, it turned into black ash and fell to the ground.

As the black worm disappeared, Camus opened his eyes and found that there were birds singing and flowers blooming around him, but the white oak trees were a little withered.

"I didn't expect that I was resurrected. Where is this place? What were those light spots just now?"

Just as Camus was thinking, a cool breeze blew. Feeling the temperature of the wind, Camus looked around and went to dig his own grave. So far, he only knew his name, and he didn't know any other information. Since there was no information on the tombstone, it would be good to look in the cemetery. What if there was information and clothes?

Just as Camus was digging the grave, a short man with wrinkles on his face, dark yellow skin, withered yellow hair, some black spots on his face, some fluff on his pointed ears, turbid yellow eyes, wearing a black robe, with an unknown finger bone hanging on his chest, carrying a hoe and patrolling everywhere, just saw Camus digging his own grave, and hurriedly ran over with the hoe.

"Guilty man, who gave you the authority to enter this sacred place? Stop it quickly."

Hearing someone, Camus also found his clothes in the cemetery and hurriedly put them on. After searching for a long time, he still found nothing, so he hurriedly climbed up.

Camus was stunned when he came up and asked tentatively, "Gnome?"

The goblin saw Camus stop digging, waved his hoe, and looked at Camus seriously.

"Elf? Or moon elf?"

"Guilty elf, you dare to blaspheme the sleeping dead. Under the watchful eyes of the sacred white oak tree, you will have nowhere to escape. The Church of the Sun will judge your crimes."

Hearing his words, Camus said tentatively, "Do you know me? Do you know who buried me here?"

Hearing his words, the goblin glanced at the cemetery, "Of course, no one sneaked into the cemetery under the watchful eyes of the gravekeeper Delsi Harry and stole things. You stand aside and don't try to run. No one who blasphemed the dead can escape from the gravekeeper's hands."

Hearing his words, Camus walked aside honestly. This person knew him, so he waited. Digging graves is indeed a crime, but is digging your own grave also a crime? .

Harry walked over, turned over the tombstone, and found nothing. He looked at the empty graveyard except for the coffin, and turned around angrily.

"Damn elf, where did you hide the body? Tell me... You are a sinful act of desecrating the dead like this. Are you an evil elf?"

After saying that, the goblin nervously looked around with a hoe in his hand, and found no one. Then he saw Camus's face, and he pinched his fingers in thought.

Camus looked at the goblin cemetery and stretched his head curiously, "Hey... I didn't commit a crime. I just want to ask who buried the people in the cemetery behind you, is it someone from around here."

"The goblin thought for a long time, and then looked at Kali. Anyway, he felt that something was missing, and he was a little impatient for a while."

"This cemetery is the nameless tomb. I only know that a man in a black robe threw a corpse to me one night, gave me ten copper coins and left, and I remember that the person to be buried was an elf, and I took off all the clothes."

"Well... elf, clothes"

The goblin suddenly thought of something, and looked at Camus with wide eyes in horror, "You are the buried elf. I said why you feel familiar. It must be the evil existence of "Sequence One" that awakened you."

After that, Harry knelt on one knee on the ground, drew a pentagram on the ground, drew a circle to surround the pentagram, tore off an unknown finger bone from his neck and inserted it in the middle of the pentagram, facing the ground with a pious face.

"King of the underworld, please take back this sinful evil spirit. The rules cannot be violated. Let him return to his own place."

...

It was as quiet as death. Except for the rustling of leaves and birds, nothing happened. Camus looked at the goblin kneeling on the ground suspiciously and was ready to leave. He asked all the questions he should ask. He only said a man in black robes. I guess the goblin didn't know who he was.

The goblin looked at Dal who was not affected and doubted his life. It didn't make sense, unless he was not a ghost.

"Wait, who are you? No one can be resurrected from the dead."

Kames shook his head upon hearing this, "If I knew who I was, I wouldn't ask you. Besides, I dug my own grave, so I shouldn't be guilty, right? How do I get to the city?"

Harry looked at Kamis's heaving chest in disbelief, "You can't be breathing, unless you are Frankenstein. That doesn't make sense. There are no famous scientists or celestial beings in Caldecott City."

Dal was feeling a little uncomfortable with the musty smell of his clothes, and suddenly heard this information, [Frankenstein, Church of the Sun, Elves, Goblins, King of the Underworld, Celestial Beings, Sequence One] It seems that he has come to an extraordinary place.

Just as the two were staring at each other, in the unknown land of the nightmare world, a sleeping existence stretched out metal claws from the coffin, and a dull voice came out.

"Relimon Camus has woken up, the dream worm is dead, and Kumen Zakasia needs him as a medium to come to Roland Continent, find him, and kill him. There is no need to put him to sleep this time. Bring his body back. If you can't find him, find another moon elf with the blood of the king. Don't spend too much time on him."

Hearing his words, a demon with a sulfur smell all over his body stepped out of the nightmare world with a flaming whip.