Several more days went by in waiting. The construction crews that had been making repairs at the Academy of Raya Lucaria had now completed their work and returned to Stormveil. Thanks to the method of creating dragon-beasts from Sellia, Town of Sorcery, Stormveil now boasted a large number of them, and they had become an important and common mode of transportation. A living corpse wandered aimlessly through the inner city of Stormveil. This living corpse wore a special uniform, like a vest, bearing the hawk crest of Stormveil. Below the crest were words identifying it as part of a construction crew. The people around had grown used to seeing this living corpse. Some even greeted it, though they were destined to receive no reply. This living corpse was indeed different from the others; people often saw it wandering about. It was said that this living corpse had started in a crew composed entirely of other corpses but was later promoted to one of the main construction teams due to its good performance. Because of this, it had become something of a minor legend in Stormveil. But no one really cared about the truth of the matter. After all, a living corpse couldn't communicate. At this moment, the living corpse—played by Morgott—was busy exploring every corner of Stormveil. Because he was no longer working with other living corpses but with the Tarnished, his work hours had been significantly reduced. Unlike before, the crews of living corpses had to work almost constantly, and their tasks were endlessly repetitive, tedious, and dull. According to the way they put it, it was something called an "assembly line." Since the construction crew Morgott was in now consisted entirely of Tarnished, they all needed to rest after a portion of their work was done. This gave him a legitimate excuse to wander around. Nothing was more normal than a living corpse shambling about aimlessly. Eventually, someone would come find him, lead him back to the worksite, and remind him to get back to work. Thus, Morgott could gather intelligence throughout Stormveil without worry. In Morgott's view, however, this identity had just about run its course. No matter how well he worked, what more could a living corpse achieve? He could never be promoted to crew foreman or captain; there was no further he could advance. Besides, he wasn't really here to work. He was here to gather intelligence. ...Still, the work experience had been pleasant. The people in Stormveil were generally very friendly. Therefore, Morgott decided it was time to get rid of his living corpse identity, fabricate a new one, and prepare for his next infiltration. Next, Morgott planned to disguise himself as a Tarnished and continue gathering information elsewhere to learn more about Stormveil. During this time, he had already gained a thorough understanding of Stormveil's operations and structure. It could be said that over eighty percent of all activities were held for the Tarnished, and by the Tarnished. And since the Tarnished were so numerous, their supervision was relatively lax, making it easier to blend in and go unnoticed. After all, not every Tarnished wanted to serve Stormveil; many were just passing through. Stormveil had no mandatory requirements for these Tarnished. Generally, they just had to register some basic information to enter the city. Once inside, the silver knights were responsible for monitoring them, and so far, there had been no problems. As long as one didn't do anything out of line, the identity of a Tarnished was the best cover. A Tarnished could join any of Stormveil's ranks, whether as a guard, a soldier, or something else. Morgott believed that in one of these positions, he could discover Stormveil's weaknesses. So, Morgott was currently pondering what method he should use to have this living corpse identity die or disappear. He now felt a slight regret. He shouldn't have worked so diligently before. Now that he had gained some renown and attracted attention, doing anything had become rather inconvenient. Just as Morgott was lost in thought, he suddenly bumped into someone. Morgott looked up and saw a tall, handsome man before him. He was dressed magnificently. Beneath a dark cloak was a suit of black armor inlaid with blood-red gems and gold trim—utterly extravagant. The man had long, curly black hair, a face as cold as frost, and a mocking glint in his eyes. A slight smirk revealed sharp teeth. Even while deep in thought, Morgott wouldn't have been so oblivious as to not see where he was going. The person in front of him must have walked into him on purpose. Morgott understood. It seemed he had spent too long in a friendly environment and had forgotten the ways of the scoundrels in the Lands Between. Though the man was lavishly dressed, his character seemed rather lacking. He was probably some spoiled young master from who-knows-where. Perfect, though. Morgott would see what he wanted and perhaps let the man kill him. Morgott continued to play dumb, standing there呆呆 as if nothing had happened. The man before him brushed off his clothes and cursed angrily: "You filthy living corpse! How dare you bump into me? You've dirtied my clothes!" He immediately reached out, his hand gripping Morgott's shoulder. As his hand tightened, Morgott felt a pang of pain in his shoulder. Morgott was a bit surprised. This fellow was surprisingly strong, on par with his temper. An ideal candidate indeed. While Morgott was quite pleased with him, the man standing before him did not feel the same. Mohg squeezed with all his might, yet he couldn't crush the shoulder of the living corpse before him. He was stunned. What's going on? Have I been asleep for too long? Or did something go wrong when I created this clone? How could I not even be able to crush a living corpse's shoulder? For a brief moment, Mohg was plunged into self-doubt. In the recent past, Bai Shi had successively defeated General Radahn and then conquered and liberated the Academy of Raya Lucaria. Although Mohg forbade anyone from disturbing his slumber with Miquella, that didn't mean he was completely ignorant of the outside world. The members of the Mohgwyn Dynasty were spread all across the Lands Between; his intelligence network was quite effective. Mohg and Bai Shi had been enemies for a long time. Seeing Bai Shi's power growing so rapidly, Mohg decided on the spot to dispatch a clone. When the time was right, he could use the clone and the Bloody Fingers he had already planted to create panic and chaos within Stormveil. This was a classic tactic in his Mohgwyn Dynasty. This clone of Mohg had already been inside Stormveil for some time. Without Miquella's company in Stormveil, he was growing a little bored. Unlike Morgott, who could tolerate manual labor in Stormveil, Mohg lacked his brother's patience. The initial novelty had worn off, and now he was getting tired of it all. He had heard a few things about this unremarkable living corpse before, and seeing it today, he thought he'd have a little fun. By injecting it with his cursed blood, he could turn it into one of the living corpses from his Mohgwyn Dynasty, which could later be used as a human bomb. A living corpse couldn't talk anyway, so even if he tampered with it, it couldn't tell anyone. There was only one living corpse in that construction crew; the rest were all living Tarnished. By any calculation, this was a massive win. Having it explode at the construction site would be at least somewhat useful. Mohg wracked his brain but couldn't figure out why he was unable to crush the living corpse's shoulder. If he couldn't figure it out, he might as well stop thinking about it and just inject the cursed blood. Instantly, a stream of cursed blood flowed from his hand, preparing to invade the living corpse's body. However, the moment the cursed blood actually entered the corpse's body, the expressions of both Mohg and Morgott changed dramatically. Feeling the cursed blood invade his body, Morgott immediately used the power of the Golden Order to suppress and extinguish it. Now he knew. The man before him was none other than his younger brother who had embraced the Formless Mother—Mohg. And when Mohg realized his cursed blood had been snuffed out by this unremarkable living corpse, he instantly sensed the pure power of the Golden Order within it. Mohg looked at the living corpse, whose expression had suddenly turned hostile, and two drops of cold sweat trickled down his face. My dear brother, why aren't you ruling as the king of Leyndell? What are you doing here as a common laborer? By now, a crowd of Tarnished had gathered, stopping to watch what was happening. Neither Morgott nor Mohg wanted to say anything under the watchful eyes of the public, and both were thinking of how to leave. An idea struck Mohg, and he suddenly became extremely emotional. His other hand also grabbed the living corpse's shoulders, and he began to shake it. "Brother! No! How did you end up !?" "Not only are you filthy, but has your mind also begun to fade!?" "Ah—! I didn't recognize you just now! I deserve to die!" "I'll take you back to my place right now and get you cleaned up properly." Morgott watched Mohg's theatrics, which were as dramatic as an opera, and felt a little speechless. Nevertheless, Morgott played along. The living corpse, which could only mumble incoherently, acted as if it had recognized a long-lost relative and embraced him. Mohg froze for a second, then subconsciously placed his hands on Morgott's back. Locked in an embrace, both brothers felt incredibly complicated emotions. Then, Mohg pulled Morgott along, leading him towards the residence he had purchased in Stormveil. The surrounding onlookers, seeing that nothing was amiss and that it was instead a touching reunion, lost interest. After arriving at the residence Mohg had bought, Morgott looked the house over from the outside. Mohg stood to the side, silent. "You bought this house?" Hearing Morgott's question, Mohg nodded. "I've saved up a fair amount of Runes." The Bloody Fingers tended to collect a lot of loot after their kills. Morgott shook his head. Some things didn't need to be said for him to understand. The Mohg left in the underground was just a clone. He had spent his childhood trapped down there; who would want to stay any longer? So, Morgott had never tried to stop him, simply turning a blind eye. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 Seated inside the house, Mohg appeared slightly on edge. He truly hadn't expected to run into his brother's clone just by picking a random fight on the street. Was this what it meant to be true brothers? They had even thought of coming to Stormveil for the same reasons. Morgott no longer bothered with pretenses. He sat down in a chair and stared sternly at Mohg. "Mohg, why are you here?" Mohg placed his hands on his knees, sitting ramrod straight. "Er, well, you know, brother... Bai Shi's power has grown too great. I wanted to come and cause some trouble for him." "His strength may be formidable, but he is just one man. There are always places he can't pay attention to." "Brother, why are you here?" Hearing this, Morgott swallowed the rebuke he was about to deliver. That's right, he had originally planned to undermine Stormveil from within as well. He had gotten a little too into his role. "Mm... I'm here to gather intelligence." Mohg thought it over carefully. What was he afraid of? This was his real brother. He had just been startled by the sudden reunion, but now he had nothing to fear. Mohg relaxed, his stiff posture slowly slumping until he was leaning back against the chair. "Brother, you did it too, didn't you?"