Chapter 699: Missing

"Take this, try it with some wine later, I guarantee you won't forget it."

The two continued walking forward.

"And this, Ice Marrow Cake, is made from ten-thousand-year-old ice marrow deep underground in Cold Moon City. It melts in your mouth, and a third-stage awakened person can stay full for half a year after eating one piece."

Oh, and this too...

He took a palm-sized earthenware jar from a stall owner, lifted the lid, and a rich aroma of wine wafted out.

"Cold Moon Brew, made with Frostfire Fruit and Ice Marrow, is incredibly potent! When we get to the restaurant later, we absolutely have to order a jar!"

Lin Feng smiled and agreed.

After strolling around for a while, Han Dang led him into a slightly wider street.

At the end of the street stands a three-story restaurant with intricate moon and animal face patterns carved on its ice stone exterior. Two ice-sculpted snow bears stand at the entrance, and strings of ice crystal lanterns hang upstairs.

Han Dang looked up and nodded in satisfaction: "This is it, the best restaurant in Hanyue City. It's on me."

The two didn't take the stairs; they flew directly from the outside to the top floor.

The rooftop is a semi-open terrace surrounded by waist-high ice crystal railings, offering a wide view of the Mirror Moon Lake's ice surface shimmering with a cold, ethereal blue light under the aurora borealis.

There was only a stone table and four stone chairs on the terrace, clearly the garrison commander's exclusive spot.

As soon as the two sat down, a polar elf dressed in a long white dress walked over gracefully.

Her skin was as white as snow, her ears were long and slender, and her eyes and brows carried the aloofness unique to polar races, yet her attitude was extremely respectful.

"Lord Han, what would you like to eat today?" The polar elf bowed slightly, her voice clear and cold as a spring.

Han Dang, familiar with the place, ordered several dishes: "Frosty Marrow Stewed Bone, Shadow Mushroom Stewed Meat, Fiery Dragon Beard Grilled Scaled Fish, and a jar of your strongest 'Cold Abyss Wine'."

"Yes, sir, please wait a moment." The polar elf bowed and withdrew.

While waiting for the food, Lin Feng picked up the teacup on the table and asked casually, "Lord Han, I've heard that the founder of the Tongxin Society was a high-ranking god of our human race? I wonder if Lord Han has ever had the honor of meeting him?"

Han Dang sighed, leaned back in his chair, and a rare look of emotion appeared on his rugged face: "Where have I seen this before? I only became the Nightmare Lord eight thousand years ago."

I've heard from apostles who lived a long time ago that a great upheaval occurred ten thousand years ago.

More than a hundred years after the great changes, we lost contact with the headquarters of the Tongxin Association, and haven't done so since.

"A major change?"

"Yes, it was a major change. Nobody knows the specifics, but from that time on, our lives became increasingly difficult. We fought against hostile forces more and more frequently, and the number of apostles dying kept increasing."

After a moment of silence, Han Dang picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and put the glass down, his tone becoming more serious: "By the way, Lord Lin, there's something you should know about."

Although we can resurrect as long as we don't lose the complete Dimensional Heart, our observations over the years have revealed that the drop rate actually increases with each death.

He glanced at Lin Feng and added, "Of course, Lord Lin need not worry. In the past ten thousand years, I have never heard of a high-ranking apostle dying in battle."

Lin Feng nodded solemnly.

But another layer of thoughts involuntarily surged within me.

When I checked Balor's drop information, the probability was indeed six percent, a full one percent higher than Shen Wuyai's.

It seems that the drop rate increases by this much with each death.

He still held a sliver of hope, hoping to contact that high-ranking human god through the Tongxin Society.

After all, someone who can create a human mutual aid organization like the Tongxin Society must be loyal to their own kind, so they can't be too bad.

Now it seems that this idea has completely fallen through.

What exactly happened during the great changes that occurred 10,000 years ago?

Just then, the dishes started to be served.

When the stewed bone marrow was served, the soup was milky white like snow, and the bones were covered with a translucent gelatinous substance that melted in the mouth. A refreshing chill slid down the throat and then turned into a warm current in the stomach.

The braised mushrooms with meat have a deep color, and the mushrooms are soaked in the meat juices. When you bite into them, they are full of fresh and fragrant flavors, with a hint of minty coolness and sweetness.

The most amazing dish is the grilled scale fish with flaming dragon whiskers. The fish skin is grilled until crispy, and the fish meat is snow-white and tender. The spiciness of the flaming dragon whiskers penetrates every fiber of the fish perfectly, making people sweat on their foreheads, but they can't help but keep eating it.

Han Dang had already picked up the wine jar and poured a bowl for himself and Lin Feng.

The liquor is amber in color and feels like a knife cutting into your mouth, but after swallowing it, you feel warm all over and incredibly refreshed.

As the two were enjoying their meal, a slender figure slowly floated down from the sky above the restaurant.

The black dress fluttered slightly in the wind, its hem as light as a cicada's wing.

Leona landed at the table, but didn't speak immediately. Instead, she tilted her head slightly and glanced at the dishes on the table, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she had stumbled upon something interesting.

"Frosty marrow stewed with bones, Fiery Dragon whiskers roasted with scaled fish... Lord Han, your hospitality is much better than when you last saw me."

Han Dang snorted, ignoring the retort, and simply pointed to the empty seat next to him: "Sit down, would you like a drink?"

"No, thank you." Leona waved her hand gently, her bright red lips curving into a perfectly symmetrical smile.

"I have news from the Viscount's side, so I made a special trip to deliver it. I'll leave right away after delivering it, so as not to delay your drinking."

She then turned her gaze to Lin Feng, her dark red eyes flashing for a moment in the lamplight: "Lord Lin, the Viscount requests that you go to the Throne Tower before tomorrow; he wishes to see you."

In addition, the rewards for your promotion to High-ranking Apostle and Upper-ranking Apostle will be given to you at the same time.

Lin Feng put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

They've arrived.

He remained expressionless, simply nodding slightly: "Understood, thank you."

Leona smiled, her skirt swirled gently, and her figure began to fade.

"Lord Han, don't drink too much. We have military matters to discuss tomorrow."

The sound dissipated in the night wind, and the person had already turned into a black shadow, silently blending into the night of Cold Moon City.

Han Dang watched her retreating figure and muttered, "Vampires are always so mysterious and unpredictable..."

Lin Feng didn't reply, his gaze drifting towards the distant throne tower, and he lightly tapped his fingertip on the edge of the table.