Sizing up the man from head to toe, Edward found there were some special patterns on the robe the man wore. Some of the patterns were just like the different shapes of sundry oak leaves. ‘Is the man connected to oak trees?’ thought Edward, whose brain, like a fast-turning engine, was busy working on every clue that came into it. “Are you a god of trees?” asked Edward, “See, I don’t know your identity at all even if I have a wild guess. How could I possible have any glues about who you are? Actually, you’re trying to be hard on me.” Yet, the man seemed to enjoy the game. He chuckled again, “Interesting! I have to say you’re smart! Your answer is quite close to the right one. Perhaps you can try to have the second guess.” Edward let out a deep sigh and started to rack his brain again to look for any new glues from the man’s look. He had a prominent forehead and a beautiful nose. Indeed, he was just like one of those ancient gods, Edward thought. Staring at those leaf-like patterns

Instantly, there appeared a huge green hand in the air which flew toward the Mutant Wolf King.As it passed the ferocious Wolf King, it grabbed its soul out of its huge body tightly. The Wolf King who had charged at Edward and his friends suddenly came to a halt, motionless.Yet, its soul in the green hand shake itself violently. However, the more violently it shook, the more tightly the green hand grasped its throat.Evelyn and Laura were stunned at what they saw in front of them, wondering why Edward suddenly become so powerful.“Now, are you willing to surrender?” said Edward to the Mutant Wolf King, “If you surrender and are willing to be my pet, perhaps I’ll spare your life.”Yet, hearing Edward’s word, the soul of the Mutant Wolf King gripped in the green hand struggled harder than ever. It looked like it was getting more furious while experiencing the excruciating pain at the neck and doing its best to catch its breath.“It looks like you want to go a way that leads to hell, th

However, the heavy gates of iron did not move at all, shutting the mouth of the cavern that opened into the valley.Evelyn immediately got impatient again, “Edward! What’s going on? It looks like you way to deal with the gates is wrong.”“Wait a few moments,” Edward smiled, “see, the gates of iron are so heavy that it’ll cost them quite a while to lift themselves.”Sure enough,With a resounding roar, the iron gates slowly retracted upward."How about that, Evelyn?" Edward exclaimed with a smile. "I was right, wasn't I? Now, let's hurry and pass through this opening."The trio fear that the gates would plummet with an alarming speed. Therefore, with the iron gates barely a meter above ground, they swiftly bent down and slipped through the massive gates of iron forged by those artificers of Gluttony Gang.Emerging on the other side, a triumphant smile crept onto Evelyn's face as she gave Edward a thumbs-up."Edward, you truly are one in a million. I never imagined you could unravel the

With a snap that reverberated like a cosmic thunderclap, Bellum summoned a cage so immense it seemed to defy the laws of existence. Inside its forbidding confines lay Evelyn's mother, trapped in a petrified trance, her eyes echoing an abyss of despair."Mom, Mom!" Evelyn's anguished cry cleaved through the air like a blade through the very essence of her being, making her own mortality seem trivial. In that moment, she yearned for herself to be the captive within that cage, rather than her mother.Emma raised her head, grinning with an eerie look as if she was a monster from an alternate dimension. "Mom, it's me, Evelyn, and this is Edward. How in the name of all that's holy can you not recognize us?" Evelyn's voice trembled with a haunting desperation.Evelyn even contemplated launching herself forward to liberate her mother from that steel prison. Laura swiftly pulled her close, offering a protective sanctuary."Hold your horses, Evelyn. That place is a minefield of treachery."Then

"I see," Edward exclaimed, his eyes ablaze with eagerness, "So, does this mean I can take the plunge into gold?""That's the notion. When it comes to gold, the name of the game is to kickstart a low-volatility to high-volatility follow-through strategy," Cicci reappeared on the screen, her gaze locked onto Edward, her eyes as wide as saucers."Low-volatility to high-volatility follow-through? What's the lowdown on that?" Edward couldn't resist but inquire."This strategy is in a league of its own, a far cry from the narrow range reversal tactic we delved into earlier. Given gold's rollercoaster-like volatility, it's tailor-made for the low-volatility to high-volatility follow-through," Cicci explained, her voice as melodious as a serene stream, leaving a sense of tranquility in its wake."But Cicci," Edward quizzed with genuine curiosity, "You didn't exactly dish out a straightforward answer to my question.""Didn't you mention that you're running low on the clock?" Cicci's laughter r