"Hey, you heard that Kushui Town was destroyed, and even Baron Mith did not run away."

On the empty ground, merchants exchanged goods and some real or fake information. Of course, there were more interesting news.

"Old Jack, your news is fake. It is not the man who destroyed Kushui Town, but the demon."

Another thick voice sounded, immediately attracting everyone's gaze.

"You mean those monsters with small tails, wings, able to fly, and have a pair of sharp horns?"

"Ah, are you talking about the kind of demon who likes to eat people and can spit out fire?"

Speaking of the word "demon", everyone suddenly became excited. For ordinary people, these demons who obviously mastered extraordinary power were like creatures in myths and legends, which made them instinctively feel curious.

As businessmen, their sensitivity to news is far greater than that of ordinary people. Many of them have heard some rumors about demons in scattered ways, but in the past they just regarded them as a kind of rumors. But at this moment, they suddenly realized that the demons who originally thought they were rumors seemed to be too dense during this period. Not only the frequency, but also the region, which is obviously abnormal.

"You said the devil doesn't really exist, right?"

"You said the devil is going to fight with us, right?"

At some point, someone made such a conjecture.

Hearing this, many businessmen who were talking suddenly became quiet.

"The Black Sand Chamber of Commerce is stocking up on a large scale during this period."

“The Camel Bell Chamber of Commerce is stocking up on food too.”

When I think of a possibility, some signs that are not very special suddenly become particularly dazzling. After summing up these messages, a heavy shadow has already enveloped everyone's hearts.

"How do you sell this thing?"

Just as many businessmen were thinking about what to do next, Sean, who had a simple meal, heard a lot of interesting news, came over.

Hearing this, seeing Shawn standing in front of his stall, Old Jack, who was a little bored, seemed a little impatient.

“50 green shells.”

It was clean and neat, and there was no room for bargaining. In fact, at this moment, Old Jack no longer had the intention to do business. When he said this, he had actually given up the small deal that was delivered to his door.

"Okay, I want it."

Hearing Old Jack's words and playing with the baby's fist-sized stone in his hand, Sean nodded and agreed, just like Old Jack's offer, just like he was clean and neat.

Take a purse from the entourage, Sean paid the money neatly, then turned around and left the temporary trading place.

Feeling the heavy purse in his hand, looking at Sean's back as he left, Old Jack was stunned. He suddenly felt something was wrong in his heart and wanted to call Sean, but he didn't know what to say.

Ignoring Old Jack's complicated mood, and with the stone ball, Sean returned to his caravan's camp. At this time, it was already dark and the tent had been set up.

Walking into the largest tent, he ordered not to disturb him, and with the dim oil lamp, Sean carefully looked at the stone ball in his hand.

The stone ball is heavy, the size of a baby's fist, round all over, grayish-white, with some strange patterns engraved on it, which is obviously different from the popular style now, and this is also its value. Whether it is true or false, it can be said to the outside world that is rare antique from the lost era.

Of course, Sean knew very well that this stone ball was indeed a real antique, and it was a rare and extraordinary item.

The current pattern of the Yellow Sand World is that the seven kingdoms are united and the nobles rule the world. But before that, the Yellow Sand World was ruled by two churches, namely the flame church that believed in the flame god Griffindo and the water purification church that believed in the water purification god Siheral. The reason why they can control the world is not only the power of faith, but also because they control the "artifact" given by the gods.

"The artifact of the past, the blood treasure of the present."

Cutting his fingertips, Sean applied his blood on the stone ball, and was nourished by Sean's blood. The originally ordinary stone ball immediately burst into a hazy red light. At the same time, the temperature in the tent began to rise rapidly, sweeping the cold away.

Boom, thoughts twitched, and a red flame appeared in Sean's hands.

The shape changes, sometimes it turns into a poisonous snake, sometimes it turns into a bird, and the red flames continue to change shape with Sean's intentions. This is not because Sean uses witchcraft, but the ability given to Sean by the stone ball.

"A very interesting little thing, a treasure made by using the extraordinary blood sacrifice is probably equivalent to a third-level strange thing, and can be used by ordinary people, but it is only at a considerable price."

After playing for a while, Sean had figured out the real principle of the blood treasure in his hand. Not only could he control it freely, but he was even sure to create a new blood treasure.

The so-called blood treasure is actually to use extraordinary blood to infiltrate other objects, allowing these objects to inherit the extraordinary essence of extraordinary blood and produce various strange powers.

In theory, it is not difficult to make blood treasures. The only troublesome thing is how to incorporate extraordinary blood into the objects. Sean doesn't know what methods the church in the past and the nobles now used, but in his opinion, it is entirely possible to achieve this goal using the principles of life design drawings, just like letting the dead eat the devil fruit.

"No wonder the nobles will kill the two major churches after they rise."

After understanding the essence of the blood treasure, Sean also knew why the nobles in this world killed the church forces cleanly.

The knowledge blockade in this world is far more terrifying than the Boya World. This is true for both history and extraordinary knowledge. Sean also sneaked into the mansion of a viscount and learned something that ordinary people don’t know.

And through those clues and the essence of the current blood treasure, Sean was able to roughly infer that part of the missing history.

In the history of the Yellow Sand World, this world was jointly opened by Griffindo, the god of fire, and Siheral, the god of water purification. Later, the two gods clashed and started a life-and-death battle. The ocean dried up, the mountains collapsed, and the entire land became a desert. After the war, the nobles were born in the blood of the gods and herding sentient beings for the two gods. It has continued until now. The church in this intermediate process has been completely erased.

Judging from the method of making blood treasures or artifacts, it is not difficult for Sean to infer that in the era when the church ruled the world, the current nobles were probably all yelling and shameful existences because they themselves were the materials used by the church to make blood treasures.

The church mastered the method of making blood treasures, and then they used the blood treasures to continuously hunt down the nobles who awakened their bloodlines, tied them to gallows, and became sinners who should not have survived.

Of course, the reason for this situation is probably because there was no strong presence among the nobles at that time. In addition, it is also possible that the church had mastered some kind of extraordinarily powerful force, such as blood treasures, so the nobles at that time were unable to resist.

"With this thing, it's much easier to act. Let's call you the Eye of Fire."
Chapter completed!