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The three of them watched as the Frost Knight clad in white armor stepped into the secret chamber, step by step, the iron armor clinking with each movement.

His overwhelming aura pressed down on them, like an avalanche.

Leonard Churchill felt as if his breath had halted, but a cold gleam hid in the depths of his eyes.

Obviously, this visitor meant no good.

Like a weakened tiger eyeing three rabbits, the hostile gaze from the T-shaped slit in his iron helmet remained sharp, revealing his contempt without any effort to conceal it.

The concept of social class in this world was firm, nobles and commoners were just like people from two different worlds, let alone the exiled criminals of Sinless City.

In the eyes of the Frost Knight, people from the Lower City resembled beasts from the sewers, their very presence seemingly fouling the air.

This was a contempt born from a sense of superiority in power and status.

And it was the arrogance that had been engraved into the bones of the Noble Class for thousands of years.

After sizing them up, a commoner dressed like a Corpse Collector and two card masters garbed in typical adventurer gear, he deemed them unworthy of his notice.

The Frost Knight had no intention of wasting words. He spoke with a condescending tone: “How did you get here?”

He didn’t even care who these three were.

The underlying threat in his tone contained an unmasked killing intent.

Naturally, Leonard Churchill understood this threat. Pretending to be scared, he stuttered, “We… we found an adventurer’s diary. We happen to have some skills in solving puzzles… and that’s how we found this place.”

Upon hearing this, the Frost Knight instantly sensed that the diary could be the key to leaving this place!

Without wasting a second, he ordered in a commanding tone, “Give me the diary!”

Leonard Churchill obediently passed him the diary from his bag.

The Frost Knight received the diary. His heavy iron armor gloves could grip a sword, but they were incapable of turning thin paper pages.

He positioned his sword against the stone pillar next to him and removed his iron armor gloves. Holding onto the mysterious box with one hand and flipping the diary open with the other.

Upon seeing the diary pages, he had a sudden realization.

From all those who had entered, there were always a few who managed to survive by sheer luck.

Just like himself.

And these three people in front of him who happened to find this diary.

But after looking at the diary, the Frost Knight noticed that the content alone didn’t seem to record any way out.

His brow furrowed, he turned and asked, “You can solve puzzles?”

With a terrified look on his face, Leonard Churchill responded, “Yes. We discovered that the maze was shifting and followed the hints from the diary which led us inside.”

By saying this, Leonard Churchill intended to plant a subtle hint in the Knight’s mind: they were his only hope of escape.

If they ever ended up fighting, the Frost Knight would absolutely not dare to kill them outright.

Unless it was an absolute last resort, he would certainly not dare to kill his only hope of survival.

Only those who have experienced desperation can somewhat comprehend the value of a ray of hope, even if it’s as insignificant as a straw, they would still cling onto it firmly.

Unable to contain his urgency to leave the maze, the Frost Knight asked without further ado, “Have you found a way out?”

Leonard Churchill replied honestly, “We found a clue.”

This was the truth.

A Third Tier Curse Card Master’s perception was extraordinarily keen. If his words were entirely false, even excellent acting skills wouldn’t be able to deceive the Knight.

Upon hearing this, the Frost Knight’s sense of anticipation surged. He swiftly followed up with, “How do you get out?”

Leonard Churchill directly pointed to the carvings on the ceiling and said, “These are a type of sacrificial ritual towards an ancient God. The clues provided by the Space mentioned the murder of three hundred thousand Craftsmen. I suspect the deaths of the Craftsmen may be related to the sacrificial ritual. So, I speculate that the Craftsmen might have left some clues to exits within these stone carving symbols…”

Not a single word of this was a lie.

These were indeed the most plausible solutions thought up by Leonard Churchill at the moment.

“Sacrifice?”

The Frost Knight was suddenly enlightened.

His instincts told him to look at those symbols on the ceiling that had previously seemed so cryptic.

But although the T-shaped design of the helmet provided exceptional protection, it severely hindered his vision.

It was tremendously difficult to look up and see the carvings above his head.

His instinctual response was to remove his helmet to gain a better line of sight.

But the moment his hand touched his helmet, he hesitated.

It had to be said that the intuition of a Third Tier Curse Card Master was extremely sharp.

As if sensing something, his eyes narrowed and he harshly warned, “Kid, you better not try any tricks.”

Leonard Churchill’s expression was filled with fear as he listened, his acting flawless.

He cleverly positioned himself to obstruct the Knight’s line of sight towards Camilla and Tracy Garcia. After all, he was a professional actor, but the two of them were not.

Although the Frost Knight displayed immense arrogance, in reality, he was also extremely cautious.

His exhibited pressure from before was simply a probe for the trio’s strength. Even upon realizing their insignificance, he never let his guard down, maintaining a safe distance throughout.

Although the Frost Knight had an inkling that something was amiss,

his urgent need to escape the maze suppressed all else at that moment.

He still moved to activate the mechanism within his armor. With a “click,” the helmet opened, revealing a pale, tired face marked by a vicious expression.

In his eyes, these three could easily be killed with a backhand.

He would never have imagined that a First Tier Card Disciple would be foolish enough to try attacking him.

Without the constraints of a helmet, the Frost Knight lifted his head to look at the mysterious symbols he had previously been unable to decipher.

Little did he know that Leonard Churchill had purposely guided him to do just that!

Almost the exact second the Frost Knight removed his helmet and looked up, Leonard Churchill suddenly retreated with great speed.

Similarly, Camilla sprung into action!

But how astute was the battle instinct of a Third Tier Curse Card Master?

The Frost Knight instantly detected the little Card Disciple’s intent to retreat and laughed coldly to himself: Overestimating your abilities!