Some items may be commonplace in the Kingdom of Light, but are considered scarce in the Kingdom of Hell. Aphra has desired to make a purchase for a long time.

Even without Daphne's request today, she would have come out to buy materials for transcribing scrolls and preparing potion ingredients.

Half an hour later, as Aphra walked along the gravel path, she noticed a faint silver reflection.

For some unknown reason, Aphra held her breath.

Advancing a few more steps, the silver reflection quickly came into view. It was then that Aphra could clearly see it was a silver-haired youth in white robes.

He seemed to be in a state of meditation, with his icy silver hair cascading by his side, accentuating his already handsome and delicate face, appearing as cold and distant as moonlight, unattainable.

Chapter 2

A strange and perplexing sensation arose in Aphra's heart.

Such a visage, logically speaking, should be depicted in murals describing ancient mythological legends, raging god and demon battlefields soaked in blood and flames, or crafted by top-notch sculptors into white marble statues shrouded in ethereal light, only revealed in the misty glow while ancient songs are sung by wandering bards, revealing a hint of the bygone ages.

Rather than sitting on a bench surrounded by greenery, basking in the warm orange morning light on his silver hair, like a celestial angel descending to the mortal realm.

He made Aphra feel familiar.

The silver-haired youth, sensing her gaze, opened his eyes and looked over.

They locked eyes.

After a brief contemplation, Aphra walked up to the youth, presenting a light blue iris flower in her hand.

"Greetings, it's my first time in the Holy Land, so I'm a bit disoriented. Could you please direct me to the alchemy market? As a token of appreciation, I offer you this flower."

The iris flower was bought on a whim when she was accosted by a flower seller. Its light blue petals were adorned with dewdrops, exuding an elegant and romantic charm.

Aphra believed her smile was flawless, but she didn't receive the reaction she expected.

The silver-robed youth on the bench remained silent.

He furrowed his brows slightly, and his gaze held a strange surprise, making Aphra wonder if there was something on her face.

"What's wrong?" Aphra asked.

"I am surprised. Why would someone like you appear in the Holy Land of the Church?" the youth calmly inquired.

Aphra's initial reaction was that he had discerned her true nature and identity.

But that didn't make sense.

Her disguise was bestowed by a deity, and its efficacy had been validated through numerous alchemical arrays and ninth-tier experts yesterday. No one had discovered any issues.

As for higher-level demigods or even true gods, after the covenant between the Lord of Light, Angus, and the world, they were permanently confined to Hell and the Heavenly Realm, unable to appear in mortal realms. Even if they found a loophole, their power would be restricted to the ninth tier, no different from earthly powerhouses.

"I don't understand your Excellency's meaning. Hell has started sending demonic expeditions to attack the Kingdom of Light, and powerful beings from other planes come here every day. I followed my mentor to support the Holy Land. What's strange about that?" Aphra asked, a hint of confusion in her expression.

The silver-robed youth remained silent.

"It seems I'll have to ask someone else for directions..." Aphra said, retracting the iris flower in disappointment.

At that moment, the silver-robed youth reached out and held the bouquet of flowers.

Aphra: "?"

Surprised, Aphra quickly said, "If you like it, then it's a gift for you."

The silver-robed youth lightly shook his head, stood up, and placed the iris flower in his hand.

"Let's go. I have nothing to do today. I'll take you to the alchemy market," he said.

The alchemy market, located in the underground palace of the Holy Land, was not far from the surface. In less than ten minutes, they had arrived.

Before parting ways, Aphra asked, "Your Excellency, if it's not offensive, may I inquire about your residence and name, so I can visit in the future?"

"No need," the silver-robed youth replied succinctly.

After speaking, he turned and left.

"Do you have any family or elders?" Aphra took a step forward, asking again.

"I have none. My father died many years ago," he replied, gradually walking away.

"Why did he die?" Aphra asked.

The brilliance of teleportation lit up, and the figure of the white-robed, silver-haired youth quickly disappeared into the radiant light, leaving only a few faint notes carried by the wind.

—Lord of Hell, God of Death, Moroga.

The familiar name made Aphra's heart sink.

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The alchemy market in the Holy Land, even if not ranking first among the nine great nations, was at least in the top three.

It couldn't be helped. As the leader of the gods in the Heavenly Realm, Angus, his prestige overshadowed any other order deity.

Even if the god's presence hadn't been seen for a thousand years, neither the Church nor any force in the divine realm or on the surface dared to insult or disregard this formidable figure. Over time, it had become a rare haven of peace.

Countless mysterious figures from bronze, silver, and even gold races gathered here, bringing specialties from the nine nations and the abyss of the Heavenly Realm, forming a vast trading market.

Here, rarely seen beings like deep-sea merfolk, high elves, elemental races, and even angels were not considered unusual. Legend had it that even ancient dragons of the gold race, archangels, and royal elf families frequented this place.