Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste

"Dr. Jones, can you tell me where you've been for the past three years? I don't believe a mere investigation of the Desert Kingdom ruins could possibly take three years," Perfikot said, looking sternly at Dr. Jones with great displeasure.

Perfikot naturally had ample reason to be dissatisfied; she had dispatched Dr. Jones to investigate the Desert Kingdom when she wasn't even a Count yet!

In those three years, Perfikot had already established the Northern Territory, and this guy just rolled back from the Desert Kingdom. She could have made the trip herself in that time.

Not to mention, in these three years, Dr. Jones seemed to have been drained by indulgence, appearing excessively dissipated.

Three years ago, Dr. Jones still had the image of a vigorous scholar, but now? Perfikot felt that calling him an opium addict and an old lecher was the most fitting description.

If not for his claim of having important matters to report, and considering she was the one who sent him out three years ago, Perfikot would have absolutely ignored such a person.

"I'll give you five minutes to explain. If your explanation doesn't satisfy me, I won't hesitate to show you why others call me the Scarlet Count," Perfikot said, pulling out a pocket watch and, after glancing at the time, placed it on the table.

Facing Perfikot's serious demeanor, Dr. Jones swallowed but managed to speak calmly, "Upon arriving at the Desert Kingdom, I immediately began investigating the ruins, but my work was obstructed by a local chieftain. Not only did he attack my expedition team, he also sent people to destroy the ruins.

After that, I was captured and imprisoned by him. If it weren't for the fact that his daughter took a liking to me, I would have died three years ago."

Hearing Dr. Jones say this, Perfikot's expression softened slightly, but she glanced at her pocket watch and said, "You have four and a half minutes left. Get to the main point—the prophecy."

After speaking, Perfikot paused and added, "Also, tell me the name of that chieftain."

"The prophecy, yes! The prophecy!" Dr. Jones seemed greatly ravaged by the past three years of life, and after a moment's daze, he continued, "I found the prophecy, right in the ruins! I began research immediately and discovered some very valuable clues.

I originally intended to report immediately to Her Highness the Eldest Princess, but just on the night before I was to send all the clues back to Langton, I was attacked by the local chieftain's cavalry team, and the unit responsible for protecting us was completely wiped out. We were all captured.

Apart from myself, everyone else was brutally murdered by that chieftain. He even..."

At this point, Dr. Jones couldn't help but break down mentally and weep, but just when Perfikot thought he couldn't hold on, he still uttered in an exceptionally hoarse voice, "I can't forget it all. He's a demon, a flesh-eating demon! I remember his name, Beelzebub! The largest chieftain of the Desert Kingdom..."

Upon hearing Dr. Jones say that the chieftain was a cannibal, Perfikot couldn't help but close her eyes.

She could imagine what a terrifying and brutal scene it must be, and what impact it had on Dr. Jones.

But then Perfikot looked at Dr. Jones, still using a near-icy tone to ask, "So what exactly did you discover?"

"The prophecy is fake." Dr. Jones seemingly surprised no one with his words but then explained, "To be precise, the prophecy I initially told you was only part of it; the remaining part is the key.

The so-called 'White Star from the heavens brings destruction, the earth will be frozen by the winds blown by Safura, the world will become a white hell,' these are only part of the prophecy.

And this is not prophecy, but a script, a script written since the mythological era!"

"Script? Are you saying the apocalypse was arranged by someone thousands of years ago?" Perfikot wasn't particularly surprised by this revelation.

"Yes, a script devised by the gods long ago. They planned all this thousands of years ago before the end of the mythological era," Dr. Jones finally calmed his emotions a bit and then told Perfikot the truth he had discovered, "Thousands of years ago, the gods foresaw the end of the mythological era and the retreat of mystery, but they were unwilling to simply perish.

So they gathered the power of the gods and forged it into a White Star, sending it into the cosmos.

Since the White Star contained the power of the gods, when the White Star returns, the power of the gods will also return.

The so-called white wind blown by Safura will freeze the earth, merely the horn heralding the return of the gods. They've planned it all thousands of years ago!"

After hearing Dr. Jones's tale, Perfikot's face showed little expression, unable to discern her joy or anger, as if this was just a regular mythological story that couldn't stir her emotions.

Just when Dr. Jones wanted to say something more, Perfikot picked up the pocket watch from the table, glanced at the time, and said, "Four and a half minutes. If you've finished speaking, then go take a rest first! If not, you have half a minute left."