Bland, but absolutely true.

"The Realm of Death..."

Tyrion's eyes narrowed. Under his concentrated gaze, Dylan's whole body was shaking more and more frequently. In Tyrion's spiritual vision, Jeffrey Dylan's soul even showed signs of collapse.

, until Tyrion waved his hand and injected a ball of black soul power into Jeffrey's body, which finally stabilized his soul that was about to collapse.

The high lord stepped forward and handed the blood wine with ice in his hand to Jeffrey. He asked softly:

"You're Jeffrey Dylan, right?"

"Yes...yes, High Lord."

Jeffrey drank himself a mouthful of ice-cold wine. Stimulated by the spicy and mellow taste of the special liquid, he barely regained consciousness. He leaned over and paid tribute to Tyrion:

"I am the mayor of Hermann Town, a powerful lord. On behalf of the forgotten people of Stanso District, I salute you."

"The Forgotten?"

Tyrion shook the liquid in the cup and leaned on his desk. He looked at Dylan in front of him:

"Is this what you call yourselves? It's quite vivid, but I'm more curious, Jeffrey, when did you wake up? No... I mean, as far as you know, the first one among you

When did the group of people who recovered recover?"

This question stunned Jeffrey for a moment. He thought about it for several minutes before saying with some uncertainty:

"Well, it should have been...14 months ago..."

"really!"

Tyrion showed a "Sure enough" expression. He sipped the blood wine in his hand, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

14 months ago... wasn't that the time when he first entered the realm of death?
Chapter completed!