The Murderer Was the Dragon Rider?

Seeing the look on Wilfrid's face, Bartholomew, who had been proud just now, became serious.

He knew that Wilfrid had always been very calm but, this time, he frowned. Something must have happened.

"What's wrong? Another group of people died?"

Bartholomew frowned and asked.

Wilfrid didn't say anything. He just nodded.

Bartholomew frowned and said, "This is the seventh group of people who died after entering the lost divine kingdom. Is it because they met some powerful arcane creature?"

Hearing him, Wilfrid shook his head. He looked helpless and didn't know what to say.

This guy's brain was filled with muscles.

"It can't be because of a powerful arcane creature," Wilfrid denied his idea.

Then, he continued, "If it's an arcane creature, even if it's a very powerful arcane creature, it doesn't have much intelligence. It's impossible to kill more than ten people. At least, some of them can escape."