There was a long silence.
But the old man seemed to be very patient. He patiently waited for Yodel's answer.
Finally, the secret protector's voice came from behind the mask.
"You shouldn't be here," Yodel said coldly.
If anyone was present, they would realize that Yodel's hoarse voice was very similar to the old man's.
The old man in black did not speak. He only looked at Yodel with a strange smile.
The old man's eyes did not move at all.
But as someone at the peak of supreme class, Yodel felt that the old man's aura was gradually suppressing him.
"That night, three and a half legendary anti-mystic equipment that can seal Mystics in the country went to their respective places." The old man in black leaned on his walking stick, grinned, and slowly said, "The Staff of Constellation is the symbol of royal power.
"The Staff of Constellation is the symbol of royal power. It will always be in the hands of His Majesty … The Judgement Spear is wielded by the Legendary Wing and is guarding the western frontlines … The Kingdom's Wrath is cleaning his Motionless Bow in the manor outside the city … The other half, which is the Supreme Shield, is with the Fortress Flower and is left in the Broken Dragon Fortress in the north.
Yodel inhaled softly.
"Only the last half — the recently thawed Supreme Sword — followed you, Yodel Cato, to Lower City District. It was also that night that the Air Mystic disappeared from Red Street Market, which is adjacent to Lower City District. "
The old man grinned again. His smile was very ugly. "I should have praised you. The last time someone managed to seal a Mystic on his own, it was recorded during the Ancient Empire's era."
Yodel's hand under his sleeves slowly tightened its grip on the gray cross-shaped handguard shortsword.
"But …" Morat's pupils shrank, and his tone changed.
"You, who went to welcome the kingdom's bloodline, should have kept a low profile and acted in secret. Why did you risk your life to find the Air Mystic and seal him?
"Don't tell me you want to be a messenger of justice."
Yodel did not speak for a long time.
The old man was a little impatient. The wrinkles on his face moved.
He said, "Or should I report to His Majesty and let him ask you personally?"
A long time passed.
In the face of one of the five most feared people in all of Constellation, Yodel took a deep breath and spoke faintly with the same hoarse voice, "You're right.
"That night, I saw Asda Sakern in Red Street Market. At that time, he was … on Thales' escape route. "
The black-robed old man continued to stare fixedly, as if this news was nothing.
But no one knew that at that moment, Yodel was carefully weighing his words.
"For Thales, I have no choice but to take action."
"Although the Supreme Sword is only half a set of equipment, it is enough to seal the Air Mystic."
The black-clothed old man lightly coughed twice. On his ordinary face, a pair of eyes suddenly emitted a bright light.
"I think you don't mind telling me every single detail of what happened to him before you sealed him? From words to emotions, from actions to attitudes? I'm very curious as to why Asda would return to the capital, a place that is so dangerous to him. "
Yodel clenched his fists tightly under his robes.
He had to be careful.
He was facing the Black Prophet.
He could not lie.
He couldn't.
"Asda Sakern. He's a lunatic," Yodel said flatly.
The old man, the Black Prophet, chuckled, the wrinkles on his face rippling. "Of course, every one of them is a lunatic, so what? Even a lunatic should have words and actions, right? "
"Before he was sealed, he was very excited," Yodel answered slowly, choosing his words carefully.
The old man stroked his cane, his dry lips parted. "You will never be able to understand their emotions … They are not even human, how could they have emotions?"
'This nonsense can't divert his attention …' Yodel thought in his heart.
Yodel hesitated in his heart for a second before he made a decision.
He had to speak.
He had to.
"He said," Yodel's hoarse voice came slowly from behind the mask.
"He found a newborn Mystic."
—
"In history, the first recorded appearance of Mystics was around the Ancient Empire, around the year 1025 to 1035 of the Imperial Calendar."
'The Imperial Calendar, year one thousand? From the Ancient Empire to the Final Empire, the Imperial Calendar had been used for more than one thousand and six hundred years before it was changed to the Termination Calendar.
Thales recalled the basic knowledge he learned in the past few days.
'In other words, it has been one thousand and two hundred years since the Mystics appeared?'
However, this did not seem to be a good time for him to let his mind wander.
On the sand under the setting sun, Thales gritted his teeth. Ignoring the soreness in his left shoulder, he carried the heavy wooden shield with his seven-year-old body and charged towards Jines!
"According to the records of the Ascetic Tower's remnant chapters, a group of merchants headed to the Alchemy Tower witnessed an abnormally large lightning bolt. On the same day, thousands of tribesmen from a tribe a hundred miles away from the Desert of War God were turned into charred corpses. "
'Lightning?
Then why is the Air Mystic's ability to control air?
Is it the Fantastic Four? Or an Elementalist? '
Jines moved her feet without changing her expression. The wooden shield in her left hand collided with Thales' shield at an ingenious angle.
* Bang! *
Thales' impact was reduced by half. He lost his balance and leaned unnaturally towards the side where the shield fell.
Thales panted and used his sword to support himself. He was anxious.
Jines saw through Thales' state.
With a cold expression, she began to reprimand the boy, "What are you thinking? Being absent-minded on the battlefield is suicide! "
Thales shook his head and tried his best to get rid of the content he saw in the 'War of Eradication: Heaven's Fall and Earth Shattering'.
However, it seemed to be useless. The content regarding Mystics still continued to appear in his mind.
"The Alchemy Tower is as mysterious as ever. They did not give any explanation (it is also impossible to find any written historical records about them). The existing historical records of the Ancient Empire do not mention this either. However, this is enough to foreshadow the devastation of the Battle of Eradication. "
'What are the Ascetic Tower and the Alchemy Tower? Are they an organization or a place? '
Thales used the shield's center of gravity to swing the wooden sword in his right hand, which was not much lighter than the shield. With a twisted expression, he turned around and swung his sword!
"The war began in the year 1609 of the Empire Calendar. However, there is no historical record that can prove how the Battle of Eradication started. It was as if all the opposing parties stood on opposite ends of the chessboard overnight and started killing each other. "
'Why? Why is it that the beginning of a war that changed everything can't even be clearly recorded?'
Jines moved effortlessly and avoided the blade of the sword. She used the hilt of the sword to gently push Thales' body, which had already lost balance.
Gilbert, who was watching from the side, shook his head.
* Thud! *
Thales fell on the ground again. This time, he fell face first into the sand.
* Pfft. *
Thales spat out the sand in his mouth, pulled the shield with great difficulty again, and stood up.
"Enough!" Jines shouted with a displeased expression.
"You only learned the form of the seven offensive styles. The efficiency is completely different from when you learned the defensive styles …
"If you are not an idiot …
"Then it means that you are not in the mood to practice today!"
Thales panted and nodded with an ashamed and apologetic expression.
"I am sorry, Madam Jines …"
"The number of Mystics is even lower than the number of dragons in the legends. At least, there are more than forty dragons whose names are recorded in history. However, the number of Mystics who publicly appeared and participated in the Battle of Eradication was less than ten. "
'Ten?
Ten against the entire world? '
"Brat!"
Seeing that Thales was still absent-minded, Jines angrily flung the shield and wooden sword down. "Class dismissed! Wake up at six in the morning tomorrow and make up for today's progress! "
Gilbert furrowed his brows. He did not know what was wrong with Thales.
On the battlefield, Jines turned her head and shouted at Count Caso, "Before dinner, he is yours.
"He's yours before dinner--fix him up like that!"
Gilbert smiled, raised his hat, and bowed.
Thales threw down the wooden sword in frustration and began to deal with his left arm. His arm was stuck on the shield again.
"Even so, even though he has many followers, the ones who truly caused the Allied Forces to suffer huge casualties were Mystics in the single digits. The most famous record was the battle at the Sighing Mountain Range at the Eastern Front in May 1614 of the Empire Calendar. The Mountain Elves' eight thousand Sentinel Troops and the Dawn Dynasty's fifty thousand well-equipped Black Armor Troops were originally victorious. However, after the appearance of the Power Mystic, they were destroyed overnight."
'Power Mystic? Power?
A single shadow, fifty-eight thousand.
What kind of power could cause such damage?
It was almost comparable to an atomic bomb.
'Can Asda do it too?'
At this moment.
Jines rubbed her palms and was about to leave with an unpleasant expression, but she saw a guard walk forward with a solemn expression and whisper a few words into Gilbert's ear.
In the next moment, Thales was surprised to see that Gilbert's expression suddenly became surprised and … worried, and even fearful?
This Count Caso, who had rich experience in diplomacy, was indifferent to favors and insults, and who did not show his emotions, also had moments of worry and fear?
While Thales was puzzled, he heard Gilbert stop Jines and speak with a solemn expression.
"His Majesty has sent a message.
"Lord Morat Hansen will be visiting Mindis Hall tonight."
He wants to meet Mister Thales. "
'Morat Hansen?
Who is that? '
Thales was also surprised to see that the expression of the first-grade female official, Kessel the Fifth's lover, Lady Jines, had changed.
It was also shock, worry, and …
Gnashing her teeth?
"He will come sooner or later," Jines' gaze was cold, and her voice was frosty.
"He will face the bloodline of the royal family and the inheritance of the throne of Constellation.
The head of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department, 'Black Prophet' Morat.
"Why wouldn't they join in?"
—
The old man in black, 'Black Prophet' Morat Hansen, did not speak again.
For the first time, Yodel saw shock and … fear in the eyes of Morat, who always had a mysterious and strange look on his face.
Fear?
"A newborn … Mystic?"
Morat's voice froze. He took a step back in disbelief, and immediately raised his head!
'It works,' Yodel said to himself.
Morat knew too many secrets, including the secrets of Mystics.
But it was also because he knew too much that he was easily distracted by these things.
He ignored the thing that he really wanted to hide, the communication between Thales and Asda.
Like now.
"Impossible, the birth of a Mystic requires …" Morat's face was full of shock. The old man gripped his cane tightly and stared at Yodel's mask, as if he wanted to stare through the layer of Purple Crystal Drops.
"Who is it?" Morat's gaze was a little crazy.
"Who is the newborn Mystic?"
Morat stared at his son like a poisonous snake, his pupils contracted violently.
"You know how serious this is!" Morat furrowed his brows, focused his gaze, accelerated his breathing, and tightened his grip on the cane in his hand. "The new Mystic … has to be dealt with before … it."
Yodel adjusted his breathing. Breathing — this should have been easy for a supreme class elite, but it was extremely difficult at the moment.
'It.
'It?'
The image of the black-haired, gray-eyed boy slowly became clear.
"They will stay with you … I will go alone." In Sunset Pub, the stubborn boy's words and his resolute gaze vaguely appeared before his eyes.
Yodel clenched his fist lightly.
Morat slowly narrowed his eyes.
"Asda did not say his name, so he probably does not know his name."
Yodel carefully sifted through the truest information and slowly organized it into words. "Then, I sealed Asda."
'He really does not know Thales' name, 'Yodel told himself.' I am not lying. '
Morat did not speak.
The old man only looked at Yodel with a strange gaze.
After a few seconds, Morat looked away.
"Very good, you did not lie," the old man said affirmatively. His gaze was very solemn.
"But it is also very bad, because you really did not lie," Morat added with a gloomy expression.
Yodel felt relieved.
He managed to hide it.
"Now, according to His Majesty's orders, let us go meet Sir Thales." Morat put away his gloominess and solemnity. His face once again radiated an ugly and terrifying smile as he walked towards Mindis Hall.
Yodel's breathing suddenly stopped.
Morat rubbed his cane and revealed his few remaining teeth. He turned his head and said with a smile, "Regarding the truth of Red Street Market, you probably don't mind if I ask that child in person again. Like the so-called newborn Mystics?"
"Do not misunderstand, it is just a professional habit, like —
"— to see if you are hiding anything?"
Yodel suddenly raised his head!
Morat's smile widened.
—
It was almost the climax of the last chapter. Swordless had to work hard.
Although there were not many people who collected it, regardless of the starting point of the World of Creation, there was a small increase of one or two every day. As a newbie who had signed a contract, Swordless was still very happy.
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