Thales stood in the middle of the study and pointed at the invitation on the floor with a lifeless expression, "Are you ready?"
"Wait."
Asda stopped him.
The Mystic looked at him quietly and slowly raised a finger.
"This time, try this."
Thales was stunned.
"Try which —"
Before he could finish speaking, the sound of wind suddenly rose.
The broken chair with a corner missing flew up from behind the study table and flew towards Thales!
Thales immediately turned pale with fright. He subconsciously raised his hand.
"F * ck, what are you doing —"
* Thud! *
The chair landed with a loud bang.
In the next second, there was an urgent knocking on the door.
"Your Highness, Your Grace! What happened? Please answer me! "
"We have to go in — move aside."
"No, let's go together. On the count of three, one two three —"
* Bang! *
There was another loud noise. The two people on duty — Second-class Vanguard Official Leo Morgan and Second-class Protector José Custa — pushed open the door and rushed into the room. Then, they stopped at the same time and widened their eyes.
"Your Highness?"
Thales was seen with his back facing the two guards. He was sprawled on the chair in a strange posture.
"Leo, José, wow, it's you guys tonight."
Thales turned his head with difficulty and forced a smile.
"It's okay. It's just that when I was training, there was a stinky rat messing around …"
Morgan and Kusta turned around to check. The entire study was empty. Other than two candlesticks being extinguished, everything was normal.
"But, Your Highness, your nose …" Protector Kusta spoke with a thick accent from the Land of Thorns. He looked at Thales, who was sprawled on the chair with his butt up.
Thales calmly took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood under his nose.
"It's okay, it's okay. You know, puberty."
He waved his hand.
"Go out."
Morgan nodded. He walked to the candlestick and lit the candle again.
"But —" Kusta still wanted to say something.
"Go, out." The Duke of Star Lake gritted his teeth.
Morgan pulled Kusta and bowed to Thales.
"If you need help, Your Highness, we are at the door."
Thales watched them leave before he closed the door.
The young man heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at Asda, who had appeared out of nowhere, and said in exasperation, "I thought you blocked the sound!"
"I did indeed seal it." The Mystic seemed to be deep in thought.
"But the interference and repulsion between the mystic abilities of different thresholds and Mystics cannot be ignored. It is second only to the effect of legendary anti-mystic equipment on mystic energy."
Thales felt a little dizzy from this string of terms. Coupled with the disheveled state he was in, he patted the chair under him and said unhappily,
"Alright, then I'll leave it to you. Next time you want to do something like this, can you … send me an invitation in advance?"
Asda stared at the chair and said nothing.
"This chair could have been used for another week, but now …"
Thales released his grip angrily.
The poor chair split neatly into two halves, and fell to either side.
"Thank you so much!"
Alright, how am I supposed to tell everyone?
His Excellency the Duke fell down from the broken chair and had a nosebleed. In a fit of anger, he mercilessly slashed the chair, leaving the poor chair without a complete corpse?
But the Air Mystic only paced slowly to Thales' side and gestured for him to be quiet.
"Now, I want to ask you some questions. You have to focus and speak carefully," Asda said softly, but he was extremely serious. "Speak slowly, word by word. If I ask you to stop, you have to shut up immediately. Not a single word is allowed."
But Thales' anger had not subsided.
"What if I 'talk too much'? What then? "
Asda glanced at him. His gaze was cold and murderous.
Thales choked.
He sniffed and smelled the scent of blood. He was unhappy.
"Alright."
Asda observed the symmetrically separated chair.
"This ability, what is it?"
"Who knows … I don't know what it is, and I don't know how I learned it. It looks like Ralf's psionic ability, or some street magician's trick," Thales said angrily.
'But psionic abilities and tricks won't make me run for my life every day.'
"No."
Asda stared at the chair in fascination, but shook his head to deny it.
"Psionic abilities are the natural evolution of life, and tricks are deceptions with superficial appearances. But this …" The chair floated in front of the Mystic, accompanied by his ethereal and pleasant voice, "This is beyond our understanding. It's completely different."
Thales wiped his nosebleed. He was uninterested.
"Whatever."
"It … What can you affect?"
"Small objects." Thales was listless. "The smaller the target, the better. The lighter the better. The closer the better. The simpler the better. For example, paper, leaves, hair?
"And if the target is too big, heavy, far away, or even too complicated, I will have a nosebleed and become dizzy. If I use it frequently …"
Asda narrowed his eyes. "Will it hurt?"
Thales recalled the dangerous escape he had in the Prison of Bones.
"No, it's a little better than that …"
Thales twitched the corner of his mouth. He was expressionless.
"It will die."
Asda thought for a while and nodded slowly.
"Interesting."
"Most of the time, it's like stretching out my hand to reach something that's far away." Thales picked up the half of the chair on the ground helplessly. He then walked up to the Mystic without giving him any face. He grabbed the half that was floating in the air and pushed it to the corner. "But there were a few times when I stretched out my hand, and it felt like I wasn't just reaching out. It was more like … like …"
At this point, Asda suddenly turned his head.
"Stop!"
Thales was startled by the abrupt interruption.
Asda closed his eyes. A few seconds later, he spoke.
"How long has it been?
"This thing?"
Thales cursed the little dummy in his heart as he adjusted himself. "I've been practicing for about half a year. Every time, I'm tormented until my back hurts and I can't get out of bed. Now I've finally found a way — "
Asda suddenly opened his eyes.
"Stop!"
Thales choked again. It was as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat. It was extremely uncomfortable.
'F * ck, again?'
"Remember what I said. Be careful with your words," the Mystic said carefully. "You said you found a way. What way?"
Thales gulped.
"Let me put it this way. Once, I got tired of practicing with a piece of paper and wanted to try changing it to a bridle. In the end, the thick and hard rope became —"
"Stop!" The Mystic's warning rang out just in time.
'F * ck.'
Thales pursed his lips and changed the topic.
"Anyway, I could only throw it into the sewers. Of course, under normal circumstances, it's not easy to lock onto a target."
Asda acutely grasped the main point.
"Under normal circumstances?"
Thales shrugged.
"Yes. Obviously, when I knocked on the Door, everything was very easy. It was as natural as breathing and drinking water —"
Asda raised his hand again.
"Stop!"
Thales sighed helplessly.
'Can't we talk properly?'
Asda fell silent and pondered on his own.
"I know. This feels weird, right?"
The prince, who was displeased because he was interrupted many times, sneered.
"You're very curious and want to understand and explore, but because of the Mystic Ability First Covenant, you have to desperately restrain your impulses and resist the temptation. You keep telling yourself that you can't go deeper, that you can't continue, that you have to stop …"
He looked at Asda, whose eyes were glowing blue, and revealed a sinister and cunning smile.
"Then, do you want to know more? Do you want more? Hehe, I can give you everything … "
A blue light flashed in Asda's eyes.
"Ahhhh — air, air … I was wrong, teacher!"
The blue light flashed again. The Duke of Star Lake, who was second only to him and above tens of thousands of people, regained the right to breathe freely. He lay on the desk and panted pitifully.
"So, the First Covenant of Mystic Ability," Thales turned around with his last breath, "what is the original purpose of its existence?"
Asda did not speak. He stared at the chair in the corner and said faintly,
"For ourselves."
'Nonsense again.'
Thales sighed. Having lost the chair, he could only turn around and sit on the desk.
"Alright, I've given you what you wanted and answered your question. Can we get back to the main topic? Before I die from excessive blood loss? "
The teenager knocked on the desk and said impatiently,
"Now, among the three Mystics, what do you want?"
The blue light in the Mystic's eyes gradually extinguished. He turned around with his hands behind his back. His silhouette in the study seemed cold and ethereal.
"Do you really want to know?
"I told you, the more you hide from me," Thales shook the blood-stained handkerchief out of boredom, "the more likely I will fall for something I don't know.
"Moreover, aren't we students and guides? We are so close and trust each other. We can be called model teachers and students … "
Asda suddenly spoke.
"Answer me. Who won the Battle of Eradication?"
The boring atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became serious and formal. Thales was caught off guard. He quickly put away the handkerchief.
'Who won …'
"Uh, the world, mortals, and all intelligent races?"
But Asda did not speak. The Mystic continued to stare at him coldly.
"Alright."
Thales crossed his arms and thought for a while.
"The Magic Empress.
"The legendary anti-mystic equipment they created can seal Mystics." He recalled what he saw in the lowest level of the Prison of Bones and could not help but frown. "But it can't be used on them."
'As long as the empress sets fire, the calamities are not allowed to light the lamp.'
Asda's eyes flashed.
"Looks like you've learned a lot on your own since we last met."
Thales snorted softly.
"Don't forget, I have the crown in my left hand and mystic energy in my right."
Thales spread his arms boldly, then awkwardly hid his bloodied left hand behind his back.
The teenager continued, "Just like that, the Two Empresses chased the other Mystics away like rats on the street and monopolized the right to use mystic energy. According to you, they even deepened their understanding of mystic energy. They are the biggest winners."
Asda nodded.
But in the next second, his tone became mysterious.
"Then, as the biggest winners, why did the Two Empresses of Magic disappear for seven hundred years and hide behind the scenes? Only a few people revere them, and no one even knows where they are?"
Thales was momentarily stunned.
'Why did the Two Empresses of Magic disappear?
'Well, this question …'
The Mystic walked towards him slowly. His questions came one after another, and his aura became more and more oppressive.
"Why did they distribute the legendary anti-mystic equipment to mortals and rely on the kings, suzerains, governors, and bishops of this world to perform their duty of monitoring the world on their behalf?
"Why didn't they simply reveal their identities, rule over billions of living beings, and order everything in the world? Those who obey them will prosper, and those who oppose them will die?
"Just like what the Extremists did?"
Asda stared at him intently, waiting for the student's response.
'Uh, what the Old Crow said, the boundaries of governance? No, that's only for mortals. '
Thales suppressed the first answer and realized that it was indeed a good question.
He began to think about the logic behind it.
"Because the brave warriors defeated the evil dragon, not to become the evil dragon? Alright, a joke.
"Because, because it's convenient? Because of laziness? Because of efficiency? Because they, uh, are not free? You know, not every Mystic has the time to help the underworld fight for territory. "
The Air Mystic continued to stare at him quietly. He did not respond to Thales' sarcasm.
Thales could only stop teasing and said seriously, "Alright.
To be honest, what I can think of is that since they used the World Cleansing Plan to erase the existence of Mystics, it would be inconvenient for the Two Empresses to appear in front of the world to prevent the effect of sealing off information and covering up history? "
Asda stared at him for a very long time.
It was as if he wanted to connect to Thales' heart with his gaze.
This made Thales a little nervous.
'Wait, did I stray from the topic? What did I ask just now?'
Finally, the Air Mystic smiled coldly.
"I have been curious about this question for a long time, and in order to solve it," Asda's gaze burned, "I need more information.
"And Freuland was right about one thing."
The guide said slowly,
"Since the Battle of Eradication, the Jadestar Royal Family has been passed down for a long time and participated in many things. There must be many secrets that Mystics do not know about."
Thales slapped his forehead.
'Oh, right. This is the reason why Asda joined the Three Disasters Alliance.'
"So, you took the risk of having your address searched and registered as a member of the 'Freuland Mutual Assistance Group' with your real name to see references that are not available elsewhere and to research 'why the Two Empresses are so homebodies'?"
Thales probed.
Asda stared at him silently and did not move.
'Alright, looks like he did not get the joke.'
Thales could only sigh.
"So, what is the conclusion of your research?"
Asda averted his gaze and turned to look outside the window.
"They hide."
The Mystic's eyes shone with a blue light again. His tone was empty, but it made people's hearts beat faster.
"It's because they are afraid, wary, and vigilant."
'The Two Empresses are afraid, wary, and vigilant?'
Thales was stunned and asked in confusion.
"Afraid of what? They are already the most powerful Mystics. No one can control them … "
No one can control them.
Thales paused and came to a realization.
"Oh, you mean Taurus? He has the power to surpass the Two Empresses? "
'Taurus.'
Asda suddenly turned around. The blue light in his eyes was sharp!
Thales was so shocked that he staggered.
The Mystic spoke slowly and very gently, "I noticed just now that even though I rarely mentioned him, you seem to have some understanding of this senior."
His gaze became sharp.
"The question is, where did you find out?"
Thales subconsciously gulped.
As he endured Asda's invasive gaze, he remembered the words of the senior in the critical realm before he knocked on the Door.
'"Guiding you is Asda's responsibility. It is not convenient for me to interfere.
'"In the group of Mystics, there is a sacred and inviolable relationship between the guide and the guided. For example, you and Asda have a special and close connection. To each other, you are special and important existences. "
As he thought of this, Thales subconsciously said,
"Books. I read them from books. "
But Asda immediately asked.
"What books?"
Thales blurted out.
"Forbidden books. In the collection of Sunset Temple …"
The Mystic continued to pursue him.
"Which book?"
Thales choked.
He could not help but show an apologetic smile.
"Alright, I'll tell you the truth. It's actually the records of the guards. The Flag Bearer Division of the Royal Guards. They record the words and actions of past generations of people."
Asda narrowed his eyes.
"Whose records?"
"The King of Renaissance's." Thales did not even blink.
"Tormond the First. He mentioned the, uh, experiences of the Battle of Eradication. Among them was Taurus."
"Oh, the records are stored in Renaissance Palace. Do you want to take a look?"
Asda was silent for a few seconds.
"No." The Mystic looked at him quietly. "There is a legendary anti-mystic equipment inside. It's not safe."
Thales looked as if he had just realized something.
"Oh, what a pity.
Do you want me to steal it for you? "
"No need," Asda said softly and turned around.
"But no." The Mystic continued the topic. "They're not afraid of Taurus."
His words were filled with deep wariness.
"You can't imagine what level and height the Magic Empress has reached ever since she created the legendary anti-mystic equipment.
"I think that even someone as experienced as Taurus can't fight against the Two Empresses, who no one can control."
'Even Taurus can't fight against the Two Empresses?'
Thales was slightly shocked at first, then he asked doubtfully.
"Then what else can they be afraid of?"
Asda did not answer directly.
"Think, Thales, think." The Mystic stared at the Lake of Stars that reflected the stars in the sky. "Don't develop the bad habit of waiting for answers."
Thales frowned.
'The Two Empresses who no one can control.
'No one …
'No.'
Thales' gaze shifted.
'It's not' no one '.
'Not entirely.'
"Both of them."
Thales stared at the chair that had been split in half in the corner and said seriously.
"Blood Spike and Hellen, as the victors of the Battle of Eradication, as Mystics who surpassed most of their peers," he looked up at the Mystic. "The only people who can truly fight against the Two Empresses are each other."
The teenager said solemnly.
"They are wary of each other."
Asda snorted softly.
"Looks like you're not stupid after all."
Thales' eyes brightened when he was acknowledged.
"So, without a common enemy, the two empresses became each other's greatest threat. After the war, they broke up and became enemies.
"And they hid behind the scenes to guard against each other's sneak attacks. This is a game where 'whoever finds the other first' wins?"
In the face of the student's hopeful questioning, the Mystic did not comment. He only said faintly,
"As I said before, you're getting closer to the truth of the world."
'This is probably Asda's version of "You're awesome,"' Thales criticized in his heart.
"Alright, now that you know this, what now?"
Thales returned to the main topic, preventing Asda from changing the topic.
"Don't tell me your purpose in joining the Three Disasters Alliance is to use the power of one of the Two Empresses to attack the other?"
Asda was silent for a while.
But when he spoke again, his tone was different.
"Thales, are you sure you want to continue listening?" the Mystic said faintly.
Thales was stunned.
"What?"
The Mystic turned around. His figure blocked the moonlight, giving Thales a sense of oppression for the first time.
"You must know that the truth and secrets often carry heavy burdens."
Asda spoke softly and meaningfully, "Are you really ready?"
Looking at him, Thales frowned in confusion. "Why do you suddenly sound like you're telling a ghost story?"
His teacher smiled coldly.
"Because once you know, you can't turn back."
'Can't turn back?'
Thales curled his lips nonchalantly.
"Even if I don't know, I can't turn back, right?"
'What a joke.
Do you really think that I, Thales Jadestar, the first person in Errol to turn misfortunes into blessings, was scared since I was young? '
At this point, Thales suddenly became vigilant. He raised his finger and said fiercely,
"And don't even think about 'ending the lesson' now!"
Asda snorted indifferently. His emotions could not be discerned.
But contrary to his usual behavior, he spoke rather straightforwardly.
"During the time I worked with Freuland, through the Jadestar Royal Family, the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department, and even Blood Bottle Gang, I obtained some precious historical records."
Thales narrowed his eyes.
"About?"
Asda flashed a smile, which was rare.
The meaning behind it was strange and difficult to understand.
"You already know that all legendary anti-mystic equipment was created by the Two Empresses, and none of them are effective against the Two Empresses, right?"
Thales could not help but look at him anxiously. He was puzzled.
"So?"
The Mystic lowered his voice.
"What if there is an exception?
"What if there is an equipment in this world that was not created by the Two Empresses?"
Thales was stunned at first, then he understood.
'Damn it.'
"Eighteen years ago, the first and only legendary anti-mystic equipment in history that was not created by the Magic Empress …"
In the Prison of Bones, the mysterious voice of the leader of the Disaster Swords seemed to ring in his ears.
'"In Constellation, on the base of this Dragon Breaker, it was just barely forged."'
'So, what he said … was right.'
Thales took a deep breath.
"So, you're going to tell me that you discovered a legendary anti-mystic equipment that is effective against the Magic Empress and is not recorded in the records?"
This time, Asda stared at him for a long time before he spoke seriously.
"In case you regret it after listening to me, I will ask you again. Are you sure you want to listen …"
Thales rolled his eyes in his heart.
"Cut the crap!"
The duke was resolute and left no room for doubt.
"Speak!"
'Why are you trying to be mysterious?
'Do you really think I don't know?
'The Dragon Breaker, the Blade of Purification — the greatest king's achievement, and also the only weapon that can possibly seal the Two Empresses — has been in his hands for a long time, and he has even used it before.
'Do you really think you can scare me by putting on this act and stirring up the atmosphere?'
Asda revealed a mysterious smile.
'Wait.'
When he thought of this, Thales felt a headache coming on.
'Aside from the indifference of having experienced hundreds of battles, how am I supposed to control the right amount of shock to show that I have seen the world, and not arouse his suspicion …?'
"In the Battle of Eradication, every legendary anti-mystic equipment was created by the Two Empresses, and then distributed to the chosen Disaster Hunters so that they could use their power to hunt down Mystics."
While Thales was thinking, the Air Mystic had already spoken.
However, what Asda said was not what Thales thought.
"But after combining and comparing all the relevant records in Constellation, I confirmed something interesting. Some of the equipment was definitely distributed after the Battle of Eradication."
Thales, who was looking forward to hearing about the Blade of Purification, did not react for a moment. He paused.
"So, this is very normal."
The teenager picked his ears and continued following his train of thought.
"Although the war has ended, the hunt for the calamities is still ongoing. The Two Empresses' target is not only the Extremists, but also other Mystics, such as you. Moreover, a troublesome person like Giza is still alive and kicking …"
When he said this, Thales shuddered violently.
'Wait a minute.
'There's something wrong with what Asda said just now.'
— —
Outside the study room, Vanguard Morgan and Protector Kursta stood facing each other. One had a cold expression, and the other was focused.
"Our Highness," Kursta stared at the door intently, but he did not hear any sound from inside, "sometimes does something unexpected, doesn't he?"
Morgan did not respond.
Kursta snorted softly.
"Did you hear what Kommodore said? They are in Scarlet District —"
"Don't bother trying to get close to me, Thorn Barbarian," Vanguard Morgan rudely cut him off. He did not even look at Kursta. "I'm not interested."
Kursta 'expression froze.
'Thorn Barbarian.'
Kursta, who had bronze skin and an exotic face, took a deep breath.
"That's right. My father is indeed from Thorn Land, but he is also a noble of Alumbia Kingdom, and my maternal grandmother is an orthodox Constellatiate …
"Who cares who made you a bastard?"
Protector Morgan, who kept strangers away, raised his voice and snorted disdainfully.
"Just guard your door, Thorn Barbarian."
'Thorn Barbarian,' Kursta 'breathing quickened and he clenched his fists.
"They said you are a veteran," Kursta's tone turned cold. "But you were chased out by the army because you fled from battle?"
This sentence took effect. For the first time, Morgan moved his gaze to Kursta.
But Kursta's tone became more mocking.
"That must be interesting, right?"
The Thorn Barbarian sneered.
"Didn't your commanding officer beat the sh * t out of you?"
The moment he finished speaking, Morgan's gaze changed.
It was bone-chilling.
The veteran's hand moved to his weapon.
"Remember, we are on duty," Kursta placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and said coldly, "so don't get any stupid ideas.
Unless … you want to be chased out by the guards outside the army? "
Morgan's hand stopped moving.
His gaze was cold.
"Do you know why they chased me out?"
Kursta sneered disdainfully.
"Who cares —
"What are you doing?"
At that moment, the sudden appearance of the unfamiliar figure shocked Kursta and Morgan.
Kursta instinctively drew his sword!
* Clang! *
A sharp sound rang. Kursta withdrew his sword in time and stabbed it into the wall. It was only a foot away from the unfamiliar figure's neck.
"F * ck! F * ck f * ck! "
Kursta cursed fiercely. He withdrew his sword while still in shock.
"I almost f * cking … Wei, Master Vitano?"
Kursta and Morgan stared at the hunchbacked figure that appeared beside them. It was the watchman of Star Lake Fort. The old man, Vitano, was holding a lamp as he stood trembling in front of the door.
When he remembered how polite Mallos was to the person before him, Kursta quickly sheathed his sword and changed his tone.
"You, you scared me."
"Hey, old man." Morgan was not as good-tempered. He glared at Vitano and sheathed the two short swords at his waist as well. "What are you doing here?"
The shadow of the lamp swayed, and the figure trembled. Vitano slowly turned his head around and glanced at the two with his turbid eyes.
"Didn't you feel it?"
"Wow, you, you can talk?"
Kursta was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, feel what?"
"A rat."
Vitano stared at the door of the study room.
The old man raised the lamp and said with certainty, "In the castle.
There's a rat. "
No matter how much they disliked each other, Kursta and Morgan still exchanged glances.
Even though their communication was not very efficient.
"Yes, we know."
Morgan sized up the old man and said coldly,
"An 'old' rat."
Kursta smiled.
"Of course, the only place without rats in this damn castle should be the Rapid Shadow Tower — it's the nest of wild cats."
But Vitano shook his head. His gaze never left the door.
"No.
It's a rat from outside. "
Vitano looked at the door and said slowly but firmly, "I'm not going to give up.
"A very, very big rat.
Very big. "
Kursta and Morgan exchanged glances again.
The Man of Thorns narrowed his eyes, pointed at his head, and lowered his voice, "Hey, isn't he a little …"
Morgan pursed his lips and did not reply.
But in the next second, Vitano's body trembled and he stepped forward.
"Hey!"
Two arms firmly blocked his way, one on the left and the other on the right.
They also blocked his way.
"Please stop, Master Vitano." When he saw the direction the old man wanted to go, Kursta was firm and stern. "If you really want to see the duke, I can inform him first."
"This path is blocked." Morgan was even more concise.
Vitano recovered from his shock while trembling. He began to size up the two people again.
"Are you Royal Guards?"
The old man asked softly.
Kursta put down his arm and smiled.
"Yes, we are the Royal Family. In Star Lake Castle …"
"You should jump," the old man said coldly. The words that came out of his mouth came out of nowhere.
Kursta frowned. "What?"
"All of you," Vitano's words were drawn out. He was panting like a dying man. "All of you should jump down from the castle."
'Jump down?'
Morgan's gaze sharpened. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Jump down? Wh-why? "Kursta was puzzled.
Vitano turned his head. He first glanced at Kursta, then glared at Morgan, and finally fixed his gaze on the door of the duke's room.
"Because all of you are useless.
You can't even catch a rat. "
The moment he finished speaking, the old man ignored the two puzzled people and turned around.
Under the flickering light, he left the place with difficulty, step by step, and disappeared into the depths of the corridor.
Cousta and Morgan stared at his back, unable to make heads or tails of it.
"D.D was right." Watching him walk away, Kursta shook his head. "That old man, even if he's not a zombie, there's definitely something wrong with his brain."
"Kill him," Morgan said coldly.
"Yes … What?" Kursta was stunned.
Morgan stared at the cold corridor and gritted his teeth. His tone was chilling.
"The next time he appears like this, we will kill him together."
Kursta blinked.
"Are you crazy?"
Morgan bared his teeth. His killing intent was overflowing. "No, I'm serious."
Kursta took a deep breath and looked around. "No … Oh Lady of Harvest and Sunset Goddess above, why?"
Morgan snorted coldly.
The veteran's gaze was sharp. "Because, from the distance when we discovered him, he would have been able to kill us."
'Kill us?'
"Ha, haha, for Thornland's sake, I really can't f * cking believe it." Kursta was puzzled and did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Alright, let's kill that old man, and then how do we explain it? Because he said that we, um, can't catch a rat? "
Morgan nodded. He still stared at the corridor as if there was some threat there.
"Yes.
"And he is the rat — the damned rat."
Kursta looked confused.
"Crazy, crazy." The Thorn Man tried again and again, but in the end, he gave up and sighed. "You and him, both of you are crazy."
'Oh Lady of Harvest above, if there's a next time, I'd rather be on duty with that crippled mute.'
'The damn rat.'
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