This was a patch of gray scales on his chest. It looked a little dull and gray.
"It's different from the ones we found." Keely paused. "Does this mean the scales on Duons have different colors as well?"
Freud's answer answered Keely's question.
Freud was hiding inside the Soul Floret. He couldn't see what was going on outside, but he could still hear what was going on outside.
"I've visited a Duon's dream before, so I know something about their scales." Freud's voice was a little timid. Clearly, he was still a little afraid of the scene of Keely burning Yethew with Hellfire.
Keely glanced at the purple flower in Angor's hand. "Tell me about it."
Freud wanted to show off his abilities to Angor, so he didn't hide anything from Angor. "The scales on a Duon's chest are a symbol of their status. They come in different colors, such as gold, silver, white, and gray. But I don't think they mean anything to outsiders like us, right? "
Freud thought for a bit and added, "The only thing that matters is that we have to find two scales of the same color to combine them into a Meraid's Sword. Scales of different colors can't be combined into a Meraid's Sword."
Angor took out the shining Meraid's Sword and chuckled. "And here I thought a golden scale was better than a normal one. Looks like it doesn't mean anything."
He put away the sword and asked Freud, "How did Yethew know I have a Meraid's Sword on me? Is there a secret method to find the Meraid's Sword? "
"You already created a Meraid's Sword, didn't you, Mister Padt?"
"Yes." Angor nodded.
"Pick up the scale on Yethew's chest and you'll know."
Puzzled, he picked up the scale and felt something strange coming from it. He could clearly feel the unique energy waves coming from both him and Keely, which were telling the owner of the scale where the Meraid's Sword was.
He handed the scale to Keely, who noticed the strange energy as well. She frowned as she realized what was going on.
"This scale can sense the Meraid's Sword?" Keely asked.
Freud nodded. "Yes. It has a passive range, which allows it to sense the Meraid's Sword and other scales within a hundred-meter radius."
"Passive sensing? You mean it can actively sense something?" Angor asked curiously.
"Yes, it can. You just need to attach your spirit power to the scale, and you can vaguely sense the location of the scale or the Meraid's Sword."
Keely followed Freud's instructions and placed her spirit power on the scale before she closed her eyes.
She opened her eyes and said, "I think I can sense the scale's location. It's near Okto Lake."
"That's …" Keely looked at Angor. "It looks like it's made for killing and looting."
Not every apprentice was lucky enough to find two scales of the same color and use them to create a Meraid's Sword. Yethew and Freud, for example, only found a single scale. If they wanted to create a Meraid's Sword, they would have to find another scale of the same color, or … steal it.
This ability to sense other scales was simply like a scanner. Furthermore, it was a scanner that was filled with bloodshed and competition.
More importantly, a single scale and a Meraid's Sword gave off different energy waves. When someone tried to steal a single scale, they would have to pray that the other scale's color matched the one in their hand. However, if someone tried to steal a Meraid's Sword, they would not have to worry about that.
Therefore, if they were discovered by other apprentices, they would definitely become the center of attention.
"What a cunning plan. Using this method to eliminate apprentices." Keely's eyes flashed with a hint of fighting spirit.
"No one knows who they're ambushing. No one knows if they're strong or weak, which makes the outcome uncertain." Freud paused for a moment before continuing, "This is a form of disqualified fairness."
"Why should we care about fairness in a disqualified world?" Keely asked. "Can't we sense other people's presence after creating a Meraid's Sword?"
Before Freud could answer, both Keely and Angor tried again. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't sense anything.
"That's right. We can't sense other people's presence after creating a Meraid's Sword. But we can only find out the location of the Altar of Demise by creating a Meraid's Sword. If we don't want to be buried in the purification garden and gain our freedom, we still have to create a Meraid's Sword. "
"In other words, if we want to gain our freedom, we have to find more scales. Once we create a Meraid's Sword, we have to deal with enemies who want to steal our Meraid's Sword and reach the Altar of Demise." Keely humphed. "Why make it so complicated? Why don't we just throw them into a random battlefield? Let's see who wins."
Angor shrugged. "Like Freud said, they're trying to achieve some form of fairness, right?"
Angor didn't say that, but he knew that fairness was no longer an option the moment the ordinary apprentices were lured into the purification garden.
The "fairness" the city was trying to achieve was just a way to save some face. In the name of a trial, the city was trying to show some mercy to the weak.
But it was also a good thing. In a world like this, there was at least a way out for the non-elite apprentices.
Even if the chances were slim.
"Well, I guess we need to prepare for an enemy attack." Angor looked at Keely. "I tried putting the Meraid's Sword in my space bracelet, but it didn't work. I can still feel its presence."
"So what if they come?" Keely shrugged. "I don't see any difference between ordinary and elite apprentices."
Angor chuckled. Keely was indeed strong, which was evident from the fact that she could hold her own against Octopus Octopus without losing a fight.
As for Angor himself, he was able to kill an elite apprentice like Yethew in one hit. At the very least, if he wanted to run, who could catch up to him? Angor used to have Infinite Reticence as his trump card. However, Infinite Reticence was too weak. It was too easy to be discovered underwater. Besides, after being discovered several times in a row, Angor had no choice but to use his trump card for the time being.
Angor held the single scale in his hand. "I can use this scale to scout around. I don't need to worry about being ambushed."
"How do I activate the Meraid's Sword and find the Final Destination?"
"Let go. If you let go, the Meraid's Sword will guide you on its own."
Following Freud's instructions, he let go of the sword and let it float in the water. Like a compass, the sword circled around in the water for a while and finally pointed to the southeast.
Angor glanced at Keely. They decided to set out right away.
"Mister Padt, can I take a look at my … body before you leave?" Freud suddenly asked.
"Of course." Angor didn't think it was too much to ask.
"I'll wait for you outside," Keely said.
Angor nodded. He tossed the scale to Keely so that she could keep an eye on the other scales. Then he led Freud into the watchtower.
The smell of blood in the watchtower was strong.
Freud's body was lying on the coral bed where Angor once slept.
His skin was pale, and most of his blood had already seeped out of his body. There was a deep hole in his forehead, and the white brain inside could be seen clearly.
Angor sighed and released Freud from the Soul Floret. "If there's more black light, I'll put you inside the flower as soon as possible."
Freud nodded and thanked Angor. Then he floated in the air and stared at the corpse on the coral bed in a daze.
Time passed by slowly.
Freud's expression changed from sadness to joy, to sadness, to tears, and to tears.
Angor didn't know what Freud was thinking. What would Freud feel when looking at his own body as a dead soul? He would probably feel sad to say goodbye to his past.
"Yethew and I came to the watchtower because we sensed the fluctuations of the heart's scales in the trench, and there was more than one of them, so we came here. But when I saw the scale was fused into a Meraid's Sword, I knew someone must have it. I told Yethew to leave, but he didn't want to. He even killed me while I was using my ability to enter dreams … "Freud recounted the events that had transpired on his way here.
"When my soul left my body, I thought I had no chance of revenge. But you came, Mister Padt. " "When I was in the watchtower, I saw Yethew looking at the scale over his heart. Then I noticed something strange about your expression. That's when I was sure you have the sword."
Freud bowed deeply to Angor. "Thank you."
Angor remained silent and nodded.
"I still have some potions and scrolls," said Freud as he looked at Freud. "Since I'm already dead, I'll leave them all to you, Mister Padt." Freud's eyes were filled with exhaustion, which came from the depths of his heart.
With that, Freud crawled into the Soul Floret.
Angor considered for a moment. "My bracelet has a lot of space, and there's a coffin inside. I can take your body with me."
There was indeed a coffin in Angor's bracelet. It was Dodoro's coffin, which was also filled with Akeso's blood. Angor later transferred the blood into a special container, and the coffin was left there.
Freud shook his head. "It's fine. Keeping my body will only bring me more trouble."
Since Freud said so, Angor didn't try to persuade him. He took several single-use space capsules from Freud's body and left the watchtower.
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