Chapter 1305 The Bloodstained Parchment <TOC> Chapter 1307 Warmth of Brotherhood
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Rolando, as it stands, remains but a character in the same lexicon as “Gold”. Whether this name represents reality or fabrication remains a mystery.
Yet, regardless of whether Rolando truly wields the Scarlet Sovereignty, there’s no doubt that based on the vibrant blood on this parchment, the true owner of the Scarlet Sovereignty can absolutely be traced!
The fresh blood sample drastically differs from the blood information Angel previously procured from the depths of the Scarlet Sovereignty.
Indeed, leveraging this untainted blood sample, curses tailored to its owner can be unleashed. Harnessing the power of such curses, one could undoubtedly ensnare this hidden figure.
Thus, this piece of parchment housed within the leather suitcase can be aptly termed the linchpin to this mystery!
Without hesitation, Suis approached the suitcase. A surge of energy ebbed around him, and a sudden ripple appeared on his handsome visage. Before one’s very eyes, the bridge of his nose underwent a fundamental transformation.
In mere moments, Suis’ nose had morphed into… a pig’s snout.
Two deep, shadowy vertical nostrils coupled with slightly damp, pinkish skin. Such a peculiar feature adorning his otherwise dashing face, yet, astonishingly, it didn’t seem out of place. On the contrary, it lent him an oddly endearing aura.
“The Porcine Transformation Spell.” This spell grants enhanced olfactory senses through organic modification, similar to the shape-shifting spell. It can be acquired either through personal cultivation or by physically grafting a pig’s snout, thereby bestowing this unique ability upon the bearer.
The pulsating energy around Suis made it clear that he hadn’t opted for the transplantation of a pig’s snout but rather cultivated the spell himself.
Self-cultivation might take a tad longer, but not by much. At the very least, it’s expedited compared to mastering shape-shifting spells. Consequently, many wizards, reluctant to undergo surgical alterations on their nose, choose to cultivate it independently.
Utilizing the superlative olfactory capabilities granted by Porcine Transformation, Suis took in the metallic aroma emanating from the parchment. Once he had distinguished the scent, he took a deep, all-consuming inhalation.
The present scene looked like a whale engulfing the vastness of the sea!
A tempestuous gust of wind swept through, making the hall’s windows rattle vehemently. In an instant, each pane was thrown open, with countless currents infiltrating the grand hall, tousling every individual’s garments and hair.
Several minutes elapsed before the wind abated. The remnants in the air, resembling twin wisps of white mist, were directly absorbed into Suis’ being through his spell and inhalation.
After a brief moment, Suis opened his eyes, shimmering with insight. “I’ve found his scent. He remains on the Old Land Continent!”
No sooner had Suis spoken than his legs appeared to transform into phantoms, filled with fervor, he yearned to burst through the window to trace the scent’s origin.
However, just as Suis was on the cusp of soaring out, all the windows around shut tightly. A towering silhouette stood obstructing his path.
It was Sanders.
Under Suis’ perplexed gaze, Sanders began, measuredly, “It’s commendable to locate him, but behind him lurks King Guman. Charging headlong, aren’t you wary of any concealed tricks up his sleeve? Furthermore, you risk endangering your own apprentice and all of Pat Manor.”
The secret treasure of Guman is a topic many in the Southern Region Wizarding World dare not delve into, chiefly to avoid the infamously eccentric and ruthlessly cruel King Guman.
Sanders had repeatedly cautioned Angel in the past, urging him to steer clear of affairs concerning Guman’s treasure, and for good reason.
“Having identified the root of the trouble, capturing him will bring closure to everything!” Suis’s eyes were slightly inflamed, articulating with a hint of agitation.
Sanders responded with his characteristic calm, “I’ve never restrained you, but if you intend to apprehend someone, it’s prudent to have a comprehensive plan.”
Sanders’ sentiment was straightforward: When undertaking a task, one must account for every conceivable outcome. Especially given that their target’s identity is remarkably unique. The fact that King Guman dared to let him roam freely implies he’s backed by something formidable.
To begin with, if he possesses the pure essence blood of King Guman, the King would be able to sense his whereabouts. How then would one counter if he were to cross space and time to intervene?
Furthermore, if he finds himself in a symbiotic relationship with the Scarlet Sovereignty, and any provocation towards him causes the Scarlet Sovereignty to spiral out of control, what then?
Moreover, can we be certain that he is alone? Might the place he’s at be laden with traps?
Such questions and the myriad of possibilities must be pondered upon, in order to devise the most prudent approach, only then can we strike with precision and success.
While the aforementioned scenarios might seem insurmountable at first glance, they can be tackled easily with adequate preparation.
For instance, how should we handle it if King Guman were to cross time and space? Firstly, prevent any leakage of information; secondly, seal off the time-space of the area.
If Suis takes a moment to contemplate, ensuring all scenarios are accounted for, the odds of success would undoubtedly soar.
Sanders’ words plunged Suis into deep reflection. Impulsivity might not necessarily yield the best outcomes. Given the stakes related to Eureka, extreme caution is paramount: “I understand,” he remarked.
Suis settled back in the grand hall, musing for a while, simulating various probabilities in his mind. However, many tasks would be time-consuming if he were to tackle them solo, and time waits for no man. It’s plausible that Rolando might already be aware of the opened suitcase situation.
After much contemplation, he glanced at Sanders sitting opposite and murmured, “I hope to enlist the aid of Lord Phantom Master.”
Without showing any sign of surprise, Sanders silently met Suis’s gaze: “Considering this involves King Guman and the Guman treasure, you should comprehend the intricacy and peril this matter poses.”
Suis nodded in agreement.
“If you are well-aware, then you should understand that the price for my assistance might not be trivial.”
As Sanders voiced this, he paused briefly, his lips barely moving. No sound escaped them; instead, the message was conveyed directly into Suis’s ears.
Sanders’ proposal seemed to be a bitter pill for Suis to swallow. His face was etched with conflict, wrestling with the decision for what seemed like ages. His response, when it came, was conveyed to Sanders via some esoteric channel.
The crux of their conversation remained a closely guarded secret, known only to them. Even Angel was kept in the dark, having once inquired of Sanders, only to be met with an evasive reply, “When it concerns the matters of King Guman, the less you know, the better.”
By all appearances, their talks had borne fruit.
In the ensuing period, Sanders lent his expertise, aiding Suis in refining their capture plan.
From that point onwards, Angel stepped away from the limelight; firstly, due to his relative lack of power, and secondly, as capturing someone whose whereabouts were already known didn’t require his particular set of skills.
A weight seemed to lift off Angel’s shoulders. With Sanders on board, he had every reason to believe that the outcome would be favorable.
Retreating to the solace of his quarters, with worries about Rolando out of the way, Angel settled into a period of dedicated cultivation. The Gateway Model, accumulation of wisdom, illusion cultivation, Softworm cultivation, and more, once again dominated Angel’s focus. In his intermittent breaks, he would visit his brother Leon, offering guidance on the new meditation method.
On the third day of their seclusion, Sanders and Suis finally emerged.
Rather than immediately setting off in pursuit of Rolando, they headed straight to Angel’s chambers.
“The Geometric Lock?” Angel questioned, his gaze settling on Suis standing at the entrance.
Suis was forthright in his intentions — he needed to borrow the Geometric Lock from Angel. “To seal off time and space, preventing King Guman from crossing from afar. With proper preparations, its execution isn’t overly complex. However, I’ve yet to find an efficient method to shield any potential information leaks or mysterious fluctuations. Hence, I have come to request the use of your Geometric Lock,” Suis elaborated.
Engraved upon the Geometric Lock was a magic formation of five runes——an enchantment known as Silent Closure.
The Silent Closure is an intricate magic formation that seamlessly weaves defense, concealment, barrier, preventing energy and aura leaks into a formation. Once activated, it embodies the very essence of a ‘lock’, ensuring virtually no information can leak.
In times past, Angel had harnessed the Geometric Lock to shield himself, especially when manipulating the Dream Conch, guarding against any mysterious fluctuations. Yet, in essence, the Geometric Lock could just as effectively be employed to restrain others.
Suis contemplates harnessing the Geometric Lock to bind Rolando, ensuring he cannot transmit any information. The feasibility of this is evident.
After pondering for a moment, Angel eventually nodded in agreement. Assisting Suis was, in a way, assisting himself. Should Suis successfully capture the master of the Scarlet Sovereignty, it would become possible to dispel the unique energy within the servants and transport them to the Wilderness of Dreams.
Once the Geometric Lock was lent, Sanders and Suis formally departed from Pat Mansion.
Following their departure, the mansion finally enjoyed a rare tranquil evening.
…
As nightfall gently embraced the sky, soft snow began to flutter.
Perched upon a cloud high in the sky, Angel silently observed the pitch-black mansion below. Usually, at this hour, the mansion’s lights would be shining, but now, an enveloping silence prevailed, with only a few rooms still emanating light.
This stark difference contrasted sharply with the distant twinkle of Grud Town’s lights, painting a picture of two extremes.
“Angel,” a voice called out from the side. Turning, he found White Bear and Leon approaching the Cloud Soil. It was Leon who spoke.
Leon was not in armor, but in a light robe. Seeing Angel’s gaze, he smiled and said, “Eureka left, and the evening feels oddly relaxed without her. So, I shed my knightly armor.”
Leon’s words took Angel by surprise, making it hard for him to fathom how Leon’s nights had passed during this period. Was he continually on edge, consumed by lingering anxiety? Though he knew well that a knight’s armor couldn’t shield against Eureka’s onslaught, donning it provided a shred of solace to his troubled soul.
“That heavy armor doesn’t weigh you down?” Angel’s gaze softened, setting aside the turmoil in his eyes, he murmured, “I have some free time now. Later, I’ll craft a new defensive armor for you.”
Leon’s eyes sparkled with hope, “Can I choose the design?”
“No.” It was a firm no. Allowing Leon to decide would undoubtedly result in some bulky sheet metal contraption…
A mock howl of despair escaped Leon.
Meanwhile, White Bear watched Leon with envious eyes. He knew all too well that others in the Savage Grottoes had begged Angel for his alchemical creations. Even wizards from other organizations had approached, only to be turned down by Angel. Yet now, Angel was offering his services to Leon voluntarily. The proverb rings true — ‘comparisons are odious.’
White Bear pondered inwardly, ‘It seems essential to foster a good rapport with Leon in the future. Who knows, perhaps some benefits might come my way through him.’
After all, in White Bear’s eyes, Leon seemed a tad easier to manage than Angel.
A bout of playful banter later, their gazes were involuntarily drawn to the dark, looming mansion below.
Angel sighed softly, “It seems that even the Lion Heart Fire has moments when it flickers out.”
Leon shook his head, no traces of worry in his eyes, but instead a glimmer of hope, “The Lion Heart Fire never truly dies. Its extinguishing is not in form but spirit. Just as Old Pat once said, as long as a member of the Pat Family remains, the Lion Heart Fire will never fade.”
“After all, both of us are still here.”
Chapter 1305 The Bloodstained Parchment <TOC> Chapter 1307 Warmth of Brotherhood