Chapter 2141 Shattered Nightmare Domain <TOC> Chapter 2143 Shadow Stone
Translator: SumTLMan
In the Revelation Continent, at Dawn Town along the eastern coast, lies the Saint Echo Farm.
Little Seim rushed out of the farm owner’s room, his face pale and his hands trembling uncontrollably, looking utterly spiritless.
It was not until he bumped into the wine-serving maid at the corner that he snapped back to reality.
“Little Seim? How could you enter the manor’s interior? Don’t you know the master hates it when slaves intrude…” The maid hadn’t finished speaking when she suddenly froze, staring straight at Little Seim’s hand.
His elbow to the cuff of his sleeve, down to his palm, was covered in a large amount of blood.
The maid looked at Little Seim in disbelief, then glanced in the direction he had run from, tremblingly pointing at him: “You, you are…”
“I… I didn’t do it on purpose.” Little Seim’s face was a mix of fear and panic, he brushed off the maid’s hand and ran outside.
Not long after Little Seim ran off, he clearly heard the maid’s piercing scream.
“I didn’t mean to kill him, it wasn’t like that, he forced me.” Little Seim muttered repeatedly to himself. As he burst through the manor’s gates and saw the vast farm outside, along with the shepherds coming and going, his eyes suddenly deepened: “No, going out like this, I’ll be discovered. I need to calm down.”
“Killed him, killed that beast, I will surely die if caught. I must leave here.”
Taking a deep breath, Little Seim forced himself to calm down, took off his blood-stained coat and threw it in a filthy ditch. He approached a nearby water bucket to wash the blood off his hands.
Then, he walked outside as if nothing had happened.
Along the way, many people saw Little Seim, some noticed his pale face and asked a few questions, but he dismissed them as just being tired.
Just as he was about to reach the farm’s gate, he heard noise and shouts of capture from behind.
There were few people in front of Little Seim now; he didn’t look back and ran outside without hesitation.
He was lucky; the farm’s gate guards hadn’t received the news yet, and they didn’t stop him, allowing him to sprint towards a small path in the wilderness.
Only in the dense forest, after a long run, did Little Seim breathe a sigh of relief.
But he soon became vigilant again. Looking back, he noticed that he had crushed many dry branches along the way, and without his coat to cover it, there were blood stains on his arm, leaving red marks occasionally on the ground.
“I will definitely be discovered by trackers.” Little Seim thought: “Can’t stop, must keep running.”
Little Seim continued running into the deeper parts of the forest, this time being careful not to leave any traces.
While running, Little Seim pondered: “Although that beast was just a farm owner, the town’s nobles often met with him privately at the manor. That matter might involve the nobles. So I can’t go back to the town; the sheriff will surely side with that beast. I must stay away from Dawn Town… better yet, leave the Silvercloud Duchy altogether.”
“But where to go?” Little Seim wondered: “What should I do in the future?”
Little Seim didn’t want to think about the future, but he had killed someone, and as a slave who killed a farm owner, even if there were internal reasons, he wouldn’t win anyone’s sympathy. In the Silvercloud Duchy, he had no place to stand.
His only option was to flee. But even if he escaped to another country, he had no identity, and his body was branded with the mark of slavery; there was probably nowhere in the Revelation Continent where he could take refuge.
Should he flee overseas? But how?
The future seemed bleak. All of this because he killed the farm owner. But if he hadn’t, he would be the one dead.
A hopeless future is still better than the eternity of death, isn’t it? Little Seim consoled himself.
“No matter what, I just want to live,” Little Seim dared not think about the future anymore, because if he really pondered over the hopeless future, he worried that he would be persuaded by death.
Little Seim now focused solely on leaving, breaking out of this forest, taking the path to White Bay, and then bypassing the strait to other countries.
When Little Seim had run for about six or seven hours and the curtain of night had drawn, he arrived at a small mountain. Looking back from halfway up the mountain, he saw the faint light of torches in the distant forest. Though he couldn’t see who the torches represented, he faintly heard the barking of dogs brought by the night wind.
The scouting dogs raised by the town’s knight guard!
Little Seim glared fiercely at the distant firelight, exhaled a breath of murky air, and turned to run in the other direction.
He hadn’t eaten anything and was so hungry that he could hardly run, but he dared not stop.
Even so, in his heart, Little Seim vaguely knew that he probably couldn’t escape. He couldn’t avoid the sharp noses of the scouting dogs… In at most half an hour, he would be caught up with.
But even knowing the outcome, Little Seim still wanted to try. Maybe there was a river ahead where he could wash away his scent.
However, before he found the river, he began to hear the noise vaguely in his ears.
Little Seim was almost in despair.
Little Seim even thought about simply jumping off a cliff to commit suicide… At least, that would be better than the torture after being captured, or even becoming a sacrifice.
But he didn’t want to die; he still wanted to live.
But was there still a chance? Little Seim screamed in his heart, questioning and praying. He really didn’t want his life to end like this. He didn’t want to die when he became a slave, let alone now.
Burning with the last glimmer of hope, Little Seim kept running forward.
But it seemed like fate was against him. Although the night gave him a certain ability to hide, it also made him overlook the obstacles on the ground. He tripped over a dead branch, and most importantly, he twisted his ankle.
Feeling the stagnation in the wind, Little Seim finally despaired.
“Hey, why is there a forest here? Is the anchor wrong?”
Just as Little Seim hopelessly looked at what might be the last starry sky he would see, waiting for death’s judgment, he heard a voice near his ear.
There was clearly no one around, so where did the voice come from?
Little Seim lay on the ground, trying his best to lift his head towards the source of the sound.
Somehow, a slightly disheveled red-haired man was walking out of the woods.
The red-haired man clearly saw himself.
Little Seim clearly saw the man’s golden eyes shine under the moonlight as he walked towards him.
“It’s quite lively in this forest even at night,” the red-haired man muttered to himself, looking at the distance, then walked over to Little Seim, squatted down, and glanced at his leg, “Hey, kid. You look pretty bad, your ankle is swollen.”
“How about this, you answer a question for uncle, and uncle will treat you?”
Without waiting for Little Seim to agree, the red-haired man asked directly: “This should be the Revelation Continent, right?”
Little Seim hadn’t recovered yet and subconsciously nodded.
“Fortunately, it hasn’t deviated too much,” the red-haired man’s eyes brightened further: “Then do you know how far this place is from the Central Empire? Or is this the Central Empire?”
……
Little Seim only felt as if he had experienced a dream.
He was already in a dire situation, even beginning to despair at the cruelty of fate, but unexpectedly, in this last moment, there appeared a dramatic reversal.
No, to call it dramatic is too mild; it should be described as a magical twist.
Little Seim thought this because he was now in an extremely magical scene——
Above him was a brilliant starry sky, surrounded by thin light clouds, and beneath his feet was a dream flying boat sailing through the sky.
When Little Seim was very small and still a noble, he had ridden in exquisite carriages and herded giant eagles that were said to grow large enough to ride, but he never imagined that the little boat floating in the river would one day fly to the sky.
And this boat, named the Gondola, was as beautiful as an artifact from a fairytale.
The creator of this fairytale dream was the red-haired man he had met earlier. It was also because of him that he was able to escape from a dire crisis.
However, the manner of this escape made Little Seim feel like it was all a dream.
“Little friend, let me confirm one more time, do you really know the direction to the Saint Seim City of the Central Empire? Lying is wrong, you know; your nose will grow long,” the red-haired man eyed Little Seim skeptically, mainly because Little Seim was too young, probably only twelve or thirteen years old. A child of this age, likely never having left their local town, how could they know the location of the suzerain country?
“I’m not lying, I really know, because I… I used to live in Saint Seim City,” Little Seim finished speaking, then touched his nose with some apprehension, thinking to himself: Why would the other say that lying would make one’s nose grow long? Could it be, like the witches in fairytales, he had cursed him?
“Oh?” The red-haired man looked deeply into Little Seim’s eyes, and after a long while, nodded: “You are telling the truth.”
“Since you really know where Saint Seim City is, and are willing to guide me there, then our deal is sealed.” After speaking, the red-haired man extended his index finger and lightly touched Little Seim’s floating ankle.
Little Seim immediately felt his previously swollen and painful ankle become cool, and in a moment, all the pain vanished.
He couldn’t help but twist his ankle, it really had returned to normal!
A flying boat, a casual touch that could heal an ankle… There was no doubt, the other person must be a transcendent being from the legends. Thinking this, Little Seim dared not lie anymore, for fear his nose would grow long!
“Healing your ankle is the reward for my questions and your answers. As for your help in guiding me, the silver coins I promised will be given to you when we reach Saint Seim City,” said the red-haired man, pausing: “Now that we are together in the same boat, don’t you want to introduce yourself?”
Little Seim did not dare to lie, and softly said: “My name is Igo Seim Lurendal, but I like to be called Seim.”
Upon hearing Little Seim’s response, a flicker of subtle light passed through the red-haired man’s eyes.
Having a tripartite name is not rare, but on a slave, it is. The red-haired man could easily notice the slave mark on Little Seim’s back, so he had already confirmed that the other was a slave, and most likely a runaway.
A slave having a tripartite name indicates that he was not born into slavery, but likely fell into it due to some circumstance.
What he found most interesting was that the other called himself by his middle name. Generally, the middle name belongs to the mother’s family or is self-chosen, and can even be ignored in formal situations, but he specifically referred to himself by his middle name, clearly placing great importance on it.
“Is it Little Seim? Once lived in Saint Seim City. Do you have any connection to Saint Seim?”
“No connection.” Little Seim lowered his head, not letting the other person see the sorrow in his eyes.
“It seems there really is a connection.” The red-haired man didn’t listen to Little Seim’s response at all, stroking his chin and saying, “The Saint Seim Family, is it your mother’s family?”
Little Seim: “……”
Red-haired man: “Alright, if you don’t want to answer, let it be. Since you have introduced yourself, let me introduce myself too.”
“My name is Angel Pat, you can call me Mr. Pat.”
Half an hour ago, Angel was near the Savage Grottoes. Now appearing on the distant Revelation Continent, he was naturally prepared to look for Freud.
However, Angel’s application of the planar passage was clearly still at a beginner’s level. Although he successfully opened the passage, his spatial anchor positioning ended up with a slight deviation.
He still crossed the plane and arrived at the Revelation Continent, just off by more than a thousand kilometers from the Central Empire, appearing within the territory of the Silvercloud Duchy.
As someone who never remembered routes, Angel didn’t know exactly where Saint Seim City was for a moment, luckily running into the injured Little Seim, so he didn’t have to go to the Wilderness of Dreams to ask for directions… that would have been somewhat embarrassing.
For Little Seim, who helped him save face, Angel still had a good impression.
“By the way, taking you away from the Silvercloud Duchy to Saint Seim City, does that hinder you? If so, later when I reach my destination, I can have someone send you back.”
Angel could see that when Little Seim mentioned Saint Seim City, there was more sorrow than expectation, more rejection than closeness. Presumably, Little Seim didn’t really want to go to Saint Seim City.
Also considering that the other party lived in Saint Seim City as a child and was a suspected noble turned slave, there must be many twists and turns in his story.
Angel didn’t care about the other party’s story, but he didn’t mind offering some help, such as having someone send him back to the Silvercloud Duchy.
As soon as Little Seim heard about being sent back to the Silvercloud Duchy, he immediately raised his head and shook it vigorously: “No, I don’t want to go back.”
“Then we won’t go back.”
Little Seim was a bit surprised that the other person agreed so quickly: “Aren’t you curious why I don’t want to go back?”
“Not curious, but there’s still time before the night fades, if you want to tell, I don’t mind being a listener.” Angel said indifferently.
Little Seim was silent for a moment. He couldn’t grasp Mr. Pat’s mind and, worried about getting a curse for lying, decided to tell what had happened before.
“Oh? Because you killed the farm owner, so they were chasing you. No wonder it’s so lively in the deep mountains in the middle of the night.”
“It’s not about being lively, it’s that I killed someone…” Little Seim said softly.
“Yes, this is indeed a big deal in your view.” Angel: “Why did you kill him?”
A flash of hatred crossed Little Seim’s eyes: “I never thought about killing him, it was he who wanted to kill me first, to use me as a sacrifice. I accidentally killed him in self-defense.”
“Sacrifice, that sounds like a primitive style of worship?” Angel murmured: “Who was he planning to sacrifice to?”
Little Seim: “I don’t know, all I know is that I might not have been the only sacrifice, and those participating in the sacrifice were not just the farm owner, but possibly also those nobles.”
After hearing this, Angel didn’t express much, just pondered to himself: “A collective sacrificial event… Could it be from the primitive tribes of the Feran Continent? If so, then they probably want to deepen the connection with the Wizarding World through the sacrifice.”
“This matter could be big or small, I remember Eniya from Hurricane Tower is in the royal family of the Central Empire, it’s better to let Freud know about it later.”
Chapter 2141 Shattered Nightmare Domain <TOC> Chapter 2143 Shadow Stone