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墨書 Inktalez
The morning light spilled over the vintage manor.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, two rows of tall men stood in the courtyard, poised and ready, as if preparing for an intense battle. Not only that, but in the corridors and the living room, dozens of burly men were also stationed, their fighting spirit coalescing into a palpable atmosphere of tension.
Lacreto sat on the sofa, scanning the living room. Only when he glanced toward a few inconspicuous bedrooms did the anxiety in his eyes ease somewhat. Even these dozens of guards were unaware that several powerful individuals were hidden within those rooms.
"Are we being too excessive?" Lacreto asked, looking at Oshuria on the other end of the sofa.
"Yeah, it's been years since I've felt this tense," Oshuria sighed. "But that person is no ordinary warrior. Heh, have you ever seen a Level 6 warrior who can crush a Level 7 warrior?"
Recalling the scene at Iron Fist Tavern, Lacreto couldn't help but shiver; the moment he had just relaxed now felt unnaturally tense again.
It was a peculiar emotion. Whenever they had the opportunity to collaborate with Garen, they instinctively elevated themselves, even viewing him as a pawn. But it wasn't until that phrase "See you tomorrow" arrived that they finally realized their fear.
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.
The tense atmosphere in the manor slightly eased; after prolonged strain, most of the guards began to show signs of fatigue.
"Looks like everyone has dispersed!" Oshuria clapped his hands and said.
"What?" Lacreto was taken aback. "Old man, are you crazy? How are we supposed to deal with that guy now?"
"Deal with him?" Oshuria scoffed. "We've already won."
"What do you mean?" Lacreto was stunned.
"Can't you see? He's scared! That pretentious guy doesn't dare to come!" Oshuria wore a victorious expression on his face.
"But..." Lacreto suddenly thought of something and laughed along. "Let's disperse! Everyone, go home!"
Indeed, although the Aurelia Alliance always maintained a high level of vigilance towards Garen, if the roles were reversed, the Aurelia Alliance was by no means an ordinary force. At least in Blackstone Town, no one dared to challenge them lightly!
Lacreto finally realized that they had probably overestimated Garen!
The war hadn't even begun, and they had already achieved victory!
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At the same time that the Aurelia Alliance was celebrating their victory, two figures were moving through the mountains more than ten kilometers away from Blackstone Town.
"The address in the letter is this mountain range," Yasthia panted. Even though she had used Wind Walk multiple times along the way, keeping up with Garen was still quite challenging.
Garen furrowed his brow, his gaze sweeping across the dense forest.
Just a few hours earlier, he had received a letter—more accurately, a kidnapping note—and the targets of the kidnapping were his students: Rody, Layton, Lanya, and Dostodoro.
"Can we find a more detailed direction?" Garen asked in a deep voice.
"If we use reconnaissance magic, we could, but it would take time," Yasthia replied after some thought.
"Is there no other way?" Garen frowned. In such an urgent situation, wasting too much time was not a wise choice.
"I am a healing mage..."
Garen nodded, suppressing the anxiety within as he awaited Yasthia's magic. A beam of dark purple light emerged, transforming into a translucent owl that swiftly vanished into the depths of the mountain range.
While waiting, Garen began to analyze the mountain range. Having seen all the terrain surrounding the town, he recognized at once that this was the Black Dragon Mountain Range when he saw the letter. Unfortunately, there was still a Soria Mountain separating the Black Dragon Mountain Range from the town, which Garen had never approached and was therefore unfamiliar with.
However, Garen was not entirely ignorant of the Black Dragon Mountain Range. According to a certain book he had read, it was originally called the Loran Mountain Range. Over a hundred years ago, a Fallen Flame Dragon named Sundgoth came here and occupied a large portion of the mountains. Due to Sundgoth's body being covered in pitch-black dragon scales, the Loran Mountain Range was renamed the Black Dragon Mountain Range.
This unique piece of information could hardly be considered good news. If those bandits disturbed Sundgoth, it would spell disaster for both them and Garen. Fortunately, Sundgoth had rarely left the mountains over the years and remained in a deep slumber. This was likely due to the fact that dragons of the flame lineage maintained a constant high temperature in their bodies, making their recovery from injuries extremely slow; they would not awaken unless under special circumstances.
Half an hour later, the owl returned along the same path, bursting into countless light particles that formed a shimmering screen without any anomalies. Yasthia immediately cast her second reconnaissance spell, directing it toward another location.
Since Yasthia only knew some basic reconnaissance magic, she could not explore multiple directions simultaneously and had to wait patiently for the owl's return.
When the fourth owl shattered, the resulting light particles suddenly formed a special symbol that glowed in pale purple.
"Northwest direction, about two kilometers away!" Yasthia quickly said.
"Two kilometers?" Garen paused for a moment. In terms of this vast mountain range, two kilometers could only be considered as just at the entrance; it wasn't far at all.
It seemed those bandits were not very skilled after all.
Still, Garen felt somewhat relieved to have brought Yasthia along. Even with only two kilometers to cover, it would have been difficult for him to find it quickly without her reconnaissance magic.
Rushing northwestward, after about seven or eight minutes, Yasthia instructed Garen to stop.
"Should be around here."
Garen scanned the area, noticing that the forest was at the edge of a cliff, with various vines and thickets covering it. The air was filled with a faint, pungent scent unique to magical beasts.
Yasthia looked at Garen, about to ask something, but saw him raise his hand and make a "shh" gesture.
"Over there," Garen pointed in a direction.
"You... heard something?" Yasthia asked, surprised.
"Breathing."
Back on the battlefield of Valoran, enemies would always find ways to set traps, often requiring them to identify sounds to determine various positions. Many times, even the sound of the wind could provide significant information, not to mention the sound of breathing.
Before long, Garen reached the edge of the cliff.
He looked down and saw two figures about a hundred meters below, desperately clinging to a vine that looked like it could snap at any moment, their appearance quite disheveled.
"Teacher! Teacher, help us!"
Suddenly, it was Rookie Squad Leader Layton and the chubby Lanya!
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