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The nodes of the vines were fragile; even a strong gust of wind could snap them. Garen dared not recklessly pull, but fortunately, Yasthia was a mage. She first used Wind Walk to lighten Layton and the others' weight, then employed healing magic to mend the torn parts of the vines.
Before long, Layton and Lanya were finally pulled up. They lay on the ground, trembling slightly, still shaken by their recent experience.
Garen did not rush to speak, waiting for them to recover.
"Oh my... that was so dangerous..." After three minutes, Layton got up and then asked a rather perplexing question. "Master, thank you... it's a good thing you arrived in time; otherwise, Lanya and I would have been done for. By the way, where are Dostodoro and Rody?"
Garen exchanged glances with Yasthia.
At that moment, the chubby Lanya also got up and said, "Rookie Squad Leader, you're so foolish!"
"If the master brought us here to familiarize ourselves with the new curriculum, then he must have arranged for Dostodoro and the others to train!"
"Oh right!" Layton slapped his forehead, a bit disgruntled. "What do you mean? If you hadn't gotten tangled in the vines, we wouldn't have gotten separated and almost lost our lives!"
Garen's eyes gradually narrowed.
"Master... please don't be angry..." Lanya thought Garen was upset and quickly waved her hands to explain. "I-I didn't mean to! The vines that ensnared me must be Lesser Magic Vines; I've seen them in books... Once caught by these vines, you can't break free without level 4 Fighting Spirit... I couldn't help it..."
"Lesser Magic Vines?" Garen blinked.
"Yes, that's right—Lesser Magic Vines! Layton can vouch for me!" Lanya immediately pointed at Layton, who nodded in agreement.
Garen didn't care whether Lanya was lying or not; he turned to look at Yasthia. At that moment, Yasthia seemed to sense something and quickly gathered her magical energy in her index finger, directing it toward Lanya.
Lesser Magic Vines were a type of special magical plant that Garen had read about. It was said that once these vines ensnared someone, they were difficult to loosen unless one had level 4 Fighting Spirit to forcibly break free. Additionally, there was another point: Lesser Magic Vines would never attack on their own; they only sought out individuals carrying something that attracted them.
Before long, a circle of faint blue spots appeared on Lanya's chubby calves.
"Don't move," Garen commanded the panicking Lanya.
"It's Azure Powder; it has a deadly attraction for Lesser Magic Vines," Yasthia said gravely.
Lanya didn't know what Azure Powder was, but she understood the meaning of Yasthia's words. Her face suddenly changed, "Instructor... this, this... I don't know! How could I have something like this on me... I didn't do it!"
"Of course you didn't," Yasthia shook her head. "The production process of Azure Powder is complex, and it has been extinct in the Holy Empire for a long time. Only the Blood Clan possesses the formula."
At the mention of the Blood Clan, Lanya's face turned pale, and Layton gasped. Yasthia seemed to think of something, her beautiful eyes revealing surprise and doubt.
Garen knew what these three were worried about, but that wasn't the focus at the moment.
"Let's sort this out," Garen said in a deep voice. "You were at the Black Dragon Mountain Range because I wanted to familiarize you with the new curriculum. On the way to our destination, you got separated from Rody and the others due to disturbances from Lesser Magic Vines."
"So, you weren't kidnapped?"
"Kidnapped?" The two youngsters were taken aback. "Instructor, are you joking? With you protecting us the whole time, who would dare to kidnap us?"
"Then that means I was always by your side before you got separated?" Garen asked, narrowing his eyes.
The two nodded repeatedly.
Garen turned his head and quietly asked, "Is there any magic that can temporarily change a person's appearance?"
Yasthia seemed to understand something. After thinking for a moment, she said, "There is... Blood Magic..."
As she spoke those words, Yasthia's voice trembled slightly.
"It seems your enemy has become our enemy."
After a moment of silence, Garen turned his head and asked, "Which direction were we heading before?"
The two youngsters looked a bit confused at the question, but in the end, it was Layton who raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction.
Deep within the dense mountains, two figures, one large and one small, walked side by side.
Dostodoro followed behind, while in front was Garen, dressed in a black coat with the Silver Greatsword strapped to his back.
"How much longer do we have to walk?" Dostodoro asked, frowning.
"We're almost there, just a little further..." Garen replied without turning his head.
A few minutes later, they navigated around a large grove of trees and crossed a stream.
"Then how long are you going to keep up this act?" Dostodoro asked again.
Garen paused for a moment and asked blankly, "Dostodoro, what are you talking about? Are you tired?"
"Stop pretending. I knew from the very beginning that you were fake," Dostodoro said with a smirk.
Garen's expression darkened, and he remained silent.
"Even though your appearance is convincing, and yes, even this sword looks real. When we first set out, you deliberately pretended to smash a rock with it to show how heavy it is, hinting that it's genuine. Right?"
"In that case, how did you figure it out?" Garen asked with a cold smile.
"It’s not about seeing; it’s about feeling. A person like Garen, who believes in justice and bravery, carries an annoying aura all around him, like a heavy piece of steel." Dostodoro shrugged. "It seems you completely missed the essence of the Garen character, Volikov."
"As expected of my student, very clever!"
Garen crushed the blue crystal in his palm. With a crackling sound, a large amount of smoke suddenly erupted from him. In an instant, his black coat and Stormblade vanished without a trace!
"Sorry, all you taught me was how to drink," Dostodoro said with a helpless shake of his head. "Why did you ditch Layton and the others?"
Volikov emerged from the smoke.
"This occasion doesn't require them for now," Volikov said with narrowed eyes and a smile. "Of course, you're different. You are my most prized student."
"So your goal is..." Dostodoro paused, a shocking guess forming in his mind.
"Figured it out? Very clever!" Volikov said in a coaxing tone. "You hate that guy, and so do I. Why don't we join forces to get rid of him?"
"Think about it from another angle: a respected academy mentor, yet he ends up killing his own students in the treacherous mountains... Tsk tsk, just thinking about it is exciting, isn't it?"
Looking at Volikov's cunning expression, Dostodoro was taken aback.
"You want me to frame him?!" Dostodoro exclaimed, disbelief written all over his face. "You... are despicable!"
Volikov frowned.
"Dostodoro, it's only been a few days since we last met, and you've changed this much! When I was your mentor, you had it much easier than you do now. I heard you have to run twenty laps every day? Goodness, is that what a student should be doing? That's corporal punishment! It's a crime!"
Volikov scolded angrily, but then his expression turned inexplicably cold.
"And have you considered what would happen if I told you my plan and you chose not to listen to me?"
Dostodoro's face turned pale as he instinctively took a step back.
Just then, a whistling sound pierced the air! A deep brown arrow shot through the dense forest, heading straight for Volikov's head!
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