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The rain intensified, the sound of droplets hitting the eaves echoing everywhere.
"Do you know?" Garen stared at the other man.
Garen was aware that Tifet was Yasthia's guard and an elite knight of the Holy Empire. Yet, perhaps it was the cold, unfeeling aura that emanated from him that made Garen unable to feel any fondness towards him.
Tifet's expression remained unchanged as he slowly spoke, "In the distant north, deep within a frozen realm, there exists a peculiar tribe. On the surface, they appear to be ordinary insects, no larger than a fingernail. However, they possess unimaginable mysterious powers. More precisely, they can parasitize the dreams of living beings, feeding on their soul's essence. The price they pay for this is also life."
Parasitism implies the continuation of life, yet exchanging death for such parasitism seems particularly contradictory.
However, every taboo creature in this world is composed of countless conflicts.
"I'm sorry, but please stop with these pointless discussions," Garen frowned. Right now, Lanya and several Novices were in a dangerous predicament; he needed to act quickly.
Tifet's voice fell silent as he slowly narrowed his eyes, an inexplicable aura of menace radiating from him.
Garen chose to ignore it and continued walking towards Roland Street.
"The parasitic cycle of nightmares lasts about 2 to 6 days. You still have plenty of time," Tifet said, furrowing his brow before finally retracting his menacing presence.
Garen halted, confusion evident in his eyes. "Nightmares?"
"Yes, an ancient race that spent their entire lives seeking and creating nightmares, ultimately perishing within them. Those who are parasitized by their nightmares eventually cannot withstand the despair within and succumb to collapse and death."
Garen frowned and asked, "How can we get rid of it?"
"It’s quite simple..." Tifet revealed a mocking smile. "Find a Fire Mage, have the parasitized person burned to the point of near death, and the nightmare will naturally dissipate."
Garen fell silent at these words.
"Are you questioning me?" Tifet frowned and said, "If you're referring to that dead child, I can only say his luck was unfortunate; cases of dying before the parasitic cycle are extremely rare."
"Of course, if you doubt this method, you could also seek out a Third Tier Holy Mage and ask them to cast Dispel Magic."
After a moment of silence, Garen asked, "Why help me?"
"You misunderstand."
Tifet scoffed. "I just don’t want to waste any more time."
...
After turning away from Tifet, Garen immediately headed to the Bounty House.
If the Second Rank could be considered strong, then Third Tier could definitely be regarded as peak power. At least in many records, every Third Tier powerhouse is a renowned figure; just finding one is troublesome enough, let alone asking them to come help in a small town.
On the other hand, using flames to burn seemed more reliable. If he could borrow Yasthia's Heart of Agou again to channel Garen's Emerald Battle Aura into the parasitized person's body, even if the recovery effect was below 40%, it would at least save their life.
So the most important thing right now was to find a Fire Mage immediately.
Back in the Beast Mountain Range, Leilin had once given Garen an address, telling him that mages like her who lived by adventuring usually chose residences near the Bounty House for easy access to quests.
In the pouring rain, Garen dashed into an alley and knocked on the wooden door of the house at the end.
No one responded...
Garen furrowed his brow. Just as he was about to break down the door, he noticed a note stuck to it. It was a message from Leilin, stating that she had entered the mountains on a mission and would not return for at least half a month.
The date on the note was only three days ago!
Garen took a deep breath and immediately left the alley, heading into the Bounty House.
Although the Bounty House did not openly display information about adventurers, many teams often published their members' names in search of new recruits. Most Adventurer Teams typically had a mage among their ranks.
"Aomori Squad... Ice Mage..."
"Sky Team... Summoner Mage..."
...
Garen's gaze quickly scanned through the information until it finally landed on "Ace Squad." The team's mage, Tarsen, was a Level 3 Fire Mage, and his residence was not far from here!
About ten minutes later, Garen arrived at Tarsen's doorstep and knocked on the wooden door.
Still no response...
He noticed another small note stuck to the doorknob...
Garen turned and left, swiftly returning to the Bounty House to continue his search for a Fire Mage.
In reality, even ordinary flames could turn a person into charcoal, but it was clear that for a special creature like Nightmare, seeking out fire sources would likely be ineffective; otherwise, Tifet wouldn't have specifically emphasized the need for a Fire Mage.
In short, to save the suffering Newbies, Garen had to find the Fire Mage!
To the adventurers at the Bounty House, there was only a drenched man running back and forth between the building and the street, pacing endlessly, appearing like a madman in the eyes of others.
"Not here... The Fire Mage is not here..."
"Out for three months... won't be back for another seven days..."
"Damn it... Have all the Fire Mages died?!"
Even Garen, who was usually very patient, couldn't help but feel anger rising within him at this moment.
He had found a total of thirteen Fire Mages, but either they were hunting in the mountains or were away on other matters. The closest encounter had been with a mage who had just left twenty minutes ago; by the time Garen reached the town entrance, the mage was already far gone.
It wasn't that Garen's patience had worn thin; it was just that every time he recalled how many Novices were still suffering and could die at any moment, he couldn't control the turmoil within him.
Of course, Garen wasn't completely empty-handed.
As far as he knew, there was still a Fire Mage at the end of Rona Street. This mage hadn't entered the mountains but had stepped out due to an urgent matter. He would likely return within two days.
Garen silently prayed that nothing else would happen in those two days.
They had to hold on!
Last night at the Asher Family residence, Garen hadn't slept a wink.
After nearly a day and night of running around, he was already exhausted. By dawn, when he returned to his Rental Apartment, he leaned against the headboard and managed to doze off for two hours before heading out again.
Garen's eyes were bloodshot, clearly unable to recover from the fatigue of the past two days in just a couple of hours.
Before continuing his search for the fire mage, Garen first made a trip to the Southern Suburbs playground.
In the heavy rain, only Dostodoro and two students stood there; the rest of the area was completely empty.
Seeing this scene, Garen felt as if his heart had dropped to the depths of despair.
He understood all too well what this meant.
Dostodoro and the few students present seemed to know something as well; their youthful faces were filled with worry, yet they stubbornly stood in the rain, as if trying to comfort him with their actions: Don't worry, mentor, everyone will be fine!
Garen remained silent for a long time. Just as he was about to say something, Yasthia suddenly arrived at the playground and whispered something in his ear.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In an instant, the pouring rain intensified! The wind howled fiercely!
The weariness on Garen's face vanished, replaced by an unusual darkness.
"Is he tired of living?!"
Standing beside Garen, Yasthia could clearly hear his breaths, each one resembling the panting of a beast, sending chills down her spine.
In the next moment, Garen's figure shot out into the storm.
Yasthia and Dostodoro stared for a moment before immediately following after him.
In the middle section of Rona Street, a makeshift wooden platform was set up, where seven or eight boys lay flat, their youthful faces pale and their bodies trembling violently, expressions filled with terror.
What was even more astonishing was that they remained in a deep sleep.
Surrounding the wooden platform were groups of residents, who expressed both pity and horror at the sight before them.
"Do you all understand what I mean?" Torexis spoke with a tone of indignation, flanked by Mogao and Manfro.
"This town has decayed! It is even cursed!"
"No, everyone, do not panic! This is not your fault; it is because we lack a proper leader here!"
"Look at these poor children! While they suffer from illness, some people can still sit in their offices sipping tea, allowing these messages to be suppressed!"
"Baron Yinklang will never tolerate such things happening! And I, Torexis, must step forward at this moment to seek justice for these unfortunate children!"
Torexis's impassioned speech gradually stirred the crowd into a frenzy of noise and shouts, most of which were directed at Mayor Tutulu for his negligence.
Seeing this scene, a satisfied smile crept onto Torexis's lips.
At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he could seamlessly replace that old fellow Tutulu. If he could swiftly take control of Blackstone Town, he would surely earn great praise from the Baron.
In this way, his efforts to sneak these dirty children out would not be in vain.
"Answer me."
At that moment, a deep voice emerged from the crowd.
Garen strode forward, his gaze fixed and unwavering, coldly staring at Torexis as he spoke.
"Who gave you the audacity?!"
Gasps of surprise erupted from the crowd.
Torexis frowned, a flicker of displeasure crossing his eyes, while Manfro let out a heavy snort and charged straight at Garen.
"You blind fool, hurry up—"
"Bang!"
Garen's fist struck Manfro's chest, sending the burly warrior flying backward with a crash against a large stone wall.
Dust and debris filled the air.
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