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Silence.
Deadly silence!
The entire Rona Street was devoid of noise, with only the patter of rain continuing. This scene lasted for a few seconds before being shattered by a low, indifferent voice.
Garen shifted his gaze from the Newbies to Torexis. "Get lost."
"Do you know who you're talking to?" Torexis squinted, glancing back to see Manfro rising from the rubble, his face stern as he approached step by step.
Torexis smirked; as a Baronial Knight, even he had to treat Manfro with respect. Yet now, it was evident that the knight had been thoroughly provoked by this ignorant fool.
"Look at this guy! He exudes an annoying aura! He must be sent here to cause trouble!" Torexis continued his speech, shouting loudly, "But everyone need not worry; my subordinates will not let him succeed!"
"Torexis despises these lawless scoundrels the most!"
"Mogao, take care of him!"
Torexis stepped back two paces as the Necromancer licked his lips. A black-purple staff slid out from his sleeve, and he looked at Garen with a pitying gaze, as if he believed this unique soul was doomed today.
A series of milky-white halos flickered into existence, hovering above the crowd! The crowd erupted in commotion, but those with a certain level of power among them could immediately sense the thick aura of death emanating from these halos. It was as if, with a wave of Mogao's staff, these halos would transform into countless Souls!
At that moment, a mocking cold laugh rang out.
Unbeknownst to when it happened, several people were now standing shoulder to shoulder with Garen.
"Do you want to fight?" Edward looked at the other person with admiration.
"It seems they haven't figured out the situation yet..." Sharg glanced deeply at the silent and brooding Garen, shivering inexplicably, and sighed, "Well, they really are in trouble!"
Edward also glanced at Garen and nodded in agreement.
Besides Sharg and Edward, Yasthia and three or four Novices finally arrived, watching the Newbies on the Wooden Platform. Due to Yasthia's presence, four figures slowly stood up on the roof to the left: Tifet and three Holy Mages known as the Deer Lion Dog.
When they appeared, the Soul halo above trembled violently! Mogao's expression suddenly changed dramatically!
Garen did not look at his companions beside him; he strode forward.
Edward and Sharg exchanged glances, sighing in unison.
"Should we... try to talk him down?"
"Are you sure we can reason with him?"
Perhaps they had never seen Garen when he was angry, but they all understood that Garen was not someone who could be easily provoked. The most terrifying people are often those who seem gentle and kind because they know how to control their tempers or, rather, accumulate their rage.
Take the current situation as a prime example.
Garen had just told Torexis to get lost, but he didn't leave. So what would happen next...
"Bang!"
Garen sent Manfro flying again with a kick, sending him over forty meters away!
In the distance, a figure radiating golden light appeared like a demon from the abyss, instilling a profound sense of pressure that weighed heavily on the soul.
"This..." Torexis was stunned. He had thought that Garen's earlier attack was merely a surprise, allowing him to barely fend off Manfro, but now he finally realized the truth.
"Mogao! Damn it, what are you still doing? Stop him!" Torexis shouted loudly, yet he couldn't see the sweat dripping down the Necromancer's face, who was struggling under the oppressive aura of holy magic.
"Don't come any closer... you! Ugh!!"
Before Torexis could finish his sentence, his throat was gripped tightly, and he was lifted off the ground!
A violent sensation of suffocation surged through him. Torexis widened his eyes, staring intently at the expressionless face before him. He couldn't believe this guy would dare to kill him; after all, he was a favored individual by the Baron, someone whom even the prominent figures in the capital had to treat with respect!
But soon, terror engulfed Torexis. He found no trace of hesitation on the other person's face—only the relentless grip tightening around his throat! An unprecedented fear washed over him, pushing Torexis to the brink of collapse.
This man would truly kill him!
"Stop! Sir Garen!" At that moment, several black horses galloped in from outside the crowd. Tutulu was taken aback by the scene unfolding on the Wooden Platform.
"Sir Garen! For my sake, let him go!" Tutulu exclaimed anxiously. Just moments ago, he had received news and rushed over without delay.
Garen might not care about Torexis's status, but Tutulu did! If Torexis were to die in Blackstone Town, it would undoubtedly provoke the Baron's wrath, leading to unimaginable disaster!
"Thud!"
After a moment of silence, Garen finally released his grip and coldly said, "Get lost."
Torexis's eyes were filled with terror as he disregarded the pain in his throat and scrambled away, desperate to put as much distance between himself and Garen as possible!
Tutulu let out a sigh of relief, then glanced at the crowd and shouted, "What are you all doing here? Black Duncan! Disperse the crowd immediately!"
In the blink of an eye, only a handful of people remained on Rona Street.
Garen looked at the Newbies on the Wooden Platform, his expression grave. After being drenched in the rain for so long, four of the children were already showing signs of fever. This was certainly not good news for those who were being tormented by nightmares.
"Leave it to me." At that moment, Deer stepped onto the Wooden Platform.
Garen nodded. Yasthia had told him that the three members of Deer Lion Dog specialized in healing, combat, and balance respectively. Deer was the healer among them, with abilities far surpassing those of an ordinary mage.
Deer pulled a Hexagram Badge from his pocket, which emitted a pure white glow. One by one, he placed it on the chests of the Newbies. After about seven or eight minutes, their trembling bodies gradually calmed down and returned to a normal sleeping state, while the fever symptoms in four of them were eliminated.
Deer's eyes showed signs of fatigue. When he noticed Garen's gaze, he explained, "They are still in a nightmare state."
"My Holy Magic can only help them remain calm to prevent any unforeseen incidents, but to truly break free... they will have to rely on themselves."
"Thank you," Garen replied with a nod and a smile.
It seemed that to resolve these nightmares, they would need to find a Fire Mage. The thought brought a worried expression to Garen's face.
Yasthia and the others stood nearby, anxious as they watched the Newbies sleep soundly. Sharg nearly rushed off to fetch a Fire Mage but was stopped by Edward. Edward informed Sharg that it was Spring now; during this season, whether for hunting or other tasks, there was a high demand for Fire Mages.
Finding an idle Fire Mage recently would be an extremely difficult task.
At the end of the street stood Torexis and his companions, seemingly overlooked by everyone else. His face bore a look of confusion and numbness; he clearly had not yet recovered from his brush with death.
Just then, there was a sudden commotion on the Wooden Platform!
At the edge of the group of Novices, Rody's body began to tremble violently, his limbs thrashing about wildly, struggling even more than before, as if he had gone mad.
Garen immediately looked at the deer.
Without hesitation, the deer stepped forward and took out the Hexagram Badge, casting Holy Magic once again. However, after more than ten minutes of healing, there was no improvement in Rody's condition.
"This isn't working... His dream is very special, keeping him in a state of agitation!" the deer said, shaking its head.
"Why?" Garen asked, puzzled.
"Those without memories do not dream, and thus do not experience fear." At that moment, Tifet approached calmly. "The nightmares create dreams that often stem from the most painful and fearful memories of the host. They are timid because they cannot face them, despairing because they cannot dispel them, leading to death."
Tifet looked at Rody's heart-wrenching expression and narrowed his eyes. "But to enter such a state so early... It seems your student carries a heavy burden!"
Garen frowned and fell silent.
After all, Rody was just a child not yet ten years old. What could possibly have happened to make him completely unable to resist?
"He... must have seen his father!"
At that moment, Dachi behind Tutulu spoke with a bitter smile.
"Ever since my brother went missing, Rody hasn't mentioned anything about his father—not once... But the more he avoids it, the more it shows how much he misses him, even feeling guilty..."
Upon hearing the word "guilty," Garen finally understood.
Long ago, Rody and Dostodoro had been quite mischievous. Relying on their prominent family background, they were once considered bullies among their peers—the so-called bad kids. During that time, Huxiu Neier must have often reprimanded him; father and son frequently clashed.
When Garen took on the role of mentor, Huxiu Neier had already gone out to conduct business.
A father's greatest hope is to see his children thrive.
Similarly, as a child, one naturally desires transformation, yearning for those gradually shining qualities to be recognized and valued by loved ones.
Unfortunately, Huxiu Neier did not wait for that recognition, nor did Rody.
Because of regret, there was guilt; because of guilt, there was an inability to face the truth; and because of this inability, when they finally met, it became increasingly difficult to extricate themselves from the situation, even becoming immersed in it...
Watching Rody's pained and fierce expression, Garen remained silent for a long time.
"Unless..." the deer suddenly thought of something and said, "unless we can find someone who can soothe him!"
Garen paused at those words, then exchanged a glance with Edward.
Clearly, both Garen and Edward had thought of the same person.
"I'll go right away!" Edward immediately set off.
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