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In a certain sense, the Bloodline could be considered one of the oldest races. When life was imbued with blood, the civilization of the Bloodline quietly began to unfold. Through endless ages of evolution, this ancient race learned to harness blood to gain power, explore the world, and even comprehend life itself.
Garen was not unfamiliar with the Bloodline. On the battlefield against Noxus, he had encountered an opponent named Vladimir, known to the outside world as the "Crimson Reaper." This individual was exceptionally skilled in manipulating blood, capable of making full use of every drop. It was even suggested that if given a single drop of blood, Vladimir could turn the tide of a battle.
In Berfant's essence, Garen did not sense the captivating magic that Vladimir possessed, but he could still perceive an astonishing vitality. This was truly remarkable; historically speaking, this Bloodline's Sixth Ancestor had died hundreds of years ago!
It was hard to imagine that after so many years, his blood could still retain such a high concentration of life force!
Upon opening the vial, a puff of white smoke erupted from the drop of blood as its vitality rapidly dissipated. Garen's expression shifted slightly as he quickly sealed the vial again, narrowly avoiding significant loss.
It was important to note that both the Spirit Well and this drop of essence were obtained by Garen in exchange for Rune Fragments; wasting even a tiny bit would be painful.
"Huxiu Neier, do you know how to use it?"
The Undead Staff fell silent for a moment before Huxiu Neier's voice came through.
"I'm sorry, Sir Garen. This drop of blood lacks soul lines; I'm afraid I can't assist you."
Among countless evaluations of the Bloodline, there was one that stated: a race that forsakes its soul for Blood Power.
The cultivation direction of the Bloodline primarily focused on blood; in comparison, souls seemed more like an optional aspect for them. Moreover, for a powerhouse like Berfant, in some sense, they no longer needed a soul—blood alone could grant them ultimate freedom.
Reflecting on the vitality that had just slipped away, Garen abandoned any thoughts of further attempts and couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret. When Merlin handed him these items, why hadn't he asked how to use them?
After hesitating for a moment, Garen decided to set aside his blood essence.
Whether it was the Spirit Well, Bervant Blood, Venomfang Blade, or even the Holy War System, utilizing these items might seem like taking shortcuts, but they were not the crux of the issue. What truly mattered was the mission. Before establishing the Watchtower and defeating the impending disaster, Garen needed power, and he could not afford to overlook any means of acquiring it.
...
The next morning, Yasthia brought good news.
“If all goes well, the third phase will be completed in two months. The main issue with the Fourth Phase project lies in the extreme powers of the three parties. If you want to ensure rapid progress, you must reach level 12 as soon as possible.”
“Not a problem,” Garen replied. The prospect of reaching the extreme levels so quickly surprised him and highlighted Yasthia and her companion's talents.
Yasthia was momentarily taken aback. She watched Garen walk toward the training ground, wondering why for him, reaching level 12 seemed like such a commonplace achievement.
In terms of time, Garen had only been in Blackstone Town for about a year. Back when he was with Aguillon's team, Yasthia clearly remembered he was only at level 4.
“He's already an 11th-level warrior,” Tifet said slowly as he approached.
“What?!” Yasthia exclaimed in disbelief.
“Yeah, he leveled up again,” Tifet said, rubbing his temples. He recalled that when Garen first arrived in town, he didn't seem to even have reached level 10. “Lady Merlyn must have given him some help...”
Yasthia's shock deepened.
While this explanation was plausible and Merlin indeed had such abilities... the question remained: why would a Legendary Mage help him? Most importantly, leveling up eight times in just one year could rival even Philip the Great in his youth!
Yasthia took a long time to calm her heart and remembered the purpose of calling Tifet over.
"I have already identified the magic circle provided by Lady Merlyn. It can indeed stabilize the conflict of extreme powers, but it requires at least three Holy Mages to exert their strength," Yasthia said.
Tifet shrugged and pointed to the three Deer Lion Dogs. "Don't talk to me about it. You should go find those three."
"So you mean it's allowed?" Yasthia was somewhat surprised.
"Why do you always think I'm so stingy?" Tifet's lips twitched. "I don't think I've ever said it wasn't allowed."
Yasthia smiled, especially after witnessing Tifet's initial indifference; she could feel his recent changes, which made her very happy.
"However, speaking of which, what would you do if I didn't allow it?" Tifet suddenly asked.
Yasthia thought seriously for a moment. "I could ask Lady Merlyn."
Tifet snapped a tender piece of grass and bit on the edge, squinting as he said, "She's gone mad."
"What do you mean?" Yasthia didn't understand at once.
"Literally."
Tifet instinctively glanced at Garen on the playground, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Two hours ago, she was taken away by the Iron Blade Group. She should be locked up in the Amethyst Kingdom."
Yasthia's pupils trembled violently.
The Amethyst Kingdom is a place used by the Holy Empire to imprison special criminals. Constructed from the strongest amethyst of the Void, it is surrounded by multiple layers of protection, making it a so-called "absolute fortress" of the new era. Even if the Triumphant City Gate were to be breached, there would be no possibility of the Amethyst Kingdom falling.
In that place, the prisoners are often ruthless and incredibly powerful maniacs; the escape of even one could trigger a continental disaster.
However, Merlin had made significant contributions to the Empire. It could even be said that the current alliance between humanity and the Celestial Race owes part of its success to her efforts. Yet, such a legendary figure is confined within the Amethyst Kingdom?
This can only indicate that she has truly gone mad! Even the Empire cannot guarantee what she might do next!
But why is this happening?
……
Sitting by the playground, Garen watched the Newbies running. To an outsider, he appeared to be muttering to himself, but in reality, he was conversing with Huxiu Neier.
"I saw him; he has become much stronger than before," Huxiu Neier's voice was gentle. "I must express my gratitude to you once again, Sir Garen!"
"I am your mentor; this is what I should do," Garen replied with a smile and a shake of his head.
In the beginning, even Garen couldn't understand why Huxiu Neier was willing to devote all her strength just for a chance to catch a glimpse of Rody from afar.
But now, Garen seemed to understand.
She deeply loves Rody, even though he has been gone for a long time.
Perhaps this is also why she has been able to endure in the staff's space.
"When Rody's mother passed away, I vowed to raise him to be an excellent child, to provide him with a comfortable and affluent life. Unfortunately, I became a successful businessman but failed to be a competent father," Huxiu Neier lamented.
"In the past, I arranged many paths for him—taking over the family business or becoming a doctor... but he was never keen on any of them. He even went so far as to have fierce arguments with me, belittling the paths I laid out for him as worthless. Looking back now, there are so many regrets... When he was alive, I focused solely on teaching him lessons while being stingy with words of praise."
Garen listened quietly and then asked, "Should we go say hello?"
Huxiu Neier immediately rejected the idea. "Sir Garen, please respect our arrangement!"
Indeed, Huxiu Neier used all his strength to trade for a distant glance at his son, with the condition that Rody must never discover his presence.
Perhaps after seeing himself in the mirror, he could no longer bear the thought of Rody witnessing what he had become.
After a moment of contemplation, Garen spoke again. "If he were standing in front of you now, what would you want to say?"
Huxiu Neier fell silent for a while before responding.
"I would tell him..."
"No matter what path you choose in the future, I will always support you."
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