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"That is a weapon of the demon."
Kekafu appeared out of nowhere, handing over a cup of water with a smile. "It's best not to look directly at it. Although Frostbringer has purified it, after all, this is a demon's item, and who knows what calamity it might bring."
Garen took the cup and, after a moment of silence, asked, "Can you tell me about it?"
"Of course." Kekafu grinned; all the special slaves were unaware of the city's history, so he wasn't surprised.
Garen shifted his gaze from the spear and quietly awaited Kekafu's account.
"Frostbringer is the master of the city, but he seems to dislike that title and prefers to call himself the Messenger." Kekafu gestured a bit. "According to the historical records of the city, many years ago, a ferocious demon entered the city and slaughtered its residents on a massive scale, triggering an unprecedented disaster."
"If it weren't for the Messenger's appearance, perhaps the entire city would have been destroyed by the demon... The Messenger lured the demon to the west of the city, where a fierce battle ensued. Unfortunately, that battle was unlike any other; all who attempted to observe were left there forever... So even today, no one knows what truly happened back then."
"In the end, only the Messenger survived. He even brought back the demon's weapon, and as for that area in the west of the city, it became Tanklo Desert." Kekafu chuckled and added, "That's where you got lost."
The layout of Immortal City was vast; an entire western section turning into desert was indeed quite astonishing.
Kekafu didn't notice that Garen's hands had quietly clenched.
"Frostbringer is a truly admirable figure; his deeds are worthy of his strength and long life," Kekafu continued. "After killing the demon, the Messenger refused the position of lord and chose to wander outside for training, only returning for a few days at the beginning of each month. To commemorate that victory, Temple brings out the demon's weapon every month."
It was evident that Frostbringer held a god-like status in Immortal City; just by observing Kekafu's gaze while recounting, one could see his reverence and admiration.
"What about Master Yi?" Garen squinted his eyes.
“ Master Yi is the true leader!” Kekafu's eyes lit up with fervor. “His achievements may not match those of the Messenger, but the contributions made by Master Yi are absolutely incomparable! He rebuilt the Temple and led the residents out of disaster.”
A rare sneer appeared in Garen's eyes. Yes, it was indeed a cliché: demons destroy the world, and heroes defeat the demons to save the people... But is it really that simple? The answer is certainly no. History is always written by the victors, while the defeated must endure endless slander and vilification.
Even setting aside these issues, Garen had to visit the Temple.
The reason, of course, was that spear.
In Garen's eyes, it was neither a demon's weapon nor a trophy from Immortal City...
It was the first gift he had given to his student.
That was Han Yun's spear.
Though there were some inexplicable discrepancies in timing, Garen's judgment could not be wrong.
“I need to go to the Temple,” Garen said, gazing at the magnificent building.
Kekafu was somewhat surprised; this was likely the first time he had seen a slave voluntarily wanting to go to the Temple. He chuckled helplessly, “Don't worry, I'll take you there. But you must first recover from your injuries; after all, what Master Yi needs is someone healthy...”
At this point, Kekafu suddenly realized something and exclaimed, “You want to approach a demon's relic?!”
Garen's gaze remained fixed on that long spear throughout.
“Why not?” Garen's voice inexplicably turned somber.
Despite the many doubts surrounding the events described by Kekafu, Garen could not determine whether the demon in the story was truly Han Yun, or if perhaps some entity had taken the weapon from Han Yun's grasp.
But that no longer mattered.
Garen did not want his student's weapon to be exposed to the blazing sun for all to see.
"Madman! You're a madman!" Kekafu exclaimed incredulously, shouting, "I will never let you succeed! If you approach the demon's weapon, not only you but even I will face punishment from the Temple! I will never allow you to—"
As he spoke, Kekafu's voice abruptly cut off, terror flashing in his eyes.
Garen had simply grasped both ends of the iron chain and, as if pulling on a rope, effortlessly snapped it apart. The clear sound of clanking echoed as the chain fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Thank you for your hospitality," Garen said as he got off the bed, picked up the Stormblade from the corner, and pushed open the door.
Kekafu collapsed onto the ground with a thud, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. To tear apart such a sturdy iron chain with bare hands—this kind of strength... he was no longer human! The thought of having regarded him as a mere slave over these past few days sent a chill creeping up Kekafu's spine.
But soon, Kekafu scrambled to his feet and hurried out after him.
He absolutely could not let this guy get close to the demon's weapon!
If this behavior were discovered by the Temple, not only would Garen face consequences, but Kekafu would also be implicated and punished!
...
The temperature in Immortal City was moderate in the afternoon. Crowds bustled through the streets, with vehicles coming and going. Various residents dressed in coarse clothing moved about, but when they caught sight of Garen in his Black Suit, they all revealed strange expressions.
But soon, not far away, Kekafu anxiously chased after them, and the surrounding gazes returned to normal. It was clear that another slave from that household had gone missing!
Although there were slaves with designated owners, it was strictly forbidden to snatch them away. However, when such incidents occurred, curiosity would arise in anyone, and for a moment, the crowd began to move toward the Temple, eager to witness the spectacle.
Garen had a good memory; after glancing out the window, he noted the path leading to the Temple. After passing the sixth street, Garen finally arrived in front of the Temple.
Before him lay a series of neatly arranged white steps, and at the very top of those steps stood a long spear.
Just as Garen took his first step, a sudden "whoosh!" echoed as the space ahead twisted abruptly, and a middle-aged woman tumbled out.
The woman looked extremely disheveled; she was not dressed in coarse linen but rather in ordinary cloth. Her face was filled with panic, clearly having just experienced something incredible. She lifted her head and saw Garen standing before her…
"My lord!" The woman seemed struck by lightning; disregarding her surroundings, she immediately knelt on the ground.
Garen looked at this woman and quickly recalled that she must be one of the blood clan women from Starsea Island. He had seen her during the escape across the bridge; at that time, she was holding a child around seven or eight years old. Unfortunately, that child had been swept into the Incomplete City by a hurricane, and this mother had also been drawn in.
At this moment, a large crowd had gathered nearby. From their strange expressions, Garen could confirm that what was referred to as a slave in the city was indeed a Harbinger of the blood clan.
While Garen remained silent, a sudden shout erupted from the crowd.
An elderly man with white hair approached unsteadily and reached the steps. The moment he recognized the woman's face, his cane fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Mother..."
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