"BANG!!!"
The exquisite and noble wine glass fell heavily on the ground and became broken, leaving only a few fragments with the outline of its original function. The rest of the glass had already turned into powder and was scattered on the ground.
"Say that again?"
The king raised his head and gazed with resignation at the old man before him.
"What do you mean! Dead?!!! Master Kara he's dead?!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The old man bowed his head slightly, staring at the broken glass at his feet.
"Obviously, the opponent's strength is unexpectedly strong ... Moreover, Kara's life stone has indeed been broken, which marks the death of another respectable figure in the world. Frankly speaking, the enemy actually possesses such strength does surprise me, perhaps we should consider other methods ..."
"I don't want to hear these excuses!!!"
The king slammed the table, and at the same time angrily swept all the things on it to the ground. He stared angrily at the old man in front of him, trembling." What did you tell me? With the power of the Legendary Sword Artist, we will be able to wipe out all the traitors! But now? Dead? A Legendary Swordsman, one of the strongest on the continent, just like that! How do you look at people!!!"
"..."
"Get out! Get the hell out of here!!! I'm not going to rely on those losers you talk about anymore! I'm going to rely on my own power!!! Call out the Mechanical Constructor Corps! I'm going city to city! I'll force these rats out of the gutter where they're hiding! Show them the power of the Kingdom of Marco! Let them feel my wrath! As well as the pain our nation's subjects have suffered!!!"
"Well, then, I take my leave, Your Honor."
The old man's face twitched slightly, and then he honored his manners by bowing and turning to walk out of the study.
Until the heavy steel doorway inlaid with countless mechanical components closed, the old man sighed helplessly. At that moment, the attendant who had been standing outside the door immediately came over, respectfully following behind the old man." Lord Max, His Majesty is ..."
"He's still too young, and it's no wonder ..."
Max didn't say anything more, in fact it was no wonder that His Majesty was so anxious, after all, even in Max's long years, he had rarely encountered a situation as bizarre as this one. The enemy was nowhere to be found. There was no way to track them. He thought that once he got rid of Kara, the legendary swordsman would be able to find and kill them. In order to get Kara's assistance, Max had to describe to him what he had seen in the city of Shades of Green, the bodies of the poor, weak, wretched women and children strewn across the ground, the wretched spirits playing with their hearts and souls, implanting pain in their evil deeds. And Carla did promise to help Max find the killers and to bring them to justice. Max did, in fact, have faith in his promise. After all, he was one of only three Legendary Swordsmiths on the continent, and even if the other party had a Chanting Envoy, he could still run away from them.
But to Max's surprise, Kara was dead.
When he saw the stone of life that represented Kara shatter, Max felt his hands and feet go cold, as if he had sunk into a deep, cold ice cave.
Is it possible that Kara was killed by the Chanting Angel?
How is that possible?
As an Aria, Max knew that even if he wanted to sneak up on Kara, he wouldn't always be able to do it. And even if he were to fight Kara, after exhausting his strength, wisdom and experience, he would eventually have to leave it all up to luck. That was if Kara fought him to the death and didn't run away, but in fact, if a Legendary Swordsmith wanted to run away, it wasn't easy for an Aria to catch up with him.
Moreover, if it was really a battle of that magnitude, it would have caused quite a commotion. Max had gathered all the information about the area around Green Shade City, but there was nothing out of the ordinary anywhere.
Things have become even more confusing, Max has been unable to imagine, what kind of person, in a silent situation to kill a legendary Sword Artist ... this kind of person really exists?
Max was disturbed to realize that things were getting out of his control.
Gazing at the gates in front of him, and the stark pillar of fire that loomed in the center of the city, Jared's expression was impassive.
"Dad ... why are we doing all this trouble?"
After passing the entry check with great difficulty, Gina complained with great dissatisfaction. Although she and the others had been checked by the instrument, but with Jared's ability to manipulate light, it wasn't difficult to falsify and tamper with it. After all, these soldiers were just ordinary people, and without this strange instrument that could detect their natural abilities, there was no way for them to see the difference between the people in front of them and the others.
"With my Seppelas, a gate of this magnitude can't be stopped at all, can it?"
Out of concern, Mailer and the other Gifted Warriors didn't go into the city, as usual, they found a hidden corner and stayed there for a while, so this time, only Caroline, Gina and Kula traveled with them. Kylie and Wendy were on standby and could quickly signal the group if anything happened there.
"But we have to think about what comes next ..."
Jared snapped his fingers, pulling back the gaze he'd had on the stake not far away.
"I have a very strange idea, a doubt, which must be resolved. Of course, Gina, I thought it would be easier if you were there."
"... What's the problem?"
"Those constructed weapons..."
Jared turned and walked down another spacious street, oblivious to the dark alleyway that loomed in front of him.
"You say you can't manipulate them or analyze their power source, so there's a big question here, what exactly is driving them?"
"It's not magic yo ..."
Kula suddenly interjected, then resumed her walk with eyes half-closed and swaying about.
"So in that case ... I guess you heard."
Jared continued.
"Magic can't explain it, and our ... is apparently completely incomprehensible."
Though Kula was nearby, Jared didn't use technical terms, but Gina clearly understood what he meant.
"So Dad, are you saying that finding out where this power comes from will help us in our operations?"
"It's hard to say ..."
Jared, deep in thought, glanced at Caroline, who, with a slight shake of her head, did not speak.
Gina's powers don't work, strange dynamics, killing for the gifted ... and these dark, tall, black crucifix-like pillars of fire that you can see no matter what city you're in, I wish I was just mentally allergic.
Despite his thoughts, Jared didn't really think he was mentally allergic; instead, his inner turmoil grew, like ink spreading into water.
"Lord Jared."
The female archer, Ur, and the man appeared silently behind them with tired expressions, both sweating profusely. Apparently, without Jared's assistance, their disguises weren't as effective as they should have been.
"My lord, it was so difficult for us to blend into the city ... It was so difficult ..."
"Don't pretend, with your powers, this should be a piece of cake."
Jared didn't say a word to break down the man's complaint, and indeed that was exactly what happened, in front of the man's ability to submerge under the earth, these thick walls were completely unable to withstand his movements. Not to mention discovering it.
"Ur and I will now go to buy supplies ... I hope that your lordships can make a move after we leave, otherwise, the brothers may have to drink the northwest wind."
"Is everything okay."
Jared inquired, somewhat uneasily, but the man nodded affirmatively.
"Don't worry, my lord, in the past I was so to those brothers in the mountains to transport goods, as long as enough money, give those guys some hints words, they will take the initiative to send people to transport food ... wait for them to leave the city, we then..." said here, the man's right hand downward split, a slight smile. ... "Said here, the man's right hand down a chop, a slight smile.
"Over to you."
Jared looked at him without moving, and nodded slightly.
"Please leave it to me."
Gina frowned slightly as she watched the two men blend into the crowd and disappear,looking at the man's back with a slight uneasiness.
"Dad, is this guy really okay? I don't think you can trust a smooth talker."
"Sometimes, people like that are necessary, and ... Caroline, what are you laughing at?"
(No, nothing.)
Caroline laughed softly and turned her head away, if it was true that, according to Gina, smooth-talking men were not to be trusted, then how about Jared, who lied as easily as he ate all day long?
"Well, we ..."
Before Jared could finish his sentence, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd in front of him, followed by screaming and running in all directions, and then a group of heavily armed soldiers rushed in the direction of Jared and the others.
"Get that guy!!! He's a gifted warrior!!!"
At these words, everyone was shocked.