Chapter 205: Let’s Be Friends (1/2)
Chapter 205: Let’s Be Friends
Eichemalar sparkled with bright light even after nightfall.
In the Office of Special Affairs’ first interrogation bureau, a dwarf only half as tall as a normal adult was fastened on a bed, seven dark-green metallic threads piercing were the seven arcane gates were located inside him.
Only, this bed was entirely cast from metal. It was impossible to lie comfortably on it.
The dwarf’s eyes were open, but his gaze seemed to drift vacant like those of a sleepwalker. Five arcane masters were gathered around him.
Liszt, Donna, Songat, the arcane master wearing a white wooden mask, as well as a woman clothed in a white robe, both her hair and her eyes white as snow.
These five were arcane masters standing at the very top of the kingdom.
And not far away from the interrogation bureau, inside a black building shaped like a lighthouse, three aged arcane masters were anxiously waiting for the results of the interrogation.
These three old arcane masters were judges from the Office, men with the authority to decide the most secret and most important operations inside the kingdom.
“What’s your name? What do you usually do in Eichemalar?” Songat asked the dwarf on the iron bed, his voice peaceful.
“I’m called Pyro, manager of Charles’ Underground Wine Cellar,” the dwarf said in a monotonous voice.
“What’s your relation with Diaz?” Songat asked.
“I am his most loyal and devoted servant,” the dwarf said.
“Alright.”
Songat looked at the white-eyed and white-robed woman. He nodded, his face cold and grave, entirely at odds with the expression he usually wore.
The white-robed woman nodded back.
She stretched out her hands. When the brilliance of arcane particles started shining, countless tiny white strands of light flowed out of her ten fingers and stabbed into the dwarf’s eyes.
The dwarf’s eyes suddenly became a mottled sea of light. Countless stars shone inside them in gorgeous colors like a cluster of countless miniature tableaux.
The white-robed woman suddenly seemed under a great strain.
Countless mottled starry lights appeared in her eyes at the same time. Her hands kept moving, never stopping for a second, guiding these tiny white threads of light as they sought the things she and Liszt and the others were looking for.
The strands of light suddenly turned transparent in her hands after a few seconds. Like the flame of a candle, a bright light erupted from the dwarf’s eyes.
Shining pictures started forming above the dwarf.
“Is that the Evil Dragon disciples’ main camp? The Valley of Fallen Shadows!”
Liszt and Donna and the others suddenly beamed in delight.
In one of the pictures, they saw a huge mountain valley pervaded by a chaotic and twisted atmosphere. A purple aura of death oozed from the depths of the valley.
But the very next second, Liszt and Donna and the others suddenly froze.
“Evil Dragon disciples have actually developed to this degree?!”
From several other pictures, they saw thousands upon thousands of tents made from beast skins and bones erected in the depths of the shadowy mountain valley.
Alleys snaked between the innumerable tents, leading to many caves. Inside these caves sat purple altars of death.
Countless mind-warped berserkers holding giant axes patrolled the vast mountain forests surrounding the valley, together with Dragon Disciple crossbowmen. From many other pictures, they could see Dragon Disciple arcane teams clothed in deep purple with golden border stripes.
“Ah!”
The white-robed woman cried out softly all of a sudden. All the white strands of light instantly crumbled in her hands, together with the sound of shattering metal.
The veins on her forehead bulged visibly. Shock and pain were written on her peculiar features.
The pictures floating above the dwarf scattered in fragments of light before quickly fading away.
Liszt narrowed his eyes and quietly asked, “Sullie, what did you see?”
“Blood Gate Altar… In the deepest reaches of the valley… It seems they think they can resurrect the Evil Dragon Ned, or maybe recreate his bloodline,” this white-eyed woman said, her quick words almost delirious. “The Valley of Fallen Shadows is inside the Southam Demon Forest, at the tip of the Cherry River!”
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“The Valley of Fallen Shadows is in the Southam Demon Forest, at the tip of the Cherry River! This is consistent with all the clues we found so far!”
Inside the lighthouse-like building in the Office of Special Affairs, the three aged arcane masters’ hands shook in spite of themselves when they received the results from Liszt’s interrogation. “After so many years… We finally found them!”
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“Who could have imagined that Three-Headed Dragon Academy would lose to Seagale Academy?”