Chapter 272: A Reunion of St. Lauren’s Youngest Generation (1/2)
Chapter 272: A Reunion of St. Lauren’s Youngest Generation
“I’m so tired, yet there is still something which dares to jump out and scare me,” Ayrin muttered as he collapsed butt first onto the ground.
Stingham, who was on Ayrin’s back, crashed to the ground as well.
“What’s going on? Just what happened? Where is this?”
Upon being dropped to the ground, Stingham, who had been deep asleep, finally opened his eyes and loudly shrieked as he saw the mess of a ghost town around him. The doors and windows of the pub-like buildings around him were all destroyed, and there were broken bottles and jars everywhere.
“You slept like a dead pig the entire trip, but now that we’ve arrived, you suddenly awaken? You didn’t do this on purpose, did you?” Rinloran cried out as he exhaustedly laid on the ground, every single particle of his body cramping.
But right at this moment, a wretched cry rang out, “You brats…!”
The figure who had been sent flying by Ayrin unsteadily stood up as a green light emerged within his eyes once more.
“It’s a ghost!”
“Water Dragon!”
Stingham’s hairs raised in shock as a giant water dragon abruptly appeared amongst the dilapidated buildings and crashed into the Evil Dragon Follower who had just stood back up.
“Agh!”
The Evil Dragon Follower was sent flying once more.
As Juan witnessed Stingham’s Water Dragon, he was stunned speechless once more.
“Mister, when you told us to run just now, were you about to say something else?” Ayrin exhaustedly asked the mustached Juan. He immediately recognized Juan’s arcane robes as the Shadowfiend Corps’ uniform.
“That was Lu… Lucian,” Juan stuttered as he smiled bitterly, “That was Spectre Lucian.”
“Have we already reached the mission area?” Stingham abruptly asked as he finally recognized the pointed, magus hat like buildings around him. As he confirmed his surroundings, he shouted in disbelief, “I fell asleep? Just how did I get here? Did I sleepwalk?”
Rinloran had originally been too exhausted to speak, but upon hearing Stingham’s words, he couldn’t help but shout, “You idiot, we carried you over on our backs!” as blue veins popped out atop his forehead.
“Was this Lucian very strong?” Ayrin abruptly asked Juan.
As he swept his gaze across the three before him, Juan couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
Just how was he supposed to answer this question?
He wanted to say that Lucian was strong, but Lucian had been sent flying so easily by them.
“Spectre Lucian is a former student of Three Headed Dragon Academy. He is a four gate arcane master who has mastered a camouflage skill which allows him to change his appearance and aura however he wants and is infamous for frequently entering our Kingdom of Eiche and assassinating and robbing merchant caravans,” Juan explained.
“A four gate arcane master?”
“No way? How could a four gate arcane master be so weak?”
“Mister, are you lying to us?”
“This is bad. If this is true, then we broke orders. We weren’t supposed to clash with four gate arcane masters.”
Upon hearing the responses of the three strange fellows before him, Juan couldn’t help but shake his head.
He guessed that if Lucian could hear these words, he would faint from anger.
Who would have expected for an exhausted and staggering student who hadn’t even opened his third arcane gate to control such a powerful magic sphere?
Under such circumstances atop this great battlefield where it was so necessary to conserve strength and arcane particles, any arcane master would still suffer against such an unexpected blow.
“On our way over, we ran into several battles which were already finished. There weren’t any Evil Dragon Followers. But here…”
Ayrin muttered to himself, then looked at Juan as he asked, “Mister, you are an arcane master of the Shadowfiend Corps? How come you are here?”
“I am the captain of the Shadowfiend Corps’ third battalion fifth team.” Juan looked back at Ayrin as he said, “My team’s mission was to raid this area and investigate what this area was used for while also collecting any interesting materials.”
“What?! We spent half a day rushing over, but it has already been looted by others?!” Stingham disappointedly shouted.
“Then Mister Juan, have you determined what they used this place for? And where are your other team members?” Ayrin asked. As he observed the empty town around him, he couldn’t help but feel like he had returned to his birthplace, Cororin Town. He continued, “Based off the latest reports, this place was likely used by the Evil Dragon Followers to manufacture clockwork metal puppets.”
“The members of my arcane team have all died. Only I am left.” A depressed look emerged in Juan’s eyes but his face remained determined and resolute as he continued, “In this area, I’ve only found a single, small workshop which can produce only the lowest grade metal springs and gears. Of the other buildings, many are residences. But a third or so of them seemed to have been used for alchemy, and contain many large containers which contain solvents and alcohols used for storing specimens. That was when I encountered Spectre Lucian.”