Chapter 304: A Little Thief, the Draconic Language (2/2)

“The legends must be true then? Just now, there were exactly six crystal mirror images of Clayston. It must have been due to the crystal!” Ayrin looked towards Lotton in shock.

As Lotton was merely conjecturing based on his own knowledge, he was unable to give Ayrin a straight answer. Instead, he continued telling the legend of the crystal, “This crystal is said to also create a strange force field between the user’s six crystal mirror images, allowing the user to switch between the mirror images’ positions at an extremely fast speed.”

“Then at any time, any of the six crystal mirror images could be the real body?!” Ayrin, Rinloran, and Stingham exclaimed in astonishment.

In Jean Camus’ battle against Clayston, Clayston’s six crystal mirror images had each been approximately ten to twenty meters away from each other. This meant that with this crystal, a single arcane master could freely move anywhere within a one hundred meter area. Whether attacking or dodging, this was an amazing ability to have.

“No wonder Clayston was so confident at the beginning. If this crystal is truly the same one as in the legends… it is fortunate that Jean Camus is the person who he encountered. Other arcane masters, such as the ones of our Office of Special Affairs, may not necessarily have been able to kill him.” Ayrin became lost in thought for before excitedly shouting, “Lotton, do you know how to use this crystal? Do I just need to inject some arcane particles?”

“I don’t know,” Lotton responded. “Because no one has ever confirmed these legends, there are also no records of how to use it.”

“Let’s just give it a try,” Stingham couldn’t wait any longer as he reached out to grab the crystal, “Hey! Hurry up and let go. Such a powerful artifact, and you are still biting it. What if you destroy it?!”

But almost immediately, Stingham began to scream, “Ack! Ayrin! Hurry up and control it!”

Before his hand could even touch the crystal, the little yellow dragon had bitten onto one of his fingers.

“This is something that it stole. If you want to use it, you need its approval.” Ayrin pet the little yellow dragon as he said, “Can you let go of Stingham? As for this crystal, it belongs to you. But can I borrow it from time to time?”

“The dragon is actually listening to Ayrin!” Rinloran thought as he watched the little dragon release Stingham and then, after a moment of hesitation, give up the crystal following Ayrin’s words.

“Lotton, do you perhaps know what kind of dragon it is?” Ayrin couldn’t help but ask as he watched the little dragon puff its chest towards Stingham.

“I’ve never heard of a dragon like this either,” Lotton shook his head, causing a strange creak to ring from his neck.

“Well you are already incredible. You know so much more than us,” Ayrin said sincerely. “How do you know so much?”

“My father once told me that in order to survive, you must do everything you can to learn. The more you know and understand, the more likely you are to continue living.” Lotton’s body slightly trembled as his voice became unusual, “So when we hid and lived within the Land of Slaughter, we would observe and study our targets and try to learn as much from them as possible. Before killing them, we would even torture them to try and learn more.”

“Father? You had a father?” Stingham exclaimed in surprise.

“Idiot!” Black lines emerged over Rinloran’s face as he couldn’t resist flicking Stingham on the forehead, “Who doesn’t have a father?!”

“I didn’t mean that,” Stingham replied as he rubbed his forehead. A moment later, his face paled as he stuttered, “You were in the Land of Slaughter with your father? But you were the only person who escaped in the end. Lotton, you couldn’t possible have killed your father… and eat… and eaten him?!”

Lotton remained silent for a long time.

Rinloran began to tremble as well.

“He was killed by an enemy to save me,” Lotton slowly replied.

Stingham let out a sigh of relief as he wiped sweat of his forehead and said, “That’s alright.”

“Idiot!” Rinloran swore once more. How could the death of Lotton’s father be ‘alright’? To survive amidst the Land of Slaughter and see one’s father killed before one’s own eyes… At this moment, Rinloran didn’t wish to think about this matter and anything related to it any longer.

“Lotton, your father exchanged his life for your own, so you must continue to live, and live well,” Ayrin comfortingly said towards Lotton after taking a deep breath.

Lotton remained silent as he lowered his head.

“It doesn’t seem to be working,” Ayrin said as he directed his arcane particles into the oval crystal. It didn’t seem to have any effect outside of causing a purple light to radiate from the crystal in addition to the original pink light.

“Are there not enough arcane particles? Or perhaps it there is a skill which goes along with it? Or maybe the legends were simply not true?” These thoughts ran through Rinloran and Stingham’s minds as they exchanged looks.

But right at this moment, the little yellow dragon in Ayrin’s other hand suddenly muttered several mysterious and incomprehensible syllables. It was speaking Draconic!

Upon hearing these syllables, Ayrin abruptly fell into a daze.

For some inexplicable reason, these syllables sounded unusually familiar to him. Many strange images began flashing in his mind as an odd feeling surged through his entire body.