Chapter 337: Jean Camus’ Reques (1/2)
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Two wizened old men stood shoulder to shoulder atop a platform of the Sacred Tower of Eichemalar and gazed down at the city below.
On the left, wearing white robes, was Gatling, a legendary figure within the Office of Special Affairs and creator of the Shackles of Starlight Domain.
On the right, wearing gray robes, was Enrico, another legendary figure within the Office of Special Affairs who was once known by everyone as the Shadow Dancer.
He might have once been the strongest assassin, but his face was now covered with wrinkles and radiating warmth. At this moment, he opened his mouth and said to Gatling beside him, “Will the main base of the Summoner Corp not be too dangerous for these youths?”
“For youths of their talent, and especially the one who has been chosen as inheritor by him, this level of danger is necessary for their growth.” As Gatling spoke, a trace of joy and a slight smile emerged atop his face, which had previously been gloomy from thinking about all the arcane masters who had perished in Fallen Shadow Valley. “I never imagined that he would end up finding such a staunch successor.”
“Now that the legendary bloodline has reappeared, the weight on our old shoulders has lightened up quite a bit,” Enrico replied as a smile emerged on his face as well.
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“Brave warrior Moss, we must not waste this time. You must continue your special training even as we travel. Just treat it as another method of walking!” Minlur was full of enthusiasm as he loudly spoke to Moss, whose head was still full of bumps, while they walked.
“Just what kind of special training has Moss had to endure? Is he working on some Iron Head technique? How come it seems like his head is in an even worse condition than mine?” Stingham’s eyes lit up in surprise as he observed Moss upon hearing Minlur’s words.
“Alright!”
Moss rubbed his head as he let out a fierce shout and his body immediately began to expand.
Boom!
Stingham felt his eardrums reverberating as Moss abruptly disappeared from beside him. Before Stingham could even figure out what had happened, he heard a miserable scream in the distance. Only then did he see the human shaped hole which had emerged in the thicket of branches and leaves not far above his head.
“What kind of special training is this?”
“Shooting oneself into the air? Using the head to break trees?”
Stingham’s eyes widened and his mouth gaped open in bewilderment.
“Moss, what are you doing?” Ayrin asked as he clutched his stomach and broke out in laughter.
“Ha ha ha. Brave warrior Moss, it seems like you have failed again. It doesn’t look any better than before either. But do not give up. Keep going at it, and perhaps you will be able to master this skill before we arrive at the competition ground.” Minlur couldn’t help but laugh as well.
“Stingham, we are also about to start,” Rui’s emotionless voice rang out from behind Stingham.
“No!” Stingham’s face paled as he subconsciously let out a fearful yelp.
But as he turned around, there was already a great black stick flying towards him.
Bang!
Stingham abruptly flew backwards.
A contorted figure appeared on a tree in the distance.
“Master Scoundrel Rui actually has a black stick…” Ayrin and Rinloran thought to themselves as sly looks emerged on their faces.
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At this same moment, Morgan, Audrey, and the rest of Dragon Breath Academy’s team were also quickly traversing through the Southam Demon Forest.
Traveling alongside them were four elite teachers of Dragon Breath Academy and an arcane team from the Shadowfiend Corps.
Suddenly, the three members of the Shadowfiend Corps arcane team who were in the lead simultaneously stopped as if they had sensed an abnormality.
Before they could react and do anything, a person appeared in between them and Morgan’s group.
A look of shock emerged across the faces of the three arcane masters as they quickly turned around and looked behind them.
If this person behind them had come to assassinate them, they would have likely succeeded.