Chapter 337: Jean Camus’ Reques (2/2)

At this time, Morgan felt a familiar aura coming from the figure before him. He motioned for everyone to stand down as he asked, “Jean Camus?”

As if stepping out from a layer of mist, Jean Camus’ calm features gradually manifest before them.

“This is Jean Camus, the number one genius of the Kingdom of Doa? What ability!” The three Shadowfiend Corps arcane masters relaxed as such thoughts raced through their minds.

Jean Camus nodded towards Audrey and the others in greeting and then turned towards Morgan and said, “I wish to speak privately with you.”

Morgan followed Jean Camus to the side before curiously asking, “What’s the matter?”

“I seem to not know anyone from the Kingdom of Eiche outside of your and Ayrin’s respective groups.” Jean Camus paused for several seconds before abruptly asking, “Are we friends?”

Morgan looked at Jean Camus in surprise as he replied, “Why are you acting so different from usual? Why have you suddenly asked a question like this?”

Jean Camus ignored Morgan’s question as he stared him in the eye and asked, “If I needed your help, you would help me, right?”

“Although we have not had many interactions and therefore be considered friends in the strictest sense…” Morgan paused as he threw a strange look at Jean Camus, “if you need my help with a matter, I will certainly help out to the best of my abilities.”

“I heard that the national tournament has started once more. To tell you the truth, Ayrin’s progress has exceeded my expectations.” Jean Camus looked Morgan in the eye once more as he asked, “I wanted to ask if you believe that your team can defeat his.”

“It is not just Ayrin who has shown shocking improvement. His teammates have as well. Even Lotner and the rest of Abel Academy’s team was no match for them. So I have no confidence in saying that my team will be able to defeat them.” Morgan bitterly laughed as he shook his head and continued, “Currently, people have begun calling their group of six the new Holy Dawn Evil Six.”

Jean Camus nodded but did not reply as he just stood there as if lost in thought.

“You are truly acting strange today.” Morgan began to increasingly suspect that Jean Camus had encountered some kind of difficult matter as he pressed Jean Camus for an answer, “Just what did you want to talk to me about?”

“Can you keep this letter for me?” Jean Camus seemed to have finally made a decision as he took out a sealed envelope and handed it towards to Morgan.

This turn of events only further confused Morgan.

“I am about to return to the Kingdom of Doa. If after I return, there is no news of me, or if you hear of something happening to me, please hand this letter to Ayrin.” Jean Camus looked at Morgan as he added, “But before then, just hold onto this letter for me and don’t let anyone, including yourself, see the contents within. Can you do this for me?”

“What do you mean?” Morgan exclaimed, “Is there some danger waiting for you in Doa?”

“It is just a guess.” Jean Camus shook his head. “As for the specifics, I cannot tell you.”

“There is a matter which even a fellow like you cannot solve?” Morgan asked in astonishment before turning silent.

“Can you help me with this matter?” Jean Camus calmly asked once more.

Morgan took a deep breath as his face turned solemn and he replied, “Although I do not know why you are making this request, I swear on my identity as an arcane master to protect this letter for you. But I don’t understand. Why can you not directly hand this letter to Ayrin yourself? Why must I had it to him for you?”

“Because he and his teammates, especially that fellow Stingham… are a little unreliable,” Jean Camus responded. “I’m afraid that they might open the letter and see its contents before the time comes.”

“But you trust me?” Morgan couldn’t help but ask in response. He gradually felt that this matter was even more important than he had originally believed.

Jean Camus ignored Morgan’s question and only replied, “When I went to the national tournament, it was merely for the sake of talking to you… and beating up Stingham.”

“This guy, are you trying to make me feel honored with your words?” Morgan showed a slight smile as he replied. Afterwards, his expression turned serious once more.

“I will help you keep this letter safe… and no matter what is going on, you must be careful,” Morgan said as he looked Jean Camus in the eye.

“Goodbye.”

Jean Camus nodded towards Morgan and then turned and disappeared.

Morgan looked down at the letter in his hand as he muttered to himself, “Whatever… I wonder just what this fellow is doing… maybe I should just open the letter and take a look right now?”

Morgan motioned to open the letter, but quickly stopped. A complex look emerged across his face as he looked into the depths of the forest before him.

“This fellow actually left just like that… he really does trust me.”

“I truly hope that this letter is not a last testament.”

Morgan shook his head and let out a deep sigh before tucking the letter into his breast pocket and walking back towards the others.