402 Light of Hope (2/2)
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In the morning a few hours ago, a messenger on a gray horse rushed into the camp of the Knights Templar. Finding the one in charge, he sent up the order.
Bann read it and shook his head. ”I remember the nation gave us two more days to remain here.”
The messenger looked aghast. ”I'm sorry, Your Excellency. I know this request is inhumane but we've drawn out another camp for you to rest in. It's two hundred kilometers away.”
Pausing, he muttered, ”Those *ssholes at Water Management. They just get more corrupted! The water factory established just last year has stopped. You can't get any water from underground and all the water suppliers for the nearby villages have stopped. We can't even promise you can receive water regularly here.
”We must dig a temporary well for this camp and ensure emergency supplying…I'm sorry, but this is the letter from up above.” He took out the letter and handed it over to Bann.
After reading quickly, Bann nodded. ”Please tell Minister Quin that we are guests and for such events, your nation's matters are top priority. We do not need the other camp. The iron whales are mostly prepared already. We can return to the Sacred City to rest. If we leave soon, we should be back by night.”
The messenger was overjoyed. ”Thank you for your understanding.”
With Bann's command, the silent camp quickly became filled with noise. The knights speedily packed up their belongings and tents, transporting everything onto the ships with order.
A short two hours later, the entire camp was ready to go. The iron whales rose into the sky, filling it with the song of return.
They were going home.
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While Colt's light of hope was extinguished, a hoarse voice traveled from a tuning instrument in the distance.
”The 'silent theater' is already complete,” Heisenberg said. ”Ye Qingxuan, this is the last time the Secret Keepers will help you. I hope you will fulfil our promise next.”
”I've already prepared everything. Please don't worry.”
Behind the long table, Ye Qingxuan held his chin and studied the map. A trail of blood dots slowly extended north toward the Sacred City. He stared at the scraggly trail as if studying a masterpiece and murmured, ”There will be no problems.”
”Oh? I would love to hear the details.”
Hearing Ye Qingxuan's tone, Heisenberg could not help but feel curious. Using the Secret Keepers' ability, he had naturally kept an eye on Ye Qingxuan's plans these days. However, Heisenberg could not discover what else he had.
Philip was already sapped dry but a grandmaster who used 'God's Discipline' as a theme for his symphony of predestination would never be easy to fight. Therefore, he was curious as to what Ye Qingxuan had planned.
At this, Ye Qingxuan smiled mysteriously.
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At the same time, a young hand yanked up the weeds in the wilderness. Not caring about the dirt and bugs, he stuffed a handful into his mouth. He chewed with gusto; green juice dribbled from his lips. The fourteen-year-old looked like a wild child, despite his long gold locks and majestic features.
”Uncle, uncle.” He tugged at the man's clothes pitifully. ”I'm hungry.”
”Just eat something. Here, take this.” The man pointed at a tree carelessly. The youth opened his mouth. Invisible dragon breath transformed into a gaping mouth that yanked the entire tree up. It disappeared somewhere. There were sounds of wood shattering and being chewed. But the boy's stomach continued rumbling and grumbling.
The man sighed. He squatted down and looked at his sad nephew, patting his head. ”My good nephew, please endure it. It's rare for Uncle's friend to come to me for help. He even gave me money!” With that, he raised a finger. ”With that money, I can raise you for a long time! I'll make you steak when we go back, how about that?”
The boy shook his head sadly. ”I want five cows.”
”Then, five it is! Deal.”'Uncle' clapped his hands happily. Straightening, he gazed at the shambling carriage in the distance and smiled eerily.
”I had a feeling he would contact me but I didn't think that his first time would be such a big job…”