197. Chapter 197 – Information from afar

Chapter 197 – Intelligence from afar

“There is, and a lot of it.”

Heine held up the paper in her hand, which was densely recorded with numbers and symbols.

This world had 37 alphabets, so there was also something like Morse code.

But Huihui’s encryption was much simpler and rougher, using Carl’s book How to Become a Psychic as a codebook to directly report the numbers and then just count the words.

This kind of encryption, which relies on square-letter constructions, is kind of unique.

After a bit of deciphering, Heine slowly read out the only information he had gotten in two days.

“…… The dirigible I was traveling in met Red (Chandor) and Simon midway, and we returned together.

“As of just before going to sleep for the night, the ship had welcomed another heavyweight guest, Renee, the Third Queen of the Silver Elves.

“She was traveling on the very same Void Shuttle I, but had to make a forced landing due to an unusual fluctuation in the magical web.

“I saw traces of being clutched by the Ancient Tree Guard on that ship, and it’s likely that she hitchhiked to Mourning Wood City.

“I suspect that she learned of Ashmoon and made this trip to win her over, so you should be prepared to lose her.”

After reading it, Heine couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air.

It wasn’t because of her big sister.

He hadn’t lost anything no matter which camp Gray Moon was fought for.

She and himself shared the secret left behind by Quirkus, and both sides were a community of interest that could not be betrayed.

As for those good seedlings, for someone as broad-minded as Heine, as long as they didn’t die young, no matter where they developed and grew, it wasn’t a loss.

In this regard, he was very similar to his idol, Arsène Wenger.

It’s not just a warm signing!
What he really had a physical pain in the ass was the wooden teardrop!

That was his gift to SA!

This is great, Tiny Sa will have to stay in Chief Sa’s soul fire for a while longer.

Chief Sa naturally didn’t know that Heine had prepared a surprise for him.

He was still giggling.

“Hahaha, see, it’s a good thing that old me had more than one mind, so I couldn’t tell big sister about the rare beast’s refreshing locus, she’s the one with a severe lack of blood supply to her brain!”

Teacher Xia couldn’t help but say, “But have you ever thought that you wouldn’t be able to be Scarlet Arrow’s big brother that way?”

“Uh……”

Mr. Sa thought for a few seconds, “Why don’t we personally go to the Tree Capital to abduct someone?”

Mr. Xia: “That would require your father’s entire sleeping bag, otherwise none of the brothers could go out.”

Mr. Sa: “Alas, the brothers are useless, they have never traveled far in their lives, unlike me.”

Mr. Xia: “You fucking that was abducted, your dads not far from thousands of miles, not, hundreds of miles to save you, can be the same?”

…

Indeed the whole sleeping bag.

Heine thought so.

The means of telecommunication was in sight, and if the sleeping bag problem could be solved, they could be put out to play in the field.

Infrastructural talents like Sheep Catchers and Chief Sa still had to stay, but the Northeasterners’ hearts had long since drifted to the Shadow Sanctuary.

And then there’s Mr. Xia.

Although he did not say much explicitly, but privately mentioned the Brotherhood quite a lot of times, open mouth and shut his mouth is “strong ah, you don’t want to get into trouble ah” and so on.

It was obvious that he missed Eric Strong.

In addition, his past life is either wanted or squatting in prison, so pure prison style talent to stay here is really a waste.

After all, the kid was old enough to face this day.

Heine was mentally prepared.

Every time this happens, a song called “Come Home Often” can’t help but ring in his ears.

…

It was also getting late, so Heine found a random corner to meditate until dawn, and then began his daily routine these days. Returning to Greenleaf Town to find Catching Goat and Xiao Bei, he used the power of the two to purify Quirkus’ seedlings.

In the meantime he would be in the blimp receiving a runeology lesson from Karl.

By the time the course is over, it’s almost as if Bev is exhausted and Goat is soulless.

That’s when it’s time to go to the Gitler estate to find the old man.

Barry was curious about everything that had happened to Quirkus, after all it had proved with its life that his theory was completely correct.

Unfortunately, he was now an ordinary man, unable to resist the intense transcendental energies and unable to get close enough to Quilcus’ undead body.

Heine would step in though.

He shared and discussed what he had digested from Quirkus’ memories with Barry, and the two of them talked endlessly over dinner.

Although Dylan Gittler has repeatedly said “I don’t think you should talk during dinner.”

Barry didn’t think he should, and continued to do as he pleased.

At dinner this day, Barry suddenly asked:
“Have you figured out how you’re going to solve the ‘kindling’ problem yet?”

Three months were coming up soon, and the Floating City was about to run out of energy.

In order to continue to maintain the camouflage, it was necessary to replace a fire seed.

Heine nodded, “I have a reliable merchant friend who recently returned to Veritas to report for work, and in that kind of fishy place, he’s sure to get the fire seed, as well as the method to make it.”

“That’s good, you kids never let me worry.”

Barry smiled and nodded, intimidating but amiable enough to feel after a long look.

“How’s that horse recovering, by the way?” He asked.

He was referring to the “reins” that Heine had picked up from Southgate’s corpse.

That horseshoe became a ring after being bound by Heine, only the horse’s energy was depleted and needed to be replenished.

Heine tried to put it into the fish pond, but it was made up of black spirits, so it couldn’t be put in at all, and would even cause the spell formation to reject it.

“It can only recover slowly, the progress is slow.” Heine answered truthfully.

“Have you tried communicating with it? Theoretically this is the first time we’ve seen a creature made purely of metahumans, and don’t you think it’s a lot like a magical construct?”

Heine was slightly stunned, “Elemental creature?”

Barry nodded, “Yes, it resembles an elemental body with basic intelligence, and according to your nomenclature, it should be called a Spirit Ashen Horse.

“In my time, mages had the most rigorous practice of perception of all spellcasters, much like the warriors you mentioned.

“The result of such torturous practice was that no caster dared to summon an elemental creature in front of a mage, for there was always the possibility of being turned.

“Since you are a psychic, why don’t you try to communicate with it.”

Heine said helplessly, “I tried, but it ignored me, perhaps my elemental affinity isn’t enough.”

Barry pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

“It shouldn’t be …… Your meta-spirit affinity is already high enough that the problem shouldn’t always be solved this way. Have you ever used the meta-spirit spells here again?”

Heine froze …… Building a bridge?
Right!

There was no restriction that said the bridge could only be used to communicate with summons, so wouldn’t this kind of meta-spiritual creature work too?
Having used psionics for so long, he’d forgotten about it!
“I’m going to try!”

He immediately put down his bowl and headed straight for the cellar.

…

In the two worlds of black and white, Heine was in the black pole.

On the opposite side of the silver bridge was a steed that was pitch black.

It raised its head, its ears pressed back, its body tense, looking around uneasily.

Heine tried to send a greeting:
“Hello.”

The horse was startled, and then panic came from it:

“Scared horse~ Scared horse~ Scared horse~”

(End of chapter)