186. Chapter 186 – Planning for Outposts
Chapter 186 – Planning for the Outpost War
Because of the destruction of catching the sheep, Heine did not see the changes after the indigenous Lukus were promoted to the fifth level.
But he basically got the answer he wanted:
Promotion was the implantation of “will”.
For Bedwell, this was obviously a “failed promotion”.
Although his physical strength, mental strength, and even energy strength had reached the fifth level, which Heine could not observe with her “scouting technique”.
However, he was still considered a “Holy Light Warrior”, just as he had been at level four.
His holy light would not be unending because of his faith, but would have to be replenished when it ran out.
Nor does he have any of the light-related traits that other paladins have.
Therefore, he didn’t have the kind of “resistance” of a Level 5 powerhouse.
In other words, he was not captured by the holy light.
He was a “free man”.
Therefore, he meets the requirements for joining the Seyon Poetry Society.
From Eternal Dawn’s point of view, this is certainly a failure.
After all, with the end of Bey’s promotion ceremony, the light simply shattered.
When Teacher Xia had scolded the Shadow Will back nothing happened, this time the holy light was directly messed with and shattered but it was okay.
But this also happened to be cheap for Heine.
This kind of holy light with a purity so high that it was visible to the naked eye was simply the purification material that Quirkus Seedling needed the most.
The holy light that wasn’t one of their own couldn’t afford to be used.
Rather, it was more cost-effective to pick it up for nothing.
Soon, under the traction of the two fifth level paladins, almost all of the broken holy light crystals were used for this one seedling, and it quickly turned from black to dark gray.
“How does it feel, do you feel different from the other fifth level paladins of Eternal Dawn?” Heine asked.
Bedwell nodded hesitantly.
“I don’t seem to be as …… hateful to the undead anymore, and now when I feel the death aura spreading, I won’t be the first to get angry, but will think.
“I’m not sure that’s what I want, but I like the clarity and rationality.”
Heine nodded thoughtfully.
It looked like the hatred for necromancers within Eternal Dawn was fervent and extreme.
“So are you still planning on going back?” He asked.
Bev shook her head.
“Not for a while, I still have things to investigate and you haven’t told me everything that happened here.”
He took out the small book that recorded the various “tasks” and burned it with a golden flame.
As if saying goodbye to his past self, he gazed at the flames.
“I no longer wish to live in the tasks given by others, I want to find my own direction.”
Can ah, enlightened belongs to yes.
Heine patted him on the shoulder, “I’ll arrange a meeting between you and Dylan Gittler as soon as possible.”
“Thank you, Mr. Heine. I understand your intention now.”
What intentions do I have?
Heine was confused for a moment, but seeing Bey’s clear gaze, he couldn’t say anything.
If you understand, then you understand.
“But before that, can I follow Elder Goat Catcher and practice for a while?” He asked.
“Uh……”
Heine looked at Catching Goat, then tried her best to press the corners of her mouth.
The moment the epithet Bev left his mouth, the three loads immediately dropped the topic they were still discussing and scrambled to clip their throats.
Teacher Xia: “Catch~Sheep~Senior~, how many skill ducks have you gained by rising to level five?”
Mr. Sa: “Catch~Sheep~Senior~, what have you been telling Holy Light’s Will about ducks?”
Wei Temple Iris: “Catch~Sheep~Seniors~…… ouch I go, too disgusting, I can’t say it all.”
Catch the sheep: “Well well well, disgusting buddy is it, you do not regret.”
God knows Heine held back a capture hard.
…
Heine sighed and eased his expression.
“He has a lot of missing memories, like goods buried deep at the bottom of a lake. If you can salvage these relics for him, it will do you both good.”
Xiao Bei suddenly realized, “No wonder the last Holy Light Asylum was in that situation …… I understand, leave this matter to me, I will do my best to help Elder Goat Catcher.”
“Then I am relieved.”
Listening to them shouting “senbai”, Heine really couldn’t tense up.
He told the two to talk amongst themselves, while he rubbed his face and walked towards Ashitsuki, who was off to the side.
“Thank you for letting out that bow, is there anything I can do to make it up?”
Graymoon, however, shook his head, “There’s nothing to thank you for, I’ve only just figured out that it was just you saving me.”
Heine was noncommittal.
It wasn’t much of a rescue, using a weapon with the power of blight was often damaging to oneself.
The reason Ashitsuki didn’t have it was because she subconsciously used her dead energy instead.
She was a natural necromancer, and harnessed death aura like a tree herder harnessed life force.
The gray hair and eyebrows were the best evidence of this.
“So what exactly happened to Quirkus?” She asked.
Heine held out her hand, a light gray leaf lying still in it.
Graymoon asked, “What is this?”
“It is a reply and an invitation.
“Quirkus left its essence to me, partly in the hope that I could purify it, and partly by handing over the ‘management’ of the Blight Trace to me.
“After so many years have passed, its roots are spread over every inch of the Blighted Trace.
“Even though it was all ripped out in this battle, the invisible veins have penetrated deep into the soil, as well as remaining in the air, under the links of those three Yuan Spirit spell formations, and have become a kind of permanent channel.
“I want to set up an outpost here, to cover each other with the Court of Emerald Leaves, to be the eyes of the Lord Viscount watching over the east.
“As for this leaf, it is second only to my administrative authority.
“Also inside is a portion of Quilcus’ memories that will give you a true understanding of what has happened over the years, rather than my side of the story.
“Will you accept it?”
Ashitsuki stared at the leaf in a daze, for a moment with mixed emotions.
Seeing her hesitation, Heine continued, “The death aura on this will eventually be purified, and even if it isn’t, it won’t have any effect on you.”
“No, I’m not worrying about that.”
Ashitsuki whispered:
“Can becoming what you call a psychic …… really solve the blight?”
“I think it can.”
“Good.”
Ashitsuki took the leaf.
It melted almost instantly.
The elf in front of her was even more fit to receive the legacy of Quirkus than Heine had thought.
Maybe it was because of the elf status, maybe it was because of this special talent.
Gray Moon began to digest the memories.
Catch Sheep, on the other hand, was molested by his brothers while talking to Bev.
The men on the airship were carrying the loot on the ground – the black armor and even the meat left behind by Nanmen, as well as some of the remains of Quirkus, were all unavailable materials, though what to do with them was unknown for the time being.
Heine beckoned to Carl Ilan, who was standing on the deck in half-expectation, and signaled him to come down.
The guy had been the pilot of the private airship in addition to teaching Heine Runes.
Just now, he stayed in the cockpit because he was afraid of death and didn’t dare to move, and only now that he saw that it was safe did he drill out.
After approaching Quirkus, this withered middle-aged mage who had not aged before he did obviously felt something as well.
He rubbed his hands together excitedly.
“My lord, the magic web! This is definitely a large node of the Magic Web!”
Large node?
Hearing this word, Heine’s heart stirred.
“Hold your horses, let’s talk inside.”
The two hoofed it to the heart chamber.
The wandering souls here had all been caught and overtaken by the sheep, and a burnt odor lingered in the air.
Coming to the polished wall, Heine summoned her staff and flicked it on the wall.
A dark, twisted vortex appeared.
Just by looking at it, one could feel the pain and suffering in it, as if it was devouring one’s will.
“What …… is this?” Carl asked.
“This is the entrance to the Magic Web.”
Heine said:
“Or maybe, it’s the garbage drain.”
(End of chapter)