Chapter 449: Chapter 449: Silver Manuscript Chapter 449: Chapter 449: Silver Manuscript With a shift of his mind, he vanished on the spot and reappeared at the shore, with a lush green island behind him.
The island was vast, with high mountains, trees, and Roger even found traces of human activity, he turned around, and on the other side there was the endless azure sea.
Taking a deep breath, the air was filled with the moist scent of the sea.
Yet this scent was all too familiar to Roger, evoking mories of his life in Baytown.
It seed that most of the stories in the manuscript were likely related to the sea.
Without stripping, Roger dove into the ocean.
The chilly sea water enveloped him, and the swimming ability granted by the Hunter’s Cabin activated, with powerful strength, nimble control, and an affinity like that of a fish.
He was truly like a fish in water.
Roger dived deep down to the abyss.
It was then he saw a point of white light appear, and as he got closer and turned a corner, he found it was a giant pearl inside a huge scallop.
The pearl shimred with white light, and Roger drew near slowly, surprised to find that reflected in the massive pearl was not his image.
Instead, it was a blonde beauty.
Plop plop plop!
Suddenly, countless bubbles erupted around him, the dense bubbles obscuring Roger’s vision, and then, a gracefully-figured rmaid appeared amid the foam.
“A romantic encounter?” Roger was taken aback for a mont.
This was a bit too sudden.
Sure enough, the next second the bubbles burst suddenly, a large hand pierced through the body of the rmaid from behind, and the rmaid in front of him vanished like an illusion.
A tall man, covered in fish scales and wielding a trident, appeared before Roger.
Without a word, he raised the weapon in his hand and stabbed forward.
Roger wanted to draw the Sword of the Sun imdiately, but then he noticed the flicker in the man’s eyes.
Clearly, this was a sentient being.
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Roger had no desire for a aningless battle. After a brief standoff with the strange light flickering in his eyes and the man holding the trident, the man’s raised right hand fell listlessly.
Roger turned and swam upward, with the man following him in silence.
“Plop!”
Roger leapt from the water, landed on the edge of the island, and the man, once he left the water and landed on the shore, let out a painful scream.
With both hands scratching fiercely, he tore off the scales on his body, and within a few breaths, he had transford into a handso, bare-skinned man.
And his weapon had turned into a musical instrunt.
Oh… a vertical flute.
“Don’t, don’t kill !”
The man’s eyes cleared, and he shouted loudly.
“You were the one who initiated the attack just now.”
The man curled up, with bits of blood on him—one could only wonder what scene would be concocted in the minds of ordinary passersby if they witnessed this.
“I was just angry!”
“That detestable man stole my Venus, he stole my beloved!” the man said bitterly.
“That hypocritical, despicable, shaless…”
He cursed loudly.
“Who are you talking about?” Roger asked, puzzled.
The man waved his hand, and a familiar face condensed out of the mist in mid-air.
The legendary Radiant Knight, Gawain.
A lodramatic love story?
Roger had no interest in this. He just wanted to determine whether Gawain was the one who took the most important treasure for the Silver Manuscript.
Just then, the man across from him suddenly asked tentatively, “Excuse , are you Mr. Mist?”
“Mist?”
Roger stared intently at the man before him.
“Please don’t misunderstand, I do not know who you are, it was that villain who told , he said if soone unfamiliar cos to the bottom of the sea…”
As he spoke, he took out a shell the size of a fingernail.
Wait a minute!
Roger looked at the man before him with suspicion, wondering where this naked fellow had gotten the shell from.
“Sir.”
“He said that once you saw this, you would understand what’s going on.”
He held the shell up to the sunlight, and the rays of the sun converged on it, casting lines of text on the ground.
“Dear Mr. Mist, please forgive my caution, in the face of such a powerful individual as yourself, one as insignificant as I must be extrely vigilant.”
“I do not intend to deceive, when you read this letter you can find using a special thod, trust , I will give up the treasure you are entitled to without reservation.”
“And provide the corresponding compensation.”
“As for this poor fellow before you, please spare his life…”
This guy is really cautious.
Having read the letter left by the Paladin, Roger looked up at the naked man before him and couldn’t help but sigh.
“Poor guy, were you deceived out of a wife or a sister?”
“Neither.”
The man shook his head, his face expressionless.
“Could it be your daughter?” Roger asked in surprise.
The man continued shaking his head.
Roger’s eye twitched, wondering if continuing the question would shatter the radiant image of Gawain in his mind.
“Mother, it must be the mother!”
“No, it’s none of those!”
The man suddenly looked up.
“He took away my brother!”
Roger’s face was a ss, processing the information in his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more things seed amiss, Gawain’s deanor and temperant didn’t quite match…
“That man is a devil!”
“He took my brother, and when he ca back, his soul was gone, completely turned into another person!”
Upon hearing this, Roger seed to understand sothing.
Inheritance Ceremony.
He had actually chosen a creature from the Silver Manuscript as part of the Inheritance Ceremony. Lancelot said that Gawain had broken free from the Privy Council’s control; it was unclear how he had managed it.
The man took another shell from his hair and, under the sunlight, an image appeared on the ground showing the ritual required to contact Gawain.
As expected, this ritual was eerily similar to the one Roger had participated in at the Foreign Spirit Assembly.
He hesitated for a mont, but still recorded it.
Maybe he could contact Gawain to understand the true events of that day, after all, the so-called truth from Lancelot might have been tampered with.
Knowing more would also help Roger gauge Green’s attitude towards him.
If there was indeed danger, then he would have to flee ahead of ti.
The situation was still unclear, and leaving rashly would be the sa as exposing himself. Unless necessary, Roger had no wish to face a top-down purge from the Privy Council.
With the most precious part of the manuscript already taken by Gawain, Roger had no further interest in examining it. He kicked the naked fellow back into the sea and left the Fairy Tale World, returning to Hunter’s Cabin.
Hunter’s Cabin gave a precise evaluation of the ritual provided by Gawain, and after confirming there was no danger, he set off to enter the Misty World, taking out the materials to try and contact Gawain.
In a sense, the two of them were not enemies at the mont, and Roger, holding the advantage, naturally had no psychological burden.
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