277: Chapter 275: The Rise and Fall of Tides_1 277: Chapter 275: The Rise and Fall of Tides_1 In the study, Calvin was on alert and raised his head to look around, only to see dead insects falling outside the window.
He got up to examine the dead bugs but couldn’t figure out what was wrong, frowning in confusion.
Afterward, Calvin went out, heading straight to the County Governnt Office to investigate.
Owen Bertram hid in the shadows, watching Calvin closely, still unable to tell if the man was a cultivator or not.
The kind of power that killed the flying puppet insects appeared out of thin air with no apparent source.
It was definitely not the protection force within the County Governnt Office itself.
The most likely source was Calvin.
But Owen Bertram was already in the Fourth Great Realm.
If Calvin were truly a cultivator, there was no reason he couldn’t tell — unless Calvin’s realm far surpassed Owen Bertram’s.
“Unlikely, right?” Owen Bertram muttered in secret.
He stood there, and Calvin had inspected for a long while without discovering him.
If Calvin’s power greatly exceeded his own, this would not have been the result.
Calvin circled around the County Governnt Office a few tis, but returned with a doubtful expression after finding nothing.
Owen Bertram looked at the sky and decided not to return, waiting outside the County Governnt Office.
It wasn’t long before night fell, the County Governnt Office quieted down, and distant dog barking could be heard on the streets of the County Town.
After a while, he saw the back door of the County Governnt Office open, Calvin erging stealthily in a neatly dressed dark outfit.
Owen Bertram silently followed close behind.
Calvin quickly found a narrow path inside the City, heading directly for a gap in the city wall.
Owen Bertram trailed behind, secretly shaking his head: No matter how he looked at him, Calvin didn’t seem like a powerful cultivator, showing no awareness of being tracked.
As soon as he took this path, his goal was clear, going straight to the gap and crawling through it.
Owen Bertram effortlessly followed him out of the city, and Calvin quickly headed towards the Mountain God Temple with a clear goal.
At this point, Calvin finally displayed so abilities different from ordinary people, his speed surprisingly fast.
Little did he know, his speed was already equivalent to that of soone in the Second Level!
It took only a quarter of an hour to cover the distance of over ten miles.
Calvin then dived headlong into the Mountain God Temple without even looking back to see if anyone was following him.
This tracking process went so smoothly that the magpie Owen Bertram had arranged high in the night sky was practically left idle.
Owen Bertram quietly followed Calvin inside.
Calvin had a clear goal, coming straight to the main hall.
The hall was broken and dilapidated, with half of the statue of the Mountain God shattered, its gold dust scraped clean, revealing the clay inside and so straw.
Calvin knelt down and prayed silently.
In just a short ti, a faint red spiritual light rose from beneath the statue, causing the shadows in the hall to shift, as if a giant hand was covering Calvin with a cloak of mystery, concealing his presence from the world.
No wonder Nathan Lane said he mysteriously disappeared as soon as he entered the Mountain God Temple.
Yet this thod of concealnt couldn’t deceive Owen Bertram; in the end, it was because Nathan Lane’s realm was too low.
However, this technique wasn’t a divine skill or array, it seed more like an innate divine power.
And that faint red spiritual light was familiar to Owen Bertram, prompting him to instruct the Divine Heavenly Soldier guarding the Summit Cave to investigate right away.
After waking up, Owen Bertram had sent the Divine Heavenly Soldier back to the lava lake, since lava was very valuable and one of the key locations related to the entire incident.
In the main hall of the Mountain God Temple, faint red light continued to erge, enveloping Calvin, perating his pores.
His eyes appeared clear, but his body’s aura grew increasingly powerful.
Owen Bertram was puzzled: What kind of cultivation thod is this?
Quickly, the Divine Heavenly Soldier reached the lava lake, and just as Owen Bertram had guessed, the lava lake was receding!
But unlike when Little Loach was there, the receding tide lasted a long ti; as long as red light kept coming out on this side, the lava lake remained in a state of recession.
About a shichen (2 hours) later, Calvin seed to have reached his limit, but he didn’t stop, gritting his teeth and persevering.
Next, Owen Bertram saw the muscles and blood vessels on Calvin’s body bulging, stretching his clothes.
Pain appeared in Calvin’s eyes.
As the aura on him grew stronger and stronger, Owen Bertram lightly slapped his forehead, realizing: So that’s it.
He didn’t intervene with Calvin, as doing so could scare Calvin into a demonic frenzy.
He turned and left the Mountain God Temple, heading straight for the County Governnt Office and Calvin’s study to search through it.
Surprisingly, there was actually a half-written official docunt.
It was Calvin’s report to the Imperial Court, asking them to investigate the “River God” and request the construction of a River God Temple, as so people in his jurisdiction believed in the River God.
If the Imperial Court’s investigation finds no issues, he requests that the River God be granted a title and a temple built to worship it in Casterly County!
“This is really…” Owen Bertram couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the sa ti, “Dealing with official matters impartially and not engaging in favoritism.”
Considering the result of following Calvin tonight, Owen Bertram guessed that Calvin obviously didn’t want to demolish the Mountain God Temple.
Otherwise, his source of power might disappear.
But, the County Magistrate insisted on sticking to his principles, preferring to harm his own interests and report everything in his jurisdiction truthfully.
He was worried that if the Imperial Court really approved of the Temple’s demolition, he would have to hurry up and absorb more of the faint red spiritual light before then.
“Fool.” Owen Bertram gave a not entirely derogatory evaluation.
Owen Bertram then decided to take a risk, returning everything in the study to normal and waiting quietly in the room.
Soon after, he received news from the Divine Heavenly Soldier: The tide had risen.
Owen Bertram smiled slightly, knowing that Calvin should be returning.
As expected, about half a shichen later, there were faint movents from outside, and Calvin was back.
However, much to Owen Bertram’s embarrassnt, Calvin went straight to sleep after returning and didn’t co to the study at all!
“This…” Owen Bertram scratched his head, going to the study to wait for Calvin, thinking that he could catch him off guard and take the initiative in their conversation once Calvin returned.
But aren’t you supposed to be a diligent and caring official?
Why aren’t you working late in your study at night, instead going straight to rest?
This is not in line with your image as a loving and devoted official.
Owen Bertram had no choice but to get up and go find Calvin, though it felt less impressive than waiting for him in the dark study.
Owen Bertram’s mood soured as a result, and he knocked on the window from outside, speaking ominously, “Calvin, your cri has been exposed!”
Calvin, who had just lain down, jumped up in bed, his face pale.
He composed himself and asked the person outside, “Is it soone from the Horizon Bureau?”
Owen Bertram crossed his arms and coldly huffed, “Lord of the Horizon Bureau, Owen Bertram!”
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