184: Chapter 184: Their Respective Goals 184: Chapter 184: Their Respective Goals In the end, the majority of the lunch was vengefully devoured by the girl.
Anvis rely maintained a gentlemanly deanor, having a little bit of the al with the girl, and incidentally finishing off the lunch she had originally prepared for himself.
“Um…
thank you for the lunch, Anvis…”
It wasn’t until lunch ended that the Half-Elf girl realized this, her ears turning a bit rosy as she quietly expressed her gratitude, prompting Anvis to think of reaching out to touch them.
“Please don’t concern yourself with it, it was just a lunch, nothing much-”
Upon hearing Claire’s words, Anvis smiled and casually waved his hand.
“Besides, Senior Claire, didn’t you also show those two cryptic stone tablets, as well as the decryption notes corresponding to the ancient script on them?”
As he spoke, Anvis subtly shifted the topic.
“For that, I should be the one thanking you.
Given our current ti and location, the value of that information to is far beyond re comparison with a lunch al.”
“It’s nothing, Anvis.”
At that, the Half-Elf girl shook her head and smiled lightly.
Her golden locks swayed slightly in the sun, reflecting a pure gold sheen.
She raised her fair left hand, gesturing faintly to Anvis.
“We are companions, aren’t we?”
Between her swaying, slender fingers, Anvis saw the familiar, silver ring set with a sapphire.
“Yes, Claire, we are companions.”
Gazing into the deep azure of the girl’s eyes, where pure and bright hues resided, the light golden-haired noble young man couldn’t help but smile as well.
……
“Well then, I’m off, Anvis—”
Claire, carrying the unnad slender Magic Sword, earnestly bade Anvis farewell.
She had spent slightly too long with Anvis and needed to make her way quickly to the vast castle atop the mountain peaks, then leave the mountain range before sundown.
“Alright, Senior Claire, may the gods bless your journey.”
Anvis nodded and watched the girl’s figure fade into the distance.
May the gods bless every step you take as well…
Well, better not trouble the gods any further.
Looking towards the mountain peaks, there lay the vast and solitary castle.
Originally, Anvis had also planned to explore there today.
But now, he had a change of heart and decided to wait a while longer before going.
Though logically speaking, accompanying Claire would likely yield significant destiny feedback afterward.
However, upon learning about the stone tablet information, Anvis decided to find that Sealing as soon as possible to avoid complicated dreams at night, and then join the girl in reaping fate’s rewards.
Of course, this had a little bit to do with his reluctance to explore the castle—a clearly high-risk area—with Claire.
Staring at the girl’s shrinking silhouette, Anvis gave a quick scan of the seemingly unproblematic surroundings.
For so reason, the crisp and lodious bird songs that were just echoing in the woodlands had suddenly fallen silent.
Anvis sighed lightly.
Alright, it seems he has so minor issues to resolve now.
It turns out that the ti required for Claire’s Law to take effect is actually a random variable.
Although Anvis only sat with the girl for a short while, it appeared that so trouble had already found its way to him…
This ti it was stronger Fifth Rank Secret Sect Practitioners.
There were three of them—
“My apologies for the trouble, Mr.
Jom.”
With a casual tap on the stone table, turning it back into a small pile of gray-white gravel, Anvis slowly turned and left, indifferent to the raging magic fluctuations behind him that billowed the brown hem of his Traveler’s Cloak.
He had already dispelled his disguise, and since they were not within a town, Jom could unleash his Eighth Rank powers without concern of being detected by others.
…
Suddenly, Jom caught up from behind, with three robed figures, immobilized by a force field, floating behind him.
Although their abilities had risen to the Fifth Rank, like the previous two Alien God believers, these three were also extrely poor.
Apart from their robes, the only things they carried were dark silver necklaces engraved with an odd pentagram and no space items whatsoever.
The results of the Soul Search were the sa: there was no rational information to be examined, nothing but a strange fervor.
During the Soul Search, Anvis noticed that the spiritual frequency of these three was shockingly similar.
Spiritual frequency is unique and distinct for each Professional, similar to fingerprints.
For these Alien God believers to have a similarity percentage exceeding ninety percent…
Not even twins born of the sa mother would have such similar spiritual frequencies.
This could only an one thing.
Their spirits had been largely assimilated by so entity.
After so thought, Anvis attempted to activate the Ancient Secret Scripture beside the three Alien God believers, to see if anything would change.
The result was disappointing; the thick, moss-green book did not respond to the presence of the three Fifth Rank Alien God believers, just as usual.
…
Afterwards, Jom used extrely cold magic to reduce the three bodies to dust.
Though the corpses of Fifth Rank Professionals would have so value, they were aningless to Anvis.
The only gain was another unit added to the total count of fate feedback.
As the sun was about to set, Jom and Anvis returned to Lavales.
The port city felt sowhat desolate in the evening; the sunset cast a strange reddish-purple hue on the town’s gray-white granite buildings, with significantly fewer pedestrians on the roads.
The fruit vendors and street perforrs who had populated the streets during the day had all packed up, and the guard patrols were conducting their last or penultimate rounds of the day.
Lavales has an odd custom; for so reason, local residents never walk the streets at night, and even the guards do not patrol after dark.
Seizing the last monts before complete nightfall, Anvis and Jom hastened to the residence of the old Explorer, Baggsen.
“It’s very late, who is it…?”
The door swung open, revealing the sowhat impatient face of the old explorer.
Seeing the figures of Anvis and Jom outside, the impatience in the old explorer’s blue-grey eyes suddenly disappeared.
He glanced to the left and right and quickly ushered the two n inside.
“Though it’s quite late, I think there’s just enough ti before nightfall to conduct business.”
“So, strangers, what do you need?”
Anvis smiled and handed him the parchnt scroll imprinted with the full layout of the ruins.
“I would like to inquire about the exact geographic location of this ruin on the island.”
Hearing this, Baggsen casually took the map of the ruins, glanced at it.
But as he looked, the old Explorer’s expression gradually grew serious.
He put down the scroll and looked at Anvis with a complex gaze.
“Yes, stranger, I am familiar with this place.”
“So, your target is the Moon Calling Secret Sect, isn’t it?”
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