Chapter 510: Chapter 508: Old Friend from Younger Days
“Yes.”
Ivan noticed as well, indeed it was an old acquaintance.
He hadn’t expected to encounter the other party here.
“The Level 2 Sorcerer from Black Prison, it seems they have so business with you.”
Hotter identified the other’s identity from their attire and didn’t take any extra actions, letting that figure approach steadily.
Soon, a figure appeared at the side of the Lanque.
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“Lord Marichadon, Black Prison’s Carl Lidia requests an audience.”
“Sorcerer Carl, co aboard.”
As Ivan spoke, a portal opened in the airship’s protective layer. Carl, seeing this, hurriedly flapped wings made of condensed wind particles to speed through the portal and landed heavily on the deck.
Upon seeing the two on deck, Carl did not dare delay and quickly ca forward to greet them.
“When did you join Black Prison?”
“It was after you introduced us to the people of Black Prison. Since I’ve been dealing with them regularly and am quite familiar with them, I took the opportunity to join. I have to thank you for that introduction.”
After many years, the sense of reuniting with an old friend between them was no longer there.
Ivan could tell from the other’s formality and distance that the friendship once forged at the Mongna Ant Land Cottage was now completely gone.
Besides that, he also sensed a mixed aura about Carl, so prominent it couldn’t be concealed.
Another sorcerer who had undergone extensive Bloodline Alteration. On the surface, he seed normal, but deep down, he had undergone fundantal changes, most likely including his left leg.
Ivan imperceptibly furrowed his brow; he hadn’t expected Carl would follow the sa path as Monde Watkin.
Hotter, standing nearby, also looked particularly displeased.
What kind of organization was Black Prison?
Known as the ‘Abnormal Wizard Monitoring Investigation Institute,’ a prominent and powerful monitoring structure aid at the wizard community itself, and yet it was so eager for quick success and imdiate benefits within.
The matter of Bloodline Alteration grew clearer, obviously tied to a significant calamity.
Such actions by Black Prison were truly hard to trust; it might no longer be able to bear the heavy responsibilities.
“Lord, I have co unbidden to ask for so information,” Carl said, unaware of their thoughts and quickly stated his request.
“Monde Watkin?” Ivan of course knew what he wanted to ask.
“Yes, the vendetta for the annihilation of my clan must not go unanswered, but I have no idea where that criminal has hidden. I haven’t found any reliable information about him, which is truly maddening!”
As he ntioned the archenemy responsible for destroying the Lidia family, Carl’s face, now devoid of its forr delicacy, suddenly took on an ugly ferocity.
“It’s normal that you can’t find him; he has already beco a Level 3 Sorcerer. His activities are mainly within the Botta Blood Plain, and his whereabouts are secretive, often unknown to outsiders.”
“Do you know where he is? Please, you must tell .”
Hearing Ivan’s response, Carl’s eyes widened eagerly, not caring if it seed rude; his breathing grew heavy as he pressed for an answer.
“Carl, you will not be able to avenge your great enemy.”
“No, regardless of whether that person is a Level 3 Sorcerer, involving so many deaths, even if I have to give up my life, such a blood feud I must—”
“Monde Watkin has already been executed.”
With these decisive words, Carl beca agitated, but then, as Ivan’s next sentence ca, he stood dumbfounded, frozen in place as if turned to stone.
Monde Watkin, that villain, was dead?
The family blood feud had been avenged?
What had he always thought, always pursued, and always ntioned? What was it exactly?
For a mont, Carl’s heart was like turbulent seas, unable to calm for a long ti as his aura grew increasingly chaotic.
“Sorcerer Carl, the airship is about to leave the city.”
Seeing his restless aura, unable to contain himself, Ivan let out a shout and woke him from his confusion.
“Lord Ivan, may I presumptuously ask one more question, was it you who personally slew the culprit?” Carl took a deep breath and asked with a hesitant expression.
“He was tempted by so bounty and brought a group to attack ; I dealt with him and his accomplices.”
Ivan spoke unhurriedly.
People from the Green Bud Society, like Monde, ran headlong into him and the swamp ants’ hands, and they did so in a place like the Great Sky River, where space energy is highly dense; they were indeed asking for trouble and courting death.
In the end, they also beca fertilizer for the hunting space, their bones gone without a trace.
He spoke lightly.
To Carl’s ears, however, the effect was completely different. He believed that Lord Ivan must have spent a great deal of effort, perhaps even facing grave danger, to kill the culprits, such as Monde, in one fell swoop.
“Thank you! I am extrely grateful! Thank you, Elder, for taking revenge for the Lidia, Steele, and Watkin families, for avenging the great disgrace of the past. Carl can only represent the three families and kowtow in gratitude to you.”
Carl suddenly knelt to the ground and kowtowed several tis towards him, causing a thudding sound on the deck.
Ivan didn’t even have ti to stop him.
“There is no need for this; it was rely sothing I did along the way.”
“Whatever it was, you have avenged the death of our families. We have no way to repay such a deed. Please do not take offense.”
Carl was a man who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentnt. Soone who had avenged a great wrong for him was his benefactor. He kowtowed several more tis and then slowly stood up.
“Now that you’ve paid your respects, go back and focus on cultivating and living well. I am certain that in the future the Lidia family will not be lacking,” Ivan said, seeing that it was too late to stop Carl.
“Then I’ll take my leave first.” Carl, hearing the hint to take his leave, bowed once again, and then turned to jog outside the airship.
By now, the Lanque had neared the fortress on the other side of ngze City.
Carl alighted from the airship, landing not far from the city wall, and with complex emotions watched the airship fly over the wall, disappearing in an instant.
“Ivan, goodbye.”
“Heidi, oh Heidi, I made the wrong choice back then, I did wrong. The elder did not neglect Mongna Ant Land Cottage; it was just that the various actions of our Lidia family made it difficult for him to feel kindly disposed toward us.
If you were to replace the elder with soone else, without even needing the culprit to act, the elder might have turned around and struck a deadly blow to our three families in return for the trouble of the past.
This elder Ivan, in his conduct, has already shown extre kindness and righteousness.”
At the foot of the city wall, Carl suddenly rembered his own apprentice years and all the little things that had happened in Mongna Ant Land Cottage.
He thought of his sister Heidi and the ti he had almost crippled himself to pass the examination at Black Prison, as well as his sister’s selfless sacrifices, which led to her becoming soone else’s vassal. His emotions grew more complex.
“I must tell Heidi the good news; she will surely be very pleased.”
“—Perhaps, in any case, Elder Ivan is our family’s benefactor. We can’t harbor any more resentnt towards him. From now on, I will wholeheartedly follow my sister’s words and revitalize the Lidia family, letting the na of Lidia take root and flourish again.”
Carl slapped his forehead, rembering that he had yet to send a ssage to his sister. He hurriedly began to transmit the ssage.
Then, he recalled so unpleasant matters. He paused in his actions, changed so of the wording in the ssage, checked that there were no errors, and then sent the ssage.
Within a short ti, the ssage traveled thousands of miles away to Red Pine City in the north.
Inside a grand manor in the city, a young aristocratic lady with a beautiful appearance received the ssage. Like Carl, she was similarly in a daze for a long ti with a contemplative expression.
Her thoughts also flowed end to end, finally turning into a heavy sigh.
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