Chapter 2211: Poet and Knight (1w1)_5
Chapter 2211: Poet and Knight (1w1)_5
Silver-white tentacles climbed onto the back of each adventurer’s head, injecting something. The ballad poet’s azure eyes shimmered with light. At this moment, everyone in the Adventure Group instinctively sensed a gaze. They inherently knew that their thoughts, vision, and even life were now in the hands of the frail ballad poet before them.
The Tiger-man Psychokineticist instinctively roared. As a Spirit Energy User, he couldn’t accept the feeling of having his soul manipulated by someone else, trying to resist instinctively. But the old knight standing behind Ian swung a sword sheath, knocking him unconscious again—truth be told, surviving three sword hits from the old knight was a rare achievement across the entire Terra Continent.
"Don’t be too impatient."
After finishing all this, Ian withdrew his hand, exhaling wearily before leisurely saying, "I’ve given you not only oversight but also benefits... Feel it, has your thinking already been unified?"
"Besides, you now possess certain cognitive vision, mental capabilities, and computational abilities, with your memory significantly enhanced—this is the most authentic Attached Brain prototype, and even those from the pre-era civilization, not many had this level of Attached Brain."
"This..."
To be honest, although being forced to accept enhancement was hard to swallow, the Elven Mechanic quickly realized, despite his brain seemingly linked to something strange, that just as Ian said, his cognitive ability had greatly transformed. Problems in engineering that had long troubled him were swiftly resolved within mere seconds. This feeling of having his brain completely upgraded instinctively led him to say deferentially, "My lord... Since you have such means, why did you choose us?"
"Because I have no power."
Ian lazily replied, "Moreover, you aren’t ordinary. I have faith in your ’future’... Believe in yourselves. Among the six of you, at least four are destined to be historically renowned, assembling a team like yours wasn’t easy."
Upon hearing Ian say ’no power’ again, the elder behind him, resembling a tower of iron, slightly shook. The sharpest Golden Folk wanderer perceived a hint of imperceptible guilt.
After being untied, the Adventure Group departed.
They will follow Ian’s demand, in the winter, to reach directly to the core of the Ninasu Abyss from another labyrinth entrance, obtaining core control over fifty-five different ecological zones within, even the mutated Crystal Ghost Insect Mother will obey the core permissions.
Of course, Ian knew that this team filled with hidden elites, set to have two Fourth Energy Level members, an Alchemy Master, and a Royal Court General in the future wouldn’t obediently heed his orders. Instead, they plan to use labyrinth technology to free themselves from his control... Yet they couldn’t possibly realize that what they held was ’Star God Level’ authority.
Sigh, back then when clearing the labyrinth, he had to go to great lengths, pretending to be mystical and masquerading as a big shot to scare people, not realizing using the permissions gained post-clearance for progressing through the storyline now would be so simple.
In all, the core maze permissions deep within the Ushetaraf Mountain Range will be successfully secured this time, and deep in the subterranean labyrinths, the real reason behind the dragon collapse earthquake years ago, which is the protrusion of the ’Thousand-Star Beast’, will be pacified by him, ensuring continental peace can endure for a few more years.
The ballad poet left this place.
The poet’s journey is across the whole of Terra.
Under the cloudless sky of the Zhuxing Plains, the poet rides a Half-Dragon Warhorse, galloping across the lush green waves of grasslands.
In the dark and deep Yenjiang Forest Cluster, the poet hides within the feathery wings of the Flightless Bird, avoiding those cursed vengeful spirits.
Upon the crimson Whale Song Sea, the poet plays ballads, traversing the ancient Sea Demon Worm battlefield on Shasha.
Under the solitary silver moonlight, the poet rides a Gryphon, flying around the City of Knowledge amidst the Thousand Towers, feeling the scream of the wind and sky.
He always makes moves, always gives, always offers guiding phrases. He leads once-failed heroes to growth, providing them guidance beyond dead-ends, bestowing upon them weapons or warnings to break dilemmas.
The poet has no power; the unawakened Ice Fairy merely awakens him frozen in the midnight, and the Star-seeking Kitty Cat Bug brought from the South Sea Great Labyrinth only handles unfinished meals, only his teacher serves as true aid, resolving the hard power issues he can’t.
The poet never stays in one place; upon completing his objectives, he leaves. However, these objectives lack specific purpose. Often, he simply seeks to explore—travel itself seemingly is Ian’s purpose. He enjoys arriving somewhere and indulging in local delicacies, understanding local customs, and listening to local legends.
Going round and round for seven or eight years, the poet and the knight passed through wildernesses, ventured through forests, set foot on volcanoes, and stepped on frost.
Finally, they returned to their starting place.
Southern Sea, at Harrison Port’s shore.
It’s autumn now, and a heavy rain descends.
Endless rain threads fall from heaven, piercing into the azure sea. Beneath the dark gray clouds, numerous raindrops crash onto the water surface, splashing up resembling petals, or crowns of water.