Chapter 592 - 507: Records and Battle Results
Chapter 592: Chapter 507: Records and Battle Results
Inside the healing room, the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Viola stared intently at Jeming with her silver-gray eyes wide open.
The expression on her face quickly shifted from astonishment to a sharp glow mixed with scrutiny, appraisal, and sudden realization.
She didn’t ask, "Are you sure?" or "Do you have evidence?", nor did she show a hint of hesitant doubt.
"Ha!" She laughed sharply, her pitch rising with unusual excitement, "My junior is so amazing!"
She didn’t need Jeming to provide any proof of the kill—for example, the Saint’s identity badge, the remains of exclusive witchcraft artifacts, or fragments of soul marks.
Given her understanding of this junior who always brings "surprises", she knew he didn’t need to lie about such things.
"Stay put!" Viola suddenly turned around and swept out of the healing room like a storm, leaving a sentence echoing in the air, "...This has to be known to the old man!"
Jeming opened his mouth but didn’t have time to say anything as the silver construct nurse resumed its interrupted scan, calmly reporting, "No abnormal fluctuations in vital signs, no significant lie stress response detected. Comprehensive assessment indicates high credibility of the subject’s statement."
"Thanks, but just help me check my physical condition; no need for lie detection." With a dark line on his face, Jeming lay back down.
Not long after, footsteps came faster than expected.
The first to return was Professor Clark, whose expression remained indifferent, but his pace was slightly faster than usual.
And the person walking in behind him made Jeming’s heart tighten.
It was a middle-aged man in a deep blue starry magic robe, with a refined appearance but eyes as deep as the endless night sky.
Just standing there, his presence naturally exuded a subtle but commanding authority, perfectly mingling with the environment.
Seventh Level Wizard—Dionysius Spencer.
Clark’s senior, a true high-level decision-maker in the Nolun Workshop, and currently an important leader in the frontline camp.
Jeming wanted to stand up straight and salute, but Dionysius casually waved his hand, and a gentle yet irresistible force made him relax again.
"Lie down; you’re now an injured warrior and a hero." His voice was calm but had an innate persuasive power, "Clark has spread the word; you claimed to have killed the ’Saint’ of the Chaos Secret Sect in a heavily injured state?"
His gaze rested on Jeming, devoid of pressure yet seemingly able to penetrate the barriers of flesh and soul, seeing the essence of truth.
Hearing this, Jeming first looked gratefully at his mentor.
It was evident from his words that Dionysius Spencer rushed over because Professor Clark vouched for him.
Though Jeming indeed had not lied to him, the fact that Clark vouched for him without verifying was a significant trust he appreciated deeply.
Jeming nodded, "Yes, Lord Spencer. Although the situation was chaotic and I was in poor condition, it’s generally confirmable."
"Describe the process, especially your encounter before you got injured." Dionysius spoke concisely, "Focus on the enemy wizards you encountered, especially... those possibly related to your severe injuries."
Professor Clark quietly stood aside, his gaze under the gray robe like a precise probing instrument.
Viola, meanwhile, had found a chair from somewhere, sat with her chin resting on the backrest, her silver gray eyes unblinkingly fixed on Jeming, her face written with "quick, tell, tell."
Clearly, after knowing Jeming took down the Saint, the trio’s focus shifted significantly from the act itself.
It was apparent to the wizards present that if Jeming could take down the enemy Saint while severely injured, those responsible for injuring him were certainly not ordinary foes!
Jeming took a deep breath, focusing his mind, beginning to recall and narrate:
"I was discovered while executing a deep reconnaissance mission, approaching a suspected major enemy dispatch node. Three Sixth Level Wizards chased me, coordinating seamlessly. Two seemed to be from the Chaos Secret Sect; one appeared as an old woman, but I escaped too quickly to observe her methods, so her specific abilities remain unknown."
"The other one..." Jeming carefully recalling the situation, described in more detail, "was clad in heavy dark-purple metal armor, with flowing black spells engraved on his skin surface. Beside him, an extremely abnormal shadow hound, like it was woven from shadows—it’s incredibly swift, seemingly the one leading the tracking."
Upon hearing this, Dionysius Spencer and Professor Clark’s eyes brightened at the same moment.
"Woven from shadows into a hound... it’s a shadow hound... and fond of wearing heavy armor, with black spells inscribed on the skin..." Dionysius’s gaze slightly concentrated.
Clark supplemented in his usual flat tone, "It’s the ’Shadow Curse’ Caaron. Skilled at curse enhancement and shadow manipulation, and the shadow hound is his trademark. Given enough information, its tracking capability is extraordinarily exaggerated, even capable of piercing spatial concealment to some extent."
Dionysius nodded, "If it’s Caaron, the old woman initially dealt with by your little self is likely his fixed partner ’Collector’ Alice. Specializes in information gathering, battlefield concealment, and intelligence analysis."
"With one collecting information and disrupting, one tracking and capturing, their joint curse techniques augmented by Alice’s information significantly increases effectiveness. They have collaborated for years, making them extremely difficult to deal with. Common Sixth Level Wizards targeted by them have less than thirty percent chance of escape."