Chapter 412

Chapter 333: Cargo

Prit, north suburb of Tivyán, Green Shade Town.

During the night, tiny raindrops fell from the sky over Green Shade Town, spreading a cold and damp chill throughout the narrow streets. The dim streetlights were devoid of pedestrians, but at number seventeen on the roadside, a light was shining brightly in one of the windows.

In the living room, the flames in the fireplace brought warmth to the entire room, dispelling the chill outside. Next to the fireplace, Dorothy, dressed in comfortable home clothes, put down her newspaper and gazed at a world map hanging on the wall, focusing on the location of the New World, reminiscing about the prayer she had just heard.

“Kapak, that boy, has actually been caught? What’s going on? Could it be that his reputation rose so much in the tribe that other people couldn’t stand it anymore? Or maybe he healed and saved people in the tribe?”

Dorothy murmured to herself. In Kapak’s recent prayer, he claimed to be in danger, bound by ropes and in a perilous situation. Previously, Kapak had expressed concern about Sado and others in the tribe during his written correspondence with Dorothy. Thus, when this incident happened, Dorothy’s first thought was whether Sado had finally made a move.

‘No matter what… I should use the information channel to contact Kapak directly now. Since it’s another long-distance rescue, I’ll use this identity.’

Following this, Dorothy used the information channel to silently convey these words to Kapak in her mind:

“Great Akka, who records all things, I have received an enlightenment about an innocent person in danger. Please help me establish a link between our consciousnesses so I can help him out of his predicament.”

…

New World, somewhere in a dark space, Kapak, with his hands and feet bound and his mouth and eyes sealed, had given up struggling after realizing it was futile. To conserve energy, he leaned against the unseen wall, breathing heavily.

Although he had just prayed to Akka and the Great Soul, Kapak did not expect any divine intervention for his fate. He continued to think about how to save himself, but once he realized he could not escape his bindings, despair set in. At that moment, an unexpected unfamiliar voice echoed in his mind.

‘Akka… This is… Akka’s other believers’ prayer? My prayer to Akka was heard by Akka’s other believers? No… Akka is revealing my plight to His other believers!’

Hearing this voice, Kapak judged in shock. Initially, he never expected any help from Akka, seeing Him as a spirit capable of exchanging knowledge, akin to a deity. However, it turned out Akka had revealed his situation to His other followers, who would come to his aid!

At this moment, Kapak was still in a state of shock when the unfamiliar voice echoed in his mind again.

“Hello, native of the New World, sir. I am a loyal follower of Akka, sent by the Scholar to help you. You may call me… Detective. We are currently linked through Akka’s consciousness. You can communicate with me by silently thinking within your mind.”

The unfamiliar words reverberated in Kapak’s mind. After a moment of astonishment, he finally reacted.

Detective? A follower of Akka? Commissioned by the Scholar? This person is here to save me! He is communicating with me through Akka’s connection. So, Akka has this capability?

Kapak thought in confusion. After a while, he finally organized his thoughts and silently conveyed to the detective in his mind.

“Mr. Detective… Are you also a follower of Akka? You said you came to help me because the Scholar entrusted you?”

“Yes, the Scholar said you and he got along well. He gained a lot of knowledge about the shamans of the New World from you. After receiving Akka’s revelation, he entrusted me to help you. Among the Rosy Cross, my abilities are suitable for this kind of work.”

In Kapak’s mind, the “detective’s” voice resounded again, causing him to pause before numerous thoughts flooded his mind.

‘Rosy Cross? Is this the organization the Scholar belongs to? It seems to be a group dedicated to worshipping Akka, somewhat like an invader’s church.’

Suddenly, Kapak had a new understanding of Akka’s faith on the Main Continent. The Scholar and the Detective were both members of the mysterious organization Rosy Cross, seemingly using code names within the organization. The Scholar had previously communicated with him in writing, while the Detective was now speaking to him mentally. Their commonality was their worship of Akka and their role as colleagues in the Rosy Cross.

‘The Scholar entrusted his colleague, the Detective, to contact me through Akka to save me. How shameful… I haven’t repaid the favor from last time when the Scholar exchanged medical knowledge for me, and now I owe another debt…’

Kapak thought to himself. At this moment, the detective’s voice echoed in his mind again.

“Kapak, please provide a detailed account of your situation, including why you were captured and your current circumstances. I need a thorough understanding before deciding how to help you.”

“Yes, yes, Mr. Detective…”

Next, Kapak relayed through the information channel all the details of his day to Dorothy, sitting by the fire in Green Shade Town number seventeen. After listening, Dorothy instinctively rubbed her chin.

‘Colonizers attacked the Wilderness Spirit of the New World? These guys can control ghosts and manipulate skeleton soldiers armed with firearms and explosives? And they seem to have recruited and subverted a shaman apprentice named Banu? Interesting…

‘Controlling large numbers of ghosts and skeleton soldiers… This is clearly the work of the ‘Silence’ Society. Skeleton soldiers using firearms and explosives are a clear sign of the ‘Silence’ Society from the Main Continent. Why would this group attack the Wilderness Spirits and essences of the New World? From Kapak’s previous statements, the Wilderness Spirits and essences in the New World are products of ‘Silence’s spirituality. If these societies intervene, they might be trying to accumulate spirituality in some way by using these spirits and essences.’

Sitting by the fire, Dorothy quickly grasped Kapak’s current situation. She then continued to speak through the information channel.

“Your legs and arms are bound, and your eyes and mouth are sealed? That’s a tricky situation… Kapak, I asked the Scholar, and he mentioned that he instructed you to draw a mark on yourself before. Is that mark still on you?”

“Mark? The one the Scholar used to remind me to check the information in the book? Yes! It’s still on me! It’s drawn on my calf!”

Kapak immediately responded to Dorothy. Hearing his response, Dorothy sighed in relief. The Puppet Mark was a reminder sent to all her contacts, so each of her contacts had this symbol permanently marked on them.

“Good. Now that you can’t see, focus on feeling the location of the mark in your mind. If you sense anything unusual, don’t resist.”

Dorothy continued to instruct Kapak. After hearing Dorothy’s words, Kapak immediately complied, even though he didn’t know what she intended. Since she was the only one who could save him, he followed her instructions.

By the fire, Dorothy used the shared perception from the information channel to sense Kapak’s Puppet Mark. She extended a spiritual thread to connect and then took out a bl**d-Eating Sigil from her magic box, consuming the spirituality of the “Cup” to apply it to herself. She then used the spiritual thread to transmit the sigil’s effect to Kapak far away.

Suddenly, tightly restrained in the enclosed space, Kapak felt a surge of warmth in his body, making him feel more relaxed and stronger. Even the pain in his head subsided momentarily.

Before Kapak could marvel at this, he sensed something unusual within his body. Following the detective’s instructions, he did not resist. Instead, he felt as if something was pulling him, and he involuntarily began to struggle and exert force.

“This is…”

Kapak’s surprise had not yet ended when he noticed his body suddenly straining with a power he had never experienced before. He felt a sharp pain in his wrist as his body attempted to break free from the ropes.