Chapter 683: Act 44 – Complete Class Domination (End)
“Enough! I’ve finished what I need to do.” Tumen suddenly waved his hand, not letting Brendel continue to ask. “Brendel, I’m glad to see you officially joining us as one of our own. After this farewell, it may be difficult to meet again in the future; the road ahead, you must walk on your own.”
Brendel was momentarily stunned.
Although he knew that the Elemental Emperor would eventually leave, it was only when the other party said goodbye that he truly realized that he was facing a legend from thousands of years ago.
“Lord Tumen…”
“Hey, no need to be shy. We’re all grown men, and with Saint Ausoor teaching you, I believe you won’t have too many problems.” Tumen smiled slightly. “Though a bit stubborn, he’s one of my best students.”
“Hmph!”
Queen Wind let out a heavy snort. However, when she raised her head to look at the now semi-transparent Tumen, she couldn’t help but furrow her brows. “Old man, I have a question.”
Tumen turned his head, smiling as he asked, “Go ahead, my student.”
“After the Battle of Osopabin, did you really die…” Saint Ausoor hesitated for a moment before speaking.
There seemed to be a moment of silence on the platform.
But Tumen finally shrugged, “It might be hard for me to answer that question. Because the history after the Battle of Osopabin, you are more aware of than I am—when I left this image, the previous king should still have been in Erlandta.”
“That was before the march into the Great Swamp.” Saint Ausoor frowned as she looked at him. Brendel listened to Queen Wind’s introspection, but in his heart, he was recalling this period of history from their conversation. In the War of the Saints, the Four Sages did not initially have an army to resist the Dark Dragon.
In fact, before the march into the Great Swamp, the Dark Dragon did not yet look upon these ‘commoners’ from other races. Before the Battle of Osopabin, this historical ‘tyrant’ and ‘dictator’ remained near the Eternal Glacier in Erlandta, and even players had not figured out this part of history.
For instance, what exactly was he plotting at the Eternal Glacier? There was not a single record in history. Brendel could only speculate about the whereabouts of the other party based on what the Centaur Lamia once said about Odin inviting Chunximan to join him in fighting against mysterious enemies.
Then the Battle of Osopabin erupted, and the rebels invaded Demia. The victory of this battle became a turning point in history. After that, the rebels began to grow stronger, and the Bud people and the Dragonkin joined the war. Soon after, there were news reports of the Elemental Emperor Tumen being killed.
Thinking of this, Brendel could not help but glance at Tumen.
“The Bud people claimed they killed you, but someone among the Silver Elves personally saw you only wounded and escaping, and shortly after you disappeared in the Clover Woods.” Saint Ausoor continued, “In the end, we were unable to confirm whether you really died; it was only to raise morale that Fanzan claimed publicly that you had died—”
After hearing Saint Ausoor’s words, Tumen couldn’t help but chuckle: “My student, does it really matter whether I’m dead or alive? Besides, if you all used my death to raise morale, I certainly wouldn’t hide away without showing up— you know how I would act, so you must have your answer already.”
As the Elemental Emperor finished speaking, his entire lower half had almost disappeared, looking like a ghost floating in mid-air.
The Elf Senior Sister looked at him in this state, clenching her fist, and silently replied, “I just wanted to confirm…”
“You have already confirmed,” Tumen replied, his voice gradually weakening. “Remember to send my regards to Erlandta.”
“She will certainly split your regards in half!”
Saint Ausoor looked at Tumen’s figure completely fading away, and after a while, such a fierce remark escaped her lips. Then she turned back to Brendel, who stood there dazed, and couldn’t help but take out her irritation on him: “What are you looking at?”
Brendel quickly shrugged. The grievances and entanglements from the era of the War of the Saints had nothing to do with him. However, Tumen, as a teacher of Saint Ausoor, Gilt, and Fanzan, must have felt bad when engaging in battle with these three sages.
But when did the collapse of the Minren begin?
Brendel naturally knew about that era. The Minren back then were as proud as the Cruz people today. No, they were even more arrogant because their empire once spanned the entire region of modern Vaunte. Today’s Cruz, Fanzan, Saint Ausoor, and Erlandta were merely a small part of the empire back then.
Yet even such a powerful empire eventually collapsed in an instant. And to this day, there was no sign of the Minren’s existence left on the continent.
Brendel contemplated these matters quietly but was suddenly interrupted when Queen Wind patted him and asked, “By the way, what are you doing here?”
The Elf Senior Sister looked around suspiciously: “This place should be at the edge of the Black Forest; what are you doing alone in this wilderness? Was it just to see this old immortal… old man?”
She probably realized the other party was already dead, so her words seemed contradictory, and she changed her words halfway.
“Certainly not,” Brendel shook his head, finally recalling his purpose for being here. However, it wasn’t easy to explain, so he could only vaguely reply, “I came to treasure hunt, and meeting Lord Tumen was purely an accident.”
“Treasure hunt?”
Saint Ausoor stared at him suspiciously, “What treasure? Let me see!”
As a former hero sage who experienced the War of the Saints, she instinctively sensed that Brendel’s words held some falsehood. Unfortunately, although this Elf Queen had seen much of the world, she couldn’t easily trouble Brendel. Brendel took a few steps back, as if silently counting steps; he counted a few steps and then walked toward the mountainside.
Saint Ausoor instinctively thought he was playing tricks; she squinted her eyes. But to her surprise, in just a moment, Brendel pulled something from the vines wrapped around the mountainside with a rustle.
“What is this?” The Elf Senior Sister couldn’t help but look at the object in Brendel’s hand, only to realize it was something resembling a slab.
Regarding Queen Wind’s question, Brendel only smiled mysteriously.
“This is naturally a good thing.”
He kept her in suspense with his answer. However, this time he wasn’t lying, for in another history, this slab indeed changed the course of Erluin’s history.
And this was precisely the real reason he brought Freya along.
…
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
In the large room, it seemed like only the dull sound of the self-ringing clock’s tightly wound mechanism remained, reverberating in the vast room as if amplified infinitely. The shadow of sunlight filtered through the tree leaves, casting overlapping shadows on the carpet, resembling a strange picture.
A pair of pure white feet shod in wooden clogs treaded about on the carpet, occasionally disrupting the entire atmosphere of the picture.
Yula, although unable to see, seemed to possess an innate ability to sense everything around her. She quietly walked back and forth in the room, occasionally glancing back at her husband, her face adorned with a mysterious smile.
Those familiar with her knew that this future lady of the lord possessed a unique ability—known as foresight.
Just how terrifying this lady’s ability was, outsiders couldn’t fathom. However, ever since moving into this castle two months ago, not a single servant dared to underestimate her authority.
Sitting behind the desk was the young man—or rather the future lord of this territory, the knight fanatic in Brendel’s eyes—whose real name was Aike. One hand supported his chin as he idly stared at his wife.
In fact, ever since the Battle of Ampere Seale, the entire world seemed to have calmed down, making him feel increasingly out of place. He believed that the life he sought should be one filled with vigor, uprooting the strong and aiding the weak.
Unfortunately, Erluin—at least the southern territories of Erluin—had been growing increasingly tranquil day by day.
The only somewhat uplifting news was the persistent tension emanating from Count Rendener’s territory in the south, but unfortunately, as long as Count Rendener’s mind had not burned out, he likely would not deploy troops into Lantonrand.
Moreover, after the Battle of Ampere Seale, Duke of Lantonrand had already put him under strict house arrest.
The young man couldn’t help but sigh deeply, muttering, “Dear, you said something would happen today, but unfortunately, we’ve waited until now; it seems your prophecy was wrong again.”
Upon hearing her husband say this, Yula did not grow angry. She turned to face Aike, offering a reassuring smile; dressed in the traditional attire of Jiufeng, she exuded an elegance and intellectual beauty that left Aike momentarily captivated.
He cleared his throat lightly and asked, “By the way, are you feeling better?”
“Much better, thank you for your concern, my lord,” Yula replied, “I’m already much better. My lord, please be patient; in Jiufeng, nurturing energy is an important nobility etiquette.”
“But we’ve been waiting for several hours.”
As soon as Aike finished speaking, the door suddenly creaked open. He was slightly startled and looked up to find Makarolo standing outside with a neutral expression.
“Lord Makarolo, why are you here?” he was taken aback. But Makarolo interrupted him first, “No need to ask so many questions, Aike, we received a letter from Cold Fir Territory. There’s one for you.”
“Princess?” Yula asked.
“Haha, it’s from Earl of Toniger!” But Aike had already jumped up excitedly, “Great, I knew he would not forget me!”
“Quick, give me the letter, Lord Makarolo—by the way, what does it say?”
Though he had some sense, he finally remembered to ask what was written in the letter.
Makarolo glanced at him and shook his head. This future Duke of Lantonrand had grown up in the mountains and forests, although he had begrudgingly received some noble education, he was still essentially a mercenary at heart—with a head full of chaotic knightly thoughts.
What gave him a headache was that he couldn’t understand how he ended up training such a successor for the lord. After a brief thought, he answered steadily, “The letter says that we should meet in Varlanden.”
“Varlanden?” Aike was taken aback, as if suddenly realizing something. “Isn’t that the hometown of Duke Vieiro? Wait, why are the Earl and the others going to Vieiro Province? Isn’t Count Rendener still at war?”
Makarolo silently stared at him.
The young man seemed to finally realize he had misspoken and quickly coughed, “That… the news about Count Rendener was… it was Yula who told me. I absolutely did not go out!”
“My lord…” Yula couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh. This betrayal of teammates was just too decisive.
