Grace had never seen Elder Sage so distressed."Grace, something big is about to go down. I just divined the outcome of the Scenic Monastery incident, and the signs are ominous. It might mess with the fate of the nation," Elder Sage said with a heavy tone."Affect the fate of the nation? Does that mean Logan is going to die?" She raised an eyebrow.Last night, she had specifically reminded and even provided a talisman, hoping that nothing would happen to Logan. Because if he were to fall, it would undoubtedly lead to a cascade of battles, turning the land into a river of blood."It has nothing to do with Logan. When I speak of the nation's fate, I'm talking about a vital force," Elder Sage furrowed his brow.He continued, "In this Scenic Monastery incident, someone might disrupt the vital force. If that happens, the nation will be in chaos. A great calamity will be imminent, and the entire Dragonmarsh will undergo a drastic change!""Is it that serious?" Grace's eyebrows tightene
"What's going on?" Alaric brushed off the debris from his clothes as he descended from the altar. His crimson eyes betrayed no emotion, giving off a presence reminiscent of a god indifferent to his surroundings. To regular people, Alaric's existence was no different from that of celestial beings. With a mere snap of his fingers, he could turn someone into dust."Founder, Inferno Fury Spear just acted strangely, as if it reacted to something," a member of the Dragon Guard reported."Strange signs?" Alaric turned to glance at the red spear behind him and extended his hand.The red spear emitted a soft hum, rising directly into his hands. Closing his eyes, he concentrated and soon obtained results."So, the Dragon Sparrow Sword has made an appearance. No wonder you're so excited," he muttered to himself. Upon hearing his words, members of the Dragon Guard expressed surprise, and some even showed signs of anger."The Dragon Sparrow Sword? Could it be the number one sword in the
Dustin made his way unhindered to the summit of Quandary Mountain, finally stopping at the entrance of the monastery. Hanging above the entrance was a sign with two large words—Scenic Monastery. The monastery was neither large nor small, and it appeared quite ordinary, showing signs of age and wear. Who would have thought that the once influential Prince of Carsonne would hide in such a small monastery?Dustin lightly knocked on the monastery door but was met with no response.After a few seconds, he knocked again, with more force."Coming, coming," a childish voice echoed from inside.The door opened, revealing a seven or eight-year-old novice monk who peered out and curiously asked, "May I help you, sir?""I got lost in the mountains and happened to see a monastery here. I thought it was convenient to ask for some water. Is that possible?" Dustin spun a tale."Of course, please come in," the novice said without suspicion, opening the door and inviting Dustin inside.Rare
"Who are you? Why are you here?"In the solemn hall of Scenic Monastery, tension filled the air as the two monks swiftly positioned themselves to block Dustin's path. Their eyes, sharp and vigilant, betrayed an unusual wariness. These monks, having secluded themselves for years, rarely encountered outsiders. The sudden appearance of a stranger, especially one seeking the prince, heightened their concern."I'm Logan Rhys, here to pay my respects to the Prince of Carsonne. I hope you can let me through," Dustin calmly stated."Logan Rhys?" The monks exchanged astonished glances, unprepared for the reappearance of the man who had been missing for a decade."Mr. Rhys, this is a monastery. There's no Prince of Carsonne here. You've come to the wrong place. Kindly leave," the round-faced monk said with a serious tone."Gentlemen, I've traveled a long way with genuine intentions. I'd appreciate it if you could announce my arrival inside. Thank you," Dustin said respectfully."Don't fo
In the modest monastery hall of Scenic Monastery, simplicity prevailed with no extravagant adornments. A statue of a saint, towering at ten to fifteen feet tall, was placed right in the center. Despite its unassuming appearance, the hall was lit by the warm glow of candles. The area surrounding the saint statue was impeccably clean.In front of the saint, a slender middle-aged monk sat with closed eyes. He was adorned in the distinctive attire of his order. Holding a strand of rosary beads, he quietly recited passages from the scripture in silent devotion.The yellow-robed monk approached, whispering, "Abbot Lumen, Mr. Rhys has arrived."Donovan ceased his activities, stood up slowly, and greeted Dustin. "Greetings, Mr. Rhys. It's been a while.""Indeed, ten years have passed." Dustin nodded. "Should I call you Abbot Lumen or Prince of Carsonne, Your Highness?""I've left my former titles behind. Just Lumen is fine," Donovan replied, lowering his head slightly."Alright," Dusti
"Alright!" Dustin cut to the chase, his gaze unwavering. "Lumen, let's get straight to it. Who was the puppet master pulling the strings behind the plot to wipe us out all those years ago?""As expected." Donovan nodded, already anticipating the question. Instead of a direct response, he posed a question of his own, "Mr. Rhys, have you ever come across the Dragon Guard?""The Dragon Guard?" Dustin narrowed his eyes. "Rufus mentioned it briefly, but the details escape me.""In that case, allow me to shed some light," Donovan said, his demeanor serious. "The Dragon Guard, established in the early days of our nation, is a formidable institution that surpasses imperial authority. Its members are elite warriors, each a force to be reckoned with." He added, "Take their Chief Guildmaster, Alaric Drakon, for instance. His strength is immeasurable. In the entire realm, only the reclusive sage of Sacred Wyrm Summit could rival him."Most importantly, the current king owes his position
Dustin had never expected anyone to risk their lives for him. Donovan's decision to stay silent to save himself wasn't inherently wrong."Your father saved me countless times and put so much trust in me, but I did nothing. It's genuinely embarrassing," Donovan lamented. If Dustin had scolded or hit him, it might have been easier for Donovan to bear. However, Dustin showed no intention of blaming him, intensifying his guilt."Abbot Lumen, I have a question. We had no issues with the Dragon Guard, so why were they trying to eliminate us?" Dustin asked again. "The reason is simple. You pose a threat to the established order," Donovan said helplessly. "Ten years ago, your family's West Lucozian monarchy dominated the scene, overshadowing imperial authority. For the organization, your existence threatened their status, something they couldn't tolerate.""Such a slight threat and the organization chose to annihilate us?" Dustin furrowed his brow, a steely glint in his eyes. "Logan
"Traitor?" Dustin raised an eyebrow at the unexpected revelation. Although a similar notion had crossed his path before, the urgency in Donovan's voice gave the matter newfound significance."Abbot Lumen …" Dustin pressed, "Who's this supposed traitor?""The culprit is none other than General Reston Rever, a key figure under your father's command," Donovan disclosed."Uncle Reston? That can't be right! Didn't he sacrifice himself?" Dustin's face displayed disbelief.Reston Rever, a loyal general in his father's service, stood as a brother-in-arms, sharing the trials of life and death. A decade ago, Reston, who led the guard during their arrival in the capital, successfully foiled numerous assassination attempts. His bravery became even more evident during the Aylka Rebellion when he courageously guided Dustin and Alba out of the city, eventually sacrificing himself in a heroic act.How could someone so gallant and virtuous turn out to be a traitor?"When I first got wind of t