Chapter 1379: Chapter 226: There Were Too Many People Outside Earlier, So Now I Kneel Before You
A few tall figures walked with an unexpectedly gentle step toward the entrance of the temporary tent where Ian was located. They wore armor that shimmered with a silvery light, resembling a mirror, but any Sublimator could sense that the origin substance reaction from this armor was extremely faint. Though oneâs eyes could see their figures, the Prime Material Perception was as if it sensed only a small insect.
Ian knew that this was the hallmark of the Mirror Sea Guard. Their mirror-like armor could not only achieve optical invisibility but also reduce the intensity of the Prime Material Perception feedback, achieving perceptual invisibility.
However, for him, Ian already perceived this group approaching from eight hundred meters away.
"Please come in."
Ian spoke, and the Mirror Sea Guard, after a brief âpardon our intrusion,â entered the tent.
Captain Midley was not usually a particularly polite person. Even when facing Nobles, his approach was always simple and direct, never using honorifics.
Especially those ordinary Barons and Viscounts from rural areas. As a royal guard directly under the imperial family, Midley always held a superior sense of pride in his heart.
He indeed did not have a noble title, but his status was far more respectable than some Minor Nobility. When they needed to investigate a local nobleâs information, they often didnât need any covert investigation. Just showing up at the local nobleâs residence would be enough for those people to hand over dirt that could land them in the Noble Court obediently.
Because everyone knew that if you confessed voluntarily, at worst, your title would be stripped, and youâd be exiled to the border. But if the Mirror Sea Guard had to take action, increasing their workload...
It truly would become a case of living being harder than dying, who knows how much suffering would be involved.
Of course, thatâs just a saying.
When Captain Midley and his team really entered the tent and closed the drapes neatly, accompanied by the sound of uniform clanging, the four burly Mirror Sea Guards collectively knelt before Ian.
"Huh?"
Even Ian couldnât help but turn his head, looking at this scene with a surprised expression. The orange juice in his hand rippled with concentric circles: "What does this mean, gentlemen?"
"Sir, there were many people outside just now, I had to handle official business..."
Leading the group, Midley, the middle-aged Knight, removed his helmet and said sincerely: "You really donât need to answer our questions, but officially, we have to come and investigate, truly disturbing your rest..."
"Just because of this?"
Ian couldnât help but find it amusing, but thinking carefully, it wasnât surprising.
His current identity was that of a Prophet, one of the strongest young talents in The Empire, with a Prophecy that had saved the Great Princeâs life.
And who was the Great Prince? The chief of the Mirror Sea Guard!
Carlos was their top superior; they wouldnât dare to really come over to âinquire about the situationâ from him... This isnât how subordinates ask superiors for information, after all, especially since Ian had theoretically just come out of a Labyrinth and was trying to rest.
If they disturbed him and he felt displeased and casually mentioned it while chatting with Crown Prince Carlos later... Even if the Great Prince was kind enough not to demote them all, they certainly wouldnât be considered for any good opportunities in the future.
Just like how Minor Nobility, by increasing their workload, would find living worse than dying, Ian was someone who could make such decisive changes to their destinies.
"So my status has reached this level, huh."
Ian shook his head slightly. Having been a Prophet for too many years and never having met other Prophets, he really wasnât sure how much weight the role of a Prophet carried.
He didnât have the Mirror Sea Guards stand up, as that would worry them instead: "Putting that aside for now, what is the normal procedure for asking me questions?"
"You would be asked where you went after getting separated from the main force and some information related to the Labyrinth Master."
Without any nonsense, Midley responded fluently: "Certainly, you should not tell me, as Iâm not qualified to know such high-level information. His Highness will come to visit you in person later. As for now... do you have any requests, sir? Alchemical Potion, or food and wine, or anything else we can do our best to provide for you."
"I donât have any..."
Ian took a sip of orange juice; he truly had no demands. But upon reconsideration, he changed his mind and said: "Give me a cross-border communication device. I have matters to communicate with my territory."
"By your command."
The Mirror Sea Guards flowed out smoothly. Three minutes later, a cross-border communication device was in front of Ian.
The Empire, South Ridge.
Xiahui City.
Biological Alchemy Laboratory.
Adalbert received a communication from an unfamiliar address.
The white-haired Deceased Monarch Researcher stared blankly at this communication device, a âpath known only to Ian and himself.â He hadnât expected Ian, theoretically exploring a relic, to contact him at this time.
"... Is that you, Ian?"
Pressing the connection, Adalbert cautiously asked: "Whatâs happened? Do you need my help with something?"
He knew very well that if it wasnât necessary, Ian would never use this number.
[Is my heart still there?]
Then, the Deceased Monarch Researcher heard a rather rare question.
"... Yes, of course, it is."
Hesitating for a moment, understanding Ianâs real meaning, Adalbert instead grew nervous: "Whatâs wrong, are you severely injured?!"
[Uh, lost the entire body] A casual voice came from the other end of the communication device, almost causing Adalbert to faint on the spot: [My previously stored âbackupâ should all be there, send a copy to me through the Platinum Iridium Workshop channel]
â Whatâs this about losing the entire body! Can you explain clearly!
Knowing that Ian never lied about such matters, Adalbert understood that Ian was likely now without any flesh and blood, and his reference to âbackupâ meant the âuniversal cellsâ and âbody tissueâ that Ian had pre-prepared, updating every week.
And Ian needed these backups, definitely to clone a body on-site... What is he up to!
"Should I send the heart over?"
Taking several deep breaths, Adalbert suppressed his pounding heart and asked in as calm a tone as possible: "Iâve preserved it well, it should still be usable now..."
[Yes, send it over. I need a âfulcrumâ for restoration and reconstruction...]
The voice on the other side of the communication instrument laughed: [Thank you, Adalbert, I knew youâd take good care of it... Oh, by the way, visit the Domain of Void later]
[Iâll remotely transmit a database to you. Once received, go to the Iron Dragon Nest, use the permissions I gave you to open the Dragon Nest, and retrieve the Spark inside]
[Then place it in the Domain of Void]
[âIâ will take it away]