Chapter 737 â Chapter 727: Lost Time [ First Update ]
Hearing the white-bearded old manâs words, Hathaway slowly calmed down. After a moment, she suddenly thought of the black prison she saw outside the giant wall. She immediately told the patriarch and the elders present about this situation, at the same time, she observed their expressions.
After hearing this, the patriarch and the elders looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise.
âReally?âThe patriarch asked.
âOf course.âHathaway answered in a cold voice. At the same time, there was a trace of doubt in her heart. It seemed that her father and the elders didnât know. It meant that her information channels werenât blocked by the family. However.., how could the huge black prison be explained? What secret did the Monster Research Institute hide?
âIf this is true, then itâs a bit scary!âAn elder took a deep breath and said solemnly.
The other elders twitched their eyelids and remained silent.
âScary?âHathaway raised her eyebrows and immediately asked: âIs the Monster Research Institute going to use this black prison to deal with us?â
âItâs not impossibleâŠâan elder sighed.
The patriarch coughed and interrupted him. He said to Hathaway: âYou have just recovered from a serious injury. Rest well and we will discuss this later. Everyone, letâs go out first.â
The elders didnât say anything more and turned around to leave with him.
Hathaway narrowed her eyes and fell into deep thought.
Half a day later, in the Western District of an undamaged Earl City, there was a huge building. The surface of the land was vast and boundless. There were also mysteries hidden underground. There were many underground bases that were dozens of meters deep, like bamboo shoots sticking out from the ground, there were all kinds of bases.
This was the headquarters of the Monster Research Institute.
âWhat! You said that the people of the Dragon clan saw the black prison outside the wall? And it was more than ten meters in size?âIn the office of one of the underground bases, a burly middle-aged man in a white coat was shocked. He had a fierce look on his face and was about two and a half meters tall. His temperament was like that of a butcher, but he wore a refined white coat, which made him seem a little unusual and strange, at this moment, he stared at a thin old man who came to report.
The thin old man stood in front of him like a chicken. Hearing his roar, he trembled and said, âThis news came from the Dragon Clan. It was said by the injured Princess Hathaway after she woke up.â
âImpossible!âThe burly middle-aged man roared, âThe black prisons in our branches are still in the experimental cultivation. How could a black prison with a size of more than 10 meters appear? This is a complete black prison. Itâs enough to trap a wasteland level pioneer. How could it be cultivated at this stage!â
The thin old man lowered his head and did not dare to reply.
However, a cold-looking woman with oval face and black-rimmed glasses beside the office said, âDirector, is it possible that a branch secretly cultivated it but did not report it. Instead, it was secretly sent out of the giant wall to be raised?â
âImpossible!âThe burly middle-aged man said without thinking, âThe breeding of black prison requires the mixed feeding of the corpses of eight kinds of monsters above level 50. Although these eight kinds of monsters arenât very precious, they are rare in our area and very difficult to catch. Even if all the resources of each branch were gathered together, they wouldnât be able to breed one, let alone the process of breeding, which requires repeated experiments and corrections. With the current progress of the experiments, there is no later correction data. Even if there are resources, it is impossible to breed one. Unless there are several times, or even more than ten times the resources, it is impossible to breed one in repeated experiments!â
âThen⊠could it be that Hathaway was mistaken, or the Dragon Clan intentionally released this information to frame our research institute?âThe cold-looking woman slightly frowned. She couldnât think of any other answer.
The burly middle-aged manâs huge eyeballs slightly rolled. No one knew what he was thinking, but he didnât answer her.
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âBarton, how long do you think our battle will last?â
At night, on Mt. Utto, the sky was filled with stars. Joseph and Barton sat on the steps on the hillside, looking at the builders of St. Markâs Square who had been mending the square all night. They pulled the grass on the ground with their hands and said in their mouths.
Barton rolled up the popeâs robe and clamped it on his legs. He sat on the ground with his undergarments. He did not want to dirty the expensive robe. He shook his head, âWhen we win, or⊠when he canât hold on anymore, it will end, right?â
âHe may not be able to hold on every time,âJoseph said slowly. His small face was no longer as young and tender as before. There was a mature calmness, âHe is the same as us. He is also a human and a lowly commoner. It was not easy for him to get to this point. No one helped him, and we could not help him either. This time, the enemy attacked. We could only watch and pray by the sideâŠâ
Barton fell silent and lowered his head.
âWeâre his burden.âJosephâs expression was wooden, as if he was stating a fact.
Barton tilted his head to look at him and said, âDo you plan to leave him?â
âNo.âJoseph shook his head. âOn the contrary, Iâm prepared to not continue being a burden.â
âOh?â
âDo you remember what he once said? There are many types of strength. Itâs not just strength that matters.âJoseph raised his head to look at the night sky, he said, âYou dare to go all out. Youâre ruthless enough. Itâs also strength. Iâm going to train for a period of time.â
âWhere to?âBarton asked.
âThe dirtiest place,âJoseph answered.
Barton was stunned. He looked at him for a while and did not say anything else.
Going to the dirtiest place, was he trying to dye himself into the dirtiest person?
He did not ask, but he knew that this was the only way to bring âStrengthâ. Because their wrist strength was small, they could only dirty themselves. If they were so dirty that others did not dare to touch their hands, they would win.
This was a way for the weak to âBecome strongerâ.
âYou should stay and continue to assist him. There arenât many people he can trust, and the people he trusts the most are unable to help him. Wait for my return!âJoseph patted Bartonâs shoulder and said goodbye.
Barton raised his hand and gave him a fist bump.
âDonât forget your original intention,âhe said.
Joseph slightly grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth, âIf you forget, are you still human?â
The two looked at each other and smiled.
The temple at the end of the square in front of them was brightly lit. The hall was empty except for Dean and Aisha. Dean rested his head on Aishaâs legs. The back of his head was especially cold because of the cold legs. It was uncomfortable as if he was lying on ice. But he still liked to lie on his head because of this position, it made him feel very intimate and warm.
There were several brief histories of the giant wall in his hands. He wanted to look into the secrets of the Witcher family. However, the brief history of the giant wall seemed to erase the time when the Witcher family appeared. He flipped through several of them, he still couldnât find any information. It was as if a period of time had silently disappeared into the river of history. He found that this period of time was about thirty years after the construction of the giant wall, the record of that period of time was very vague.
There was a reason mentioned in the book. At that time the giant wall had just been built but it wasnât a book yet so there was no record of it. However he found that it wasnât the case from the later records.
âIt seems that the Witcher family appeared out of thin air and was appointed as the guardian of the giant wall by Queen Sylvia. However Queen Sylvia disappeared from the world not long after the giant wall was built. There are records that she went to the godâs kingdom and there are records that she returned to the godâs realmâŠâDudian frowned, although he knew that it was difficult to understand the god of war with the current information he had, but he only wanted to know about the hunter family and the source of the bloodline power of the Hunter family.
Now he was a pioneer. If he wanted to continue to improve, in addition to the vast amount of Godâs marrow, there was the bloodline awakening which was an unusual power.
But he didnât know whether this power was good or bad. He didnât know how such power could be hidden in the human body. Moreover, there was no such power in the human body. Only the people of the Hunter family had it.
âIf only you could talkâŠâDudian closed the book and put it on the ground. Aishaâs beautiful face was reflected in his eyes. It looked like an ancient sculpture, he quietly stared at her.
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