468: Chapter 438: You Should Be Making Up Stories, Not Being a Knight (2/3) 468: Chapter 438: You Should Be Making Up Stories, Not Being a Knight (2/3) — ?
— I am the core of the plan?
Ian swallowed the juice in his mouth in shock—without a doubt, this was information even he himself was unaware of.
anwhile, the Magnetic Light Knight continued to explain, stretching out his hand and opening a cabinet beside him.
It was a tal iron cabinet, inside of which lay a limb of a Magical Beast, wrapped in so kind of wooden material.
Ian observed carefully and realized that it was indeed the body of the Swamp Crocodragon, neatly arranged and resting in the box, as the Magnetic Light Knight calmly said, “Look, this is it, Demonic Beast Materials from the Swamp Crocodragon that originated from Harrison Port.”
“We both know that The Empire wants to help the Dragon Worship Cult so they can later intervene in the Ancient Dragon relics within Canaan Moore’s territory—and just recently, Viscount Grant slaughtered so many Swamp Crocodragons and sent them to Nauman City… Who do you think they are prepared for?”
“I bet it’s definitely for the needs of the Dragon Worship Cult… because they need these to catalyze the related Sublimators, to prepare for the exploration of the ‘Ancient Dragon Labyrinth’ that is very likely to be located around the underground swamp!”
“And as the person transporting this batch of Demonic Beast Materials, it was none other than the confidant of Viscount Grant, whose reputation has even reached our ears here, shining brightly as the Guide Knight in the South Sea Great Labyrinth—and with whom did he recently make contact in Gold Leaf Town and Leyan Territory?”
“Yes, it’s none other than Scholar Anfa, the very one you hanker after and hate to the bone!”
Upon hearing this, the cup of water nearly slipped from Ian’s astonished hands, drawing the concerned inquiries of a waiter nearby, prompting the young man to shake his head repeatedly, indicating that he had rely choked on water.
If it weren’t for the fact that he was the actual Guide Knight on the scene, he would have certainly believed the Magnetic Light Knight’s elaborate speculation.
And looking at the current situation…
His speculation was actually quite accurate!
“Yes, indeed.”
Ian mumbled thoughtfully to himself as he turned his head in the direction of Harrison Port: “It doesn’t matter whether the materials from the Swamp Crocodragon sell right away, they can just be piled up in Harrison Port, because as long as they are well preserved, they won’t depreciate in value.”
“If they are suddenly being shipped out, then soone must be buying them—who would suddenly buy such Earth Attribute materials loosely related to dragons?”
“The Dragon Worship Cult is the pri suspect!”
“And as the confidant of Marquis Barton, the Magnetic Light Knight must know that Marquis Barton is secretly supporting the Dragon Worship Cult, and the previous dragon shadows were only ant to intimidate Master Oak or rather, to officially reject the cooperation with the officials of Canaan Moore.”
Now the logic was complete, incontrovertible.
Especially since Ian was indeed a mber of the Dragon Worship Cult now; even if he wanted to, he could not refute Magnetic Light’s assertions.
— You say you weren’t a mber of the Dragon Worship Cult at that ti and then beca one in less than two days?
You’re fooling ghosts!
Ian couldn’t fathom it, he really couldn’t see this point—he was clever, yes, but to pull off such a sche, aside from imagination, it required an unparalleled ability to connect dots and the skill to concoct storylines.
Magnetic Light shouldn’t have beco a Knight, he should have been writing novels and plays.
Ian’s background was in the sciences; it was simply not his field.
— Could it be?
The Purple Maple Knight obviously got carried away by the argunt, took a while to retort: “But… even so, at most he is just a contact mber of the Dragon Worship Cult in the Southern Ridge… What does that have to do with the information related to the Ancient Dragon Labyrinth?”
“Even if he really knew, he definitely wouldn’t know the details.”
“Moreover,” her tone turned mocking: “Your wild gamble, it’s abnormal.”
“You are not , even if you return to Canaan Moore, you still face the verdict of being judged… huh, disobeying orders, acting alone… I can only reverse the situation with information, but what about you?”
The Purple Maple Knight even sang mockingly: “Why are you so obsessed with going after that Guide Knight?”
“Without knowing this, how can we cooperate?”
That said, Ian could also discern that the Purple Maple Knight’s tone had softened.
At least, she acknowledged there was value in Ian taking action.
“I am like you.”
The Magnetic Light Knight said indifferently, “The General has discovered my disloyalty…
and the result of my failed surprise attack on Ian.”
“He has given Ian a letter, which is my trial…
The secret ssage within it contains information related to , and is even crucial to .”
“I have but two choices, either to die or to obtain it.”
“The General can tolerate disloyalty, as long as I pass his trial—as long as I can shift the suspicion, make it impossible for others to use as an excuse to attack the General, and secure concrete ‘results,’ I can be forgiven…
temporarily.”
“Until the next trial cos.”
The Purple Maple Knight said nothing, but Ian could understand the complex emotions of the other party.
Obviously, both the behavior of the Magnetic Light Knight and Marquis Barton puzzled her.
At least from the viewpoint of this Elven Knight, who despite not knowing how long she had been undercover, remained loyal to Canaan Moore, it was strange enough that Marquis Barton hadn’t crushed the Magnetic Light Knight to death.
The fact that the Magnetic Light Knight remained unmoved, and didn’t even intend to justify his disloyalty, was even more terrifying.
But Ian wasn’t surprised, because he knew perfectly well that Marquis Barton was the kind of person who relished in trials.
Miueil Greyleaf,” the Magnetic Light Knight slowly pronounced the Purple Maple Knight’s real na, “You are the fallen and only daughter of the Greyleaf family, willing to be an undercover operative, lurking within the Dragon Worship Cult for over a decade, single-mindedly seeking to revive your family, yet now fallen to such a state, having given your all but to bear the bad fruit not of your own doing.”
“And Anfa?
A mber of the Ashlight family and the Dragon Worship Cult, yet no one says he should be captured—the Master Oak himself is protecting him, that’s why he personally led the team to capture those escapees that couldn’t possibly be caught.”
“After all, becoming a dragon is not a bad thing in itself.
The bad thing is not being able to control it.
And you, you lack the talent to beco a dragon, and that’s why you could only go undercover.”
“And it was he who shattered your chance of success.”
“Shut up,” the Purple Maple Knight interrupted the Magnetic Light Knight’s voice coldly, “What you’re saying is just madness ant to stir emotions…
It’s laughable.
You’re simply trying to fra for suspicion.”
“But indeed, the worst I could do is to return to Canaan Moore, never to co to South Ridge again…
but are you certain the Guide Knight knows Anfa’s whereabouts?”
“Of course not,” the Magnetic Light Knight said with a smile, knowing he had successfully persuaded the other party, “but the Guide Knight definitely knows the location of the Southern Ridge Worship Dragon Sect’s headquarters—once we have this source of intelligence, even Master Oak won’t be able to cover for Anfa.”
“I’ll trust you this once, but I won’t take any action; I just need to ask for an answer,” she said.
Although the Purple Maple Knight obviously had so other motives of her own, the Magnetic Light Knight didn’t really need any help.
What he needed was just a scapegoat to accompany him.
The two reached an agreent.
“How strong is the Guide Knight?” Purple Maple inquired, “If the person who attacked him before was indeed you, then he has escaped from your grasp once.”
“At his age, he’s pretty impressive.
Above the dian at the First Energy Level, with amazing swordsmanship, and he also has a piece of alchemical equipnt that can eject high-pressure water streams.
He’s versatile in using his abilities and very fast,” the Magnetic Light analyzed seriously, “But that’s all there is to it.
At most, I need your help to encircle and prevent him from escaping.”
“Then that’s settled,” Purple Maple said, “Wait for your notification.”
“Pleasure doing business.”
So ti later, the two traitors and undercover agents left the warehouse and returned to their respective strongholds.
Having finished his third drink, Ian stood up and stretched a big yawn, heading towards the Silver Bazaar Company.
“Interesting,” he whispered to himself with a smile, “I didn’t expect this Magnetic Light Knight to be no fool; both himself and Marquis Barton see very clearly—but why then must he work for that certain powerful individual behind him?
Is Marquis Barton not grand enough?”
After all, behind Marquis Barton, there is also a Prince, and possibly even the Emperor himself supporting him!
Behind the Magnetic Light Knight, at most there is a Prince…
He is probably tracking because the Head of the Spiritual Wisdom Institute is from the sa organization and an undercover agent planted within the institute, and the Magnetic Light Knight fears the exposure of this intelligence.
To make the Magnetic Light Knight act so irrationally proves that he and the Head of the Spiritual Wisdom Institute are definitely plotting sothing big…
For this big event, he’s not afraid of death himself, and must ensure that Ian has absolutely not seen or leaked any secrets.
“An idealist, maybe.
But now, there’s one more person to deal with—the Purple Maple Knight.”
At this thought, Ian felt that it wasn’t necessary for him to go it alone: “I wasn’t the only one involved in this; I was kind of dragged into it by Anfa and Sio.”
So, upon returning to the Silver Bazaar Company, Ian wrote a letter for Mr.
Silver Workshop.
A letter for Mr.
Silver Workshop to pass on to the Dragon Worship Cult.
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