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Chapter 51: I Bloom in the Midst of Slaughter, Like a Flower at Dawn

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

This strike was very accurate and exquisite.

In an instant, Rackles’ eyes suddenly widened and bulged, and his face revealed endless fear.

He could not speak or move.

He could not shout for help and did not have the strength to activate the magic equipment he was wearing. This was the area enveloped by the anti-magic domain of the Holy Seal Islands, so he could not use his powerful and terrifying magic power.

Moreover… even if there were no anti-magic domain, he would probably not be able to mobilize his magic power after suffering this strike.

Elves looked similar to humans but they were actually very different, especially spellcasters. Their magic power circulated and mobilized, forming a new system in their bodies that was different from blood circulation. This meant that even if a qualified spellcaster could not move his entire body, he had a way to counterattack the enemy.

However, this slash was extremely exquisite and struck the vital points of the elves.

Not only was he unable to speak, but he was also unable to move. Even the flow of magic power was stopped, and it even interfered with the condensation of the mental power…

Only assassins who specialized in targeting elf spellcasters had such skills.

After discovering this, the fear in Rackles’s heart swelled to the extreme. This fear even suppressed his fear of death… He almost immediately guessed the identity of the assassin.

He was not human, definitely not human. How could a mere human be qualified to master that skill?

However… why?

What… did he do wrong?

Why… why did Her Majesty’s Shadow Blade Troop attack him?

Should he not touch the taboo of the Holy Seal Islands?

The footsteps of death were approaching, and his vitality quickly dissipated. His long life was about to end. At this moment, even elves with longer lives would have mixed feelings, let alone that this was not the end of their lives.

The fear of death, the reluctance to part with his life, the new Arcana path, the veil of the unopened Holy Seal Islands, endless regret, and doubts.

However, mages were still mages, and elves were still elves.

Death was not something to be afraid of, but the people who were afraid died feeling ignorant and confused.

At the last moment, Master Rackles gathered his last life and will and used all his strength to break through his body’s limit. He slowly turned around. He wanted to see the assassin’s appearance clearly and at least resolve one question.

If the other party was also an elf, he would understand his thoughts and not stop him from turning around.

As expected, it did not stop him.

The other party allowed him to turn around.

Otherwise, as long as he gently turned the dagger, it would immediately take his life.

Master Rackles turned around with difficulty.

The assassin let him see his appearance.

A bird flew to his shoulder and turned its head, meeting his gaze.

The parrot was given to him by Sir Taize. It was said to be a parrot from the Holy Seal Islands. It looked divine and beautiful. It should have appeared in the bedroom of an elf socialite and not at this murder scene.

However, Rackles knew that this was the assassin who had taken his life.

This was because the other party was clearly a bird, but it stared at him calmly with a deep gaze that made his heart tremble.

The master looked even more confused.

What… was going on?

He slowly opened his mouth, and trickles of blood had already slowly surged out. His handsome face was filled with struggle and unwillingness. He wanted to speak, but he could not say a word. His eyes became more and more painful, and his expression became more and more ferocious.

Suddenly, the parrot spoke.

It was an ancient elven language that was even older and nobler than the current common elven language. Only scholars, great nobles, and the royal family understood it, and it just so happened that Rackles could understand it.

This parrot’s words were low and smooth, and the words it spoke were like a poem.

“You grew up in the forest and were nurtured by pride. You were watered by tears and buried by conceit. Sleep peacefully, Nature’s Child. This is the place where you will sleep eternally.”

Master Rackles’ eyes fluctuated violently. He understood this sentence and thought of something. Even if most of his life force had been lost in the last lesson of his life, his body still trembled violently and struggled, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

“You… you’re…”

His voice was hoarse as if it was tearing at his soul. With extreme shock and disbelief, the elf Grand Mage fell to the ground and completely lost his breath.

The dagger found on the Holy Seal Islands was stabbed in his back.

Blood slowly spread out from under him.

The parrot flew up when he fell to the ground and landed on his corpse. It looked down at the other party’s corpse and was silent for a moment. It was unknown if it was reminiscing or praying.

Then, it pulled out the dagger and grabbed the other party’s clothes with its claws. It flapped its wings and raised them, turning the corpse over. From the ring to the necklace, from the head accessory to the talisman, it searched his entire body. The small ones were strung up with a necklace and hung on his body. The larger ones were placed in a box in the room. Its movements were much more skilled than Miss Fran’s.

After doing all this, it flew to the magic table and opened the fixed and strengthened cabinet. After observing for a moment, it took out a few bottles and cans and adjusted them on the magic table before placing the products under Rackles.

As if feeling uneasy, it tore off another ball of cloth from the master’s clothes, crumpled it, and dipped it in blood. It wrote the word “Danger” in Chinese on the back of the elf.

Then, it locked the cabin door, left through the narrow window, and closed it.

The locked room murder of an elf was completed just like that.

The parrot immediately flew to the captain’s room, opened the window, and entered.

The captain was lucky. At this moment, he was pursuing the “ancient ruins” with Sir Taize. There was an attendant on duty in the captain’s room. When he heard the commotion, he turned around and saw a parrot cross the window and enter. He could not help but be stunned.

The parrot pounced over like an eagle and tore open his throat.

Blood splattered as the follower knelt on the ground, his throat creaking.

The parrot let go of the blood and looked around the layout of the captain’s room. Its gaze lingered on places like boxes and weapons racks for a moment before it knew what to do.

It found the ship’s roster on the bookshelf to the left of the captain’s room.

The Wayne Wings was the main ship of the elves. The people serving on the ship were all pure-blooded elves. The regular army would definitely not casually pull strong men to be sailors from prison bars or even the streets. Every crew member had undergone professional training. They came from good backgrounds and had strong morale. They were all of the military descent.

That was really good news.

The parrot grabbed the thick roster and carried it to the captain’s desk. It stood in front of it and raised a claw to turn the soft pages. It recorded the information of every crew member starting with the captain and very realistic portraits.

It looked at it page by page.

It read the information of all the officers.

Then it spread its wings and began to speak.

This time, it did not speak the obscure ancient elf language, but Chinese.

“I bloom in the midst of slaughter, like a flower at dawn.”

It quacked and flew out of the captain’s room.

At the same time, the elf army led by the captain and Sir Taize had already arrived at the mysterious rift valley.

Sir Taize gestured. The well-trained marines had already dispersed and began to search for a high point to guard under the command of his adjutant, Myron.

The captain asked, “Can you confirm that it’s here?”

Sir Taize nodded and said, “There’s no mistake. There’s still the lingering charm of fire and light in the air… There’s even a little smell of sulfur.”

The captain’s expression suddenly changed, “…Purgatory?”

Sir Taize’s gaze fell on the rift valley. “I don’t know… but I know that everything is related to this rift valley. I feel an uneasy aura. Moreover, the Goethe people have already gone down.”

He pointed at the edge of the rift valley. “There are many traces of climbing tools here.”

The captain narrowed his eyes. “But this place is unguarded… is it hiding? Are the Goethe people still down there? Could this be a trap?”

Sir Taize asked, “What do you mean? Forgive me for being presumptuous, but if I were you, I would camp here and be on guard. If any Goethe people dare to appear, I’ll shoot them to death.”

The captain smiled bitterly. “But the master will definitely be furious.”

“That’s right… Sometimes, it’s very difficult for us to understand what a spellcaster is thinking,” the captain complained, then said, “but we can’t advance rashly. This is my position… Please make a decision.”

“I…”

Before the captain could speak, a huge sound suddenly sounded from the rift valley.

The powerful and thick human voice recited with emotion.

It chanted in a language that the elves did not understand.

“This… is a language I’ve never heard before!” The elves looked at each other, “Moreover, this sound definitely doesn’t come from ordinary living beings!”

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