Theron not knowing much more than surface information about Mancer Spells was only natural. He had hardly known anything about Imbued Resonance just days ago.
But even if he did know, it wouldn’t help much, or so it seemed.
After all, this was the Luminiscent Moon Sect’s method, not some Water Forbidden Spell. There was only so much he could do.
That said… he had figured out that this Mancer Spell and this jade were connected.
What he wanted to understand was… why the Sect mentioned the very important jade as though it was singular, and yet…
Theron looked down at the beads on the ground. Not every one of them was the same as the jade in his palm, but about 20% of them were, for a total of about 17.
They were all around the same size as well, and they didn’t look like they had been broken.
Were they mistaken? Or was this another lie by the Sect in hopes that he wouldn’t figure things out?
What was the purpose of all these lies?
’They lied about it being a cultivation method, lied about the number of jades there were, were quite vague about what these “additional rewards” might be… Alright, then let’s do things like this
Theron took 16 of the 17 jades, storing them away. Then he made a copy of the booklet, Beifong’s likely purposeful mistakes and all.
Once he was finished, he plucked out a belt from seemingly one of the many women Beifong had been with and sowed the one remaining jade into it.
Then he tossed everything into Beifong’s spatial ring, stored away what he had gained, and left his abode.
**
Theron walked into Daggers of the Night cloaked, his expression calm.
The old man was waiting at the same desk, but this time Theron didn’t pull out proof of his mission completion immediately. Since the old man had given him the mission in secret, it was hard to tell if he wanted this matter to be publicized or not.
Plus, if Theron brought out Beifong’s head here, wouldn’t everyone be able to connect to his real identity? Although he knew many in Daggers of the Night were already aware, that didn’t mean making it common knowledge would be a good thing. ℞àNȪＢÊŚ
The old man looked up and then stood.
Theron followed him.
…
By the time Theron caught up, the old man was already at his stone table. So, he simply deposited the head there. Stay updated with
“I hear you killed quite a few people.”
“What can I say? They tried to ruin my wedding with a beauty.”
The old man gave him a glance.
“How did you do it?”
Theron blinked. “Do what?”
“Your weapon. Your change in blade style.”
“… I don’t understand? What’s so special about that?”
“Do you think you’re speaking with a child?” the old man asked.
Theron shook his head, unsheathing his dagger.
In one moment, it rested in his palm. In the next, it was hovering in the air.
“I focus on control. It’s not that difficult.”
The old man’s eyes narrowed. He could feel the small droplets of water around Theron’s blade.
“It’s called buoyancy. The denser the fluid, and the more of it that is displaced, the more buoyancy there is.”
“You expect me to believe that you can increase the density of water vapor to this extent? The amount of pressure you would need would form something more violent than a bomb.”
“Have you never seen a genius before?”
Theron’s dagger spun in his palm, dancing and weaving.
In truth, he hadn’t been able to do this just yesterday. But the principles of [Water Prison], especially how it increased water pressure and density, making a meter depth of water feel like a thousand-meter depth, helped him apply this now.
It looked invisible, but the old man could certainly feel the large amount of Water Mana pulsing in the air.
“You’re already breathing hard and you expect me to believe that?”
Theron raised an eyebrow as though he was looking at an idiot. Even though the old man was right, and beads of sweat were already falling down his brow, he still looked in control.
“It was raining.”
The old man’s eyes narrowed. He had no refutation for that.
Other Water Mancers found it almost impossible to take advantage of rain. But given the control Theron displayed, maybe it was only natural that he could do what they couldn’t.
“And what does that have to do with your blade style?”
“That’s something I created on my own. I’ll never be able to do what Flux Mancers can, so I thought why try and copy them when I can make my own path? I’m sure I’m not the first to try to embody the essence of an Element with a blade style.
“What is with this questioning, old man? You’re the one who’s supposed to be teaching me, not the other way around.”
“You created that blade style… on your own?”
“Well, have you seen it anywhere else?”
“I’m not a Water Mancer.”
“Well, that’s good, because I definitely wasn’t going to teach you even if you were. Now can we get to business, please? I’m owed two million bronzes and extra rewards on top of that. Who am I negotiating with?”
“Me,” the old man said.
Theron made a weird face. “What’s that supposed to mean? You want to be the middleman and snatch away my rewards?”
The old man’s lip twitched. “… No. The Patriarch of the Luminescent Moon Sect is a good friend of mine. The mission wasn’t made public, only you and I know of it.”
“Is that so? If he’s such a good friend, then invite him here to have tea. I’d prefer not to use a middleman, who knows how much you’ll try to stiff me out of?”
The old man was truly speechless this time, but before he could respond, laughter came from the far-off distance.
“I never thought you’d have such a day, old man.”
A figure fluttered in from the skies.
Theron hadn’t been there then, but if he had been… he would have known that this was the second voice on the mountain peak the day of the culling.