Above The Sky
Chapter 117 - 117 109 The Defector 810

117: Chapter 109: The Defector (8/10) 117: Chapter 109: The Defector (8/10) “A very good feeling…”

Looking around, Ian said softly, his gaze sweeping over the items and chairs as if it were tangible: “These cracks, fragile spots, and even the wood-boring beetles wriggling in the timber are all so clear…”

“The colors are distinct and layered, and I can even see every specific detail, just like when I once saw the totem knife on Elan’s body…

Is this the result of the enhancement of my Spirit Energy?”

Since the enemy’s Spirit Energy could send back information through sound, it proved there had to be some connection between his Spirit Energy and his physical body.

Before I couldn’t see that invisible link, but now, I feel like I can clearly see it.

Even perhaps to probe in reverse, to see the location of the other party!

Closing his mouth, the young man shook his head and took a step forward, opening Elan’s room.

At that moment, Elan was intently watching two beetles fighting on the windowsill.

It was a type of small insect, similar to ladybugs, that nests in wood and stone cracks.

Sensing the movement behind him, he turned his head and saw his brother, whose eyes were shining brightly.

“Brother?”

Elan started to speak in confusion.

So the purple Spirit Energy mark atop the boy’s head was triggered and activated.

Then…

the vibration was transmitted!

At that moment, Ian’s eyes widened.

Having taken a perception-boosting potion that also enhanced his Spirit Energy, he clearly saw how the previously blurry deep purple mist, after a series of flickers, suddenly extended!

It was like a strand of spider silk— a hazy, seemingly abstract streak of light turned into a nebulous misty line, reaching straight to the far end of the sky!

Not only that, but throughout the entire city, thousands upon thousands of threads were stretching, quivering.

The whole Harrison Port…

was simply blanketed by a purple spider web, and in an instant, countless voices were transmitted!

“I see it!”

Immediately after closing the door under Elan’s puzzled gaze, Ian turned and whispered to Hiliard, who had followed him to the room door, “He’s in the west of the city…

No, further away, he’s already left the city!”

“Teacher, his current location is in the native gathering area of Redwood Forest, or around the Purple Leaf Forest…”

Although unable to directly see the other party’s location, relying on the powerful sensing capability of Foresight View, Ian could assert with responsibility that the other party was in the area he pointed out!

——Buzz.

And in that instant, with a loud noise, Hiliard, who had been standing solemnly in front of Ian, vanished.

“What…”

His pupils dilated, even with Ian’s First-Level Sublimator status and the dynamic vision enhanced by the perception potion; he still hadn’t been able to see when exactly the old knight disappeared.

All he could see and sense was the already open door, as well as the window curtains and clothes that were still blowing in the wind.

The warm breeze of June wafted into the room, bringing with it the moist air of the coast.

“…How strong was Teacher originally?

And it should have just been surveillance, right?

If we’re going to kill that knight, we need to wait until our trap is ready…”

Blinking, trying to grasp what had just happened, Ian exhaled and shook his head, either in surprise or resignation: “Oh well, it was the promise I made to Teacher, but this is too hasty.”

The young man was very clear that the old knight’s deployment was inevitable.

After all…

Hiliard was the loser of the Dark Moon turmoil decades ago, descending from a celebrated and powerful notable to now living in hiding as a wanted man.

All of his past would be cleansed, altered, and completely eradicated.

So why could his apprentice still survive, and continue to work as ‘Inspector Knights’ theoretically for the ‘Emperor’s Confidant’?

As a knight, or at least one who considers himself a knight.

Hiliard would never tolerate a ‘traitor’ among his past disciples— not even an apprentice he taught for just a short time!

Thinking this, Ian shook his head slightly; he could not stop what was coming.

“Brother, what happened just now?”

Meanwhile, the door opened, and Elan, with a puzzled face, poked his head out, looked left and right, and then asked in confusion, “The door, why is it open?”

“…It’s nothing, I just didn’t close the door properly.

The wind blew it open.”

After a moment of silence, Ian leaned over and hugged Elan, saying calmly with a smile, “It might rain this afternoon, better not to go out.”

“I’ll go outside and bring back some novel plants for you in a bit, perhaps even Sublimation Plants?”

“Yay!”

Blinking in confusion, Elan, who hadn’t quite grasped the situation, instantly let go of his previous doubts upon hearing Ian’s promise and cheered happily, “Big brother, you’re the best!”

On the other side.

“…Viscount Grant has already granted me authority, I can command everyone except for his personal Knights——that naturally includes you scouts as well.”

In a hidden camp among the Purple Leaf Forest, Weyges frowned as he surveyed the several uneasy and pale-faced scouts before him.

He clapped his hands and patiently consoled them, “Rest assured, I’m not sending you off to be cannon fodder…

If I really did that, Viscount Grant would report me to the Knight Order, do you think I don’t understand how important the intelligence network is?”

“All I need is for you to take me into the natives’ rear, then you can retreat.

I’ll handle the capture and interrogation myself, ensuring that we won’t be discovered.”

The seven scouts present exchanged looks.

They had received the secret summons of Viscount Grant and hurriedly gathered at this safe camp from all over, only to find that the newcomer was an emissary from The Empire, an Inspector Knight.

That wasn’t too strange.

The Empire, after all, would send down lords from time to time, and that was normal.

The black-haired Knight had a handsome face and spoke gently and kindly, more reasonable than those lords who were difficult to talk to, and he clearly understood the work of intelligence.

Still, the seven scouts hesitated to speak.

“What’s the matter, all so timid?

Do the scouts of the Southern Border have so little courage?”

Weyges narrowed his eyes, sensing something off about these scouts.

He casually pointed at one, “You, tell me, what are the names of the tribes that worship the four Totem Masters, and where are they located?”

“Ah, me?”

The pointed scout looked quite young, seemingly just barely twenty.

He helplessly glanced at his colleagues to either side and then, under the watchful gaze of all his fellow scouts, stuttered, “Actually…

uh, the Redwood Natives say there are four Totems, but there are actually five Totem Masters…”

“And of the great tribes, only two true names remain.

The Mist Nest Tribe has declined, still settling in the Miasma Forest; Mountain Tide Tribe, after merging with the Forest Sea Tribe, is now the co-ruler of the Great Redwood Forest, living in their ancestral land by Ivorybone Mountain…

Only the Soaring Surge Tribe can somewhat resist the pressure of the Mountain Tide Faction, now roaming along the western coast, hunting and fishing…

”

“Soaring Surge Tribe, huh…

That’s a really simple and straightforward name; it saves me the trouble of figuring it out.

Yep, that’s the one.”

Thinking of the two Gargantuan Eels that might be blocked by his tutor, the black-haired Knight heard the information he wanted and nodded in satisfaction, “See, you know quite a lot, don’t you?

Pick two who are familiar with the routes, take me to the western coast to capture a prisoner, and I’ll put in a good word for you.”

All the scouts looked up, their expressions shocked as they looked at him, but not one dared to respond to his words.

“What’s the matter?”

Noticing the lack of response, Weyges raised his eyebrows.

He didn’t use Spirit Energy, nor did he get angry at their silence.

He simply read their faces and realized there was something wrong with how the scouts were behaving.

So he feigned the most ordinary lordly attitude to scold them, “Are you bumpkins still scared?

I’ve already said you don’t need to worry, I am at the Second Energy Level, an elite Knight with a title, even if you call the Totem Spirit, those rustic tribal natives of yours could not possibly stop me!”

“And what if you really died?

Won’t I provide funeral expenses?

If you disobey, I can execute you on the spot in the name of an Inspector Knight!”

“No, no, Lord…”

Immediately, an elder scout trembled and knelt down to prostrate himself, “It’s just…

what information do you really want, sir?

We’re all old-timers here, is there any way you can get what you want to know without needing to capture prisoners…

”

——There’s definitely a secret.

Nodding thoughtfully, Weyges already had his answer, yet he still threatened, “The things I’m looking to investigate are true royal secrets, unrelated to all the little bits of intelligence from minor places like this!”

“Stop the nonsense, take me there, that’s an order!”

Without a doubt, for these scouts who came from common folk, Weyges’ status as an Inspector Knight and his Imperial backing were indeed enough to make them shake in their boots—yet it was precisely because of such threats that the scouts were even more afraid to speak.

The black-haired Knight nodded slightly; he had guessed the answer, but couldn’t yet be sure.

Therefore, a pale white glow lit up in his dark green eyes, like a spider’s thread of light, shining directly into the eyes of a scout who wore a fearful expression.

A voice…

a voice belonging to the mind was echoing.

Listened carefully…

and then Weyges literally burst into laughter.

“I truly wasn’t ready to believe it.”

As the glow faded and the Spirit Energy ceased, the Knight shook his head in disbelief, lifted his hand, and pointed at the paralyzed scouts in front of him, “So Viscount Grant actually did collude with the natives?!”

All the scouts lifted their heads in astonishment.

——They hadn’t uttered a word, how did the Knight lord from the Imperial Capital guess everything?!