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Chapter 792 - 444: Father, please don’t contact me anymore, I’m afraid the academy might misunderstand_3

Chapter 792: Chapter 444: Father, please don’t contact me anymore, I’m afraid the academy might misunderstand_3

"Are you certain, the newly risen myth is that Golden Knight?"

Having completed his mission and just returned to the academy, the Prince of the Red Sand Nation was flabbergasted.

That’s hardly a mystery!

He murmured, "Core students..."

Before this, whether it was him or other strong individuals, everyone only harbored a bit of envy towards the status of core students. First, the core benefits were very mysterious, and secondly, the academy advocated for equality. Core students and official students weren’t necessarily superior to provisional students. Core status was simply a mark of a head start, indicating their more outstanding contributions.

Those who strutted about merely because they were official students would either be warned or expelled.

There weren’t many such fools.

But being able to stand on an equal footing with core students did not mean that the Six Senses could be equal to myths.

Myths are... the sky!

The Six Senses still stand on the earth.

Two hundred years later, the strong among the Six Senses would have turned to bones, while youth still adorns those under the myth’s crown.

Prince Atula of the Red Sand Nation looked at his two attendants and asked:

"This Prince... Could my mission record rank within the top three among the current students, wouldn’t you agree?"

The two attendants didn’t even need to think before nodding.

"My combat power and potential can rank within the top three, or even second or first among the current students, you say that’s correct, don’t you?"

The two attendants nodded firmly.

"The torch of inheritance must be carried on, and mankind must endure, we will surely lift the torch of legacy and dispel the darkness of the prolonged night, you agree, right."

The two attendants had large question marks on their foreheads, but still nodded.

...

In the Great Domain of Yunhui, Red Sand Nation, the capital.

The King of the Red Sand Nation, already a myth, showed some signs of fatigue on his face from his hard work.

There was no helping it, being the poorest and least resourceful country among the seven great nations, they suffered the most from the Dark River disaster. The already poor Red Sand economy was now facing even tougher times.

He would have liked to defend against it, but the disaster was formless, its impact traceless, how could one counter it with their head?

"Does the Central Sacred Court also have no solution?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Sacred Court has not shown any action, but the impact on the Sacred Court is very minimal."

The King sighed inwardly and asked another question.

"What about us, has the research institute found anything?"

"We have discovered that by using the vitality of plants, we can barely curb the spread of decay, greatly slowing down the depletion of resources. However... acquiring and cultivating these high-grade plants is incredibly costly, especially since our Red Sand Nation has very few native plants, and we must purchase most high-grade ones from Ancientwood Country."

"Moreover, this method can only slow things down, it’s not a permanent solution."

The disaster involved various aspects, including the tangible ’Mysterious Evil Rampage’. Red Sand Nation wasn’t afraid of Mysterious Evil laying siege, but the ensuing trade route disruptions dealt another blow to their economy.

The intangible impact was even greater.

This is a natural disaster.

Under a natural disaster, humans can only struggle and endure one devastating blow after another.

"According to my subordinates, the Torchbearer Academy is taking this disaster very seriously, sending hundreds of students with at least four senses to investigate everywhere. It is said that several myth-level instructors have left the school and delved into dangerous territories."

"However, my subordinates cannot ascertain the progress of the Torchbearer Academy’s investigations."

The King of the Red Sand Nation stroked his chin.

"That’s quite normal."

"No matter how generous and selfless the Torchbearer Academy is, it’s still a power. But, it’s quite surprising that the Torchbearer Academy has actually taken significant action," the King mused.

The collaboration was forceful due to the Academy’s strength and covetous of its facilities.

It does not mean they believed the Torchbearer Academy’s words.

But now, it seemed that the ones in charge at Torchbearer Academy might be idealists. Can idealists still exist in this terrible world?

Speaking of Torchbearer Academy, the King of the Red Sand Nation showed a bit of a smile.

No matter how much he dreaded Torchbearer, at least the Red Sand Nation profited from the academy. The citizens who went there to study improved genuinely. And those citizens, not including the royal family, if some of them returned to Red Sand, it was a huge profit.

Their princes and princesses also performed quite well.

"I’ve heard that Atula has improved the fastest and has been far more impressive than his older siblings who had also received study abroad placements."

"Yes, Your Majesty, not long ago, Prince Eighteen killed a six-star Mysterious Evil Eight-armed Giant with a single punch. With Prince Eighteen’s foundation and potential, a bright future and myth status are hopeful."

"Hmm..."

The King of Red Sand nodded slightly.

After dismissing his subordinate, he took out a Crystal Ball engraved with dense runes. The sphere blinked and twinkled with light in his hands. After a while, the communication was connected, and the voice of Prince Eighteen, Atula, came from within the Crystal Ball.

"Good day, Father King."

The King exchanged pleasantries with his young son and inquired about Atula’s cultivation progress and the situation at the academy.

He nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, just as the communication was about to be terminated, Atula’s hesitant voice came from within the Crystal Ball.

"Father King..."

"Speak your mind; what good is hesitating!

"Yes, Father King. I wish you would contact me less frequently, I... I fear the academy might misunderstand."

The Crystal Ball flickered softly, illuminating the King of Red Sand Nation’s dumbfounded face.