Chapter 28
"Damn it, that Cauchy youngster, is he that Spirit Shaman?" Chris's expression was grim. Although he already knew that the Cauchy people and Negri were closely related, he didn't think that young man would be a Spirit Shaman.
"I wonder what kind of answer they will give this time." Chris had already understood a certain amount of information. "Negri's power might be stronger than we expected."
Recalling Bukittel's memories, the other party had invited him to share his life through germs, which would allow him to surpass the limits of human life. This way, the number of people who would submit to Negri would be terrifying.
Even from Bukittel's memories, he had to admit that he had an indescribable charm, that sense of fatal danger, that deep sense of foreboding. If a weak-willed person stood in front of Negri, they would probably choose to submit to Negri out of fear.
"Are you Mr. Chris?" A voice suddenly sounded.
Chris looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man in a black robe standing not far from the alley, looking at him.
"Sir Comoros has ordered us to invite you over. We have already agreed to your request." The black-robed man said in a deep voice, "We will arrange for you to meet Isabella and her daughter, but whether or not you can take them away will depend on your ability."
"Really?" As Chris looked at the black-robed men in front of him, he knew that they were the Cauchy Crowmen who protected the order of Reystromia. Through their rhythms, Chris could sense their unusual life force.
"Has he been modified by Negri?" Chris thought to himself. He was thinking about how he should defeat the other party if a conflict were to occur.
"Please follow me." The black-cloaked man turned around and walked in another direction. Chris squinted his eyes and followed. He was the vanguard, while Augustin and the others were high-ranking members of the Church of Divine Grace, they would be greatly hindered if they wanted to come here.
Before Chris arrived here, the upper echelons of the Interkam Kingdom were already engaged in various exchanges and struggles over this matter. If nothing unexpected happened, it wouldn't be long before Augustin arrived with reinforcements.
Only then would they have the confidence to bring Isabella away from here. Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult for Chris to protect Isabella and her daughter by himself.
"This is the place, Mr. Chris, please go in" the black robed Crowmen led Chris to a luxurious manor and helped him push open the door.
"Thank you," Chris said in a deep voice and walked toward the door without hesitation.
"There's no need to thank me, Mr. Chris. I admire you a lot, and I hope to have a chance to fight you." The black-robed Crowmen politely replied, then pulled down his hood to reveal a face full of black runes: "My name is Nozades, I look forward to that day"
Chris glanced at the black runes on Nozades' face, nodded, and went inside. After walking through a long hallway, he arrived at a large hall where he saw a young man praying.
"Legendary adventurer Chris Modo, it is an honor to meet you, I am Comoros" the young man finished praying and stood up.
Comoros still maintained his 18-19 year old appearance, 10 years of time didn't really affect his appearance at all, but if you looked closely at his temperament, you would find that he had completely changed.
Originally, Comoros was nothing but a cowardly young man who had been driven to madness, but now, anyone who saw him would think of the same thing — — eerie.
It was as if there was something extremely terrifying hidden deep inside this man's heart, and with a single moment of carelessness, that dangerous thing would jump out from his body and devour anyone who looked at him.
"Leader Comoros, it is an honor to meet you" Chris looked at the eerie young man in front of him and recalled the information he had on Comoros.
It was this person who brought back Negri's faith, and it was through Negri's faith that he became the leader of the Crowmen who established the order of Reystromia. In Reystromia, aside from Negri, he held the most authority, truly standing above everyone else.
But now that they had met, through [Respiratory Art], Chris sharply noticed Comoros's uncoordinated rhythm.
The main secret of [Respiratory Art] was to merge oneself with the rhythm of all living things through breathing. The human body was a part of all living things, so it naturally had its own unique rhythm. In fact, each person's rhythm was different, and it would change according to their condition.
An outstanding practitioner of the [Respiratory Technique] was able to discern the incongruity of a person's rhythm and determine where a disease had occurred. Therefore, many disguises were useless in front of a practitioner of the [Respiratory Technique], unless they could change their own natural rhythm.
But now, Comoros's rhythm was extremely strange, even stranger than the Crowmen's. The Crowmen's rhythm seemed to be mixed with something strange that caused their own rhythm to change, while Comoros's rhythm seemed to be a forced fusion of two different kinds of rhythm.
"This chaotic and ominous feeling, just sensing the rhythm alone is enough to instill fear in people. Could it be Negri?" Chris sighed in relief. This Comoros in front of him was basically Negri. After all, more than half of his existence had already been corrupted by Negri and turned into puppets that only knew how to obey.
"Isabella and her daughter are in the back hall. You can go see them now. As for whether they want to go with you, that's up to you," Comoros said calmly. "One more thing, don't disturb the order in Reya."
Chris nodded, walked around Comoros and entered the back hall, only to see Isabella who was sitting on a chair a bit uneasily, as well as Nala who was looking around curiously.
"Lady Isabella, greetings" Chris walked up to the mother and daughter and used [Respiratory Art] to sense their rhythm. Isabella's rhythm was normal, aside from the large amount of spreading germs in her body due to living in Reya all year round, she only had a few minor illnesses.
But the thing that truly shocked Chris was Nala. This little girl's rhythm wasn't any weaker than Chris's, and there were even dragon roars within her rhythm, not even the spreading germs had appeared on her body.
"Has the bloodline of the Son of Dragon been awakened? Is Nala the Saintess of Salvation in the prophecy? " Chris looked at Nala's pure eyes and saw a hint of golden light, finally believing the prophecy of the witch.
"I believe Madam has already guessed the purpose of my visit. Please be prepared, Madam. Not long after, someone will bring Madam back to the country," Chris said to Isabella, who had a complicated expression on her face.
Isabella's lips twitched a bit before she finally spoke:
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