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Chapter 81: Chapter 52 Soul-Searching Spell

Glass Island, Lohar District.

Sherlock scrutinized his surroundings carefully, following a path from his memory to find the stinking ditch and the mountain of trash.

Perhaps due to the intensified wastewater discharge from the factory, compared with the abandoned chemical factory in his dreams, the domestic rubbish here had piled up even more, and the water had become even fouler. It nearly sealed off the road, emitting an unpleasant stench of decay. As Sherlock leaned in to examine the garbage, disturbed cockroaches began to crawl out from beneath the mountain of waste.

Edward, who walked behind him, stood tall with tightly furrowed brows.

He stared deeply at the mountain of trash, with an expression of disgust clearly not wanting to move closer.

"...How did you discover this place, Hermes?"

Edward asked, standing still.

"First-hand information from an advancement ritual, my partner,"

Sherlock replied, without any concealment to his close friend: "Pass this place, climb over that small hill, and you'll see an abandoned chemical factory. The Sweater Brothers Association's hidden base is there."

"Then you step aside first."

Edward said.

Sherlock obediently stepped back, watching his friend, who gave off a deep, dark impression, draw one of the Elf Short Swords from his waist, pointing it forward.

White glowing runes lit up at his right wrist, quickly crawling towards the fingertips, ascending up the ridge of the short sword.

"——The law grants me the necessary right of passage."

With that command, a pure white radiance surged, and a storm roared.

Of course, he knew there was no connection. Because they simply weren't qualified enough.

The Sweater Brothers Association was just a band of petty thieves. Though they mixed with Transcendents and might be somewhat troublesome for ordinary people... the "Noble Red" Society probably wouldn't give them a second glance.

However, it was fine if Sherlock thought that way.

On the contrary, it was better that way, Edward thought to himself.

He knew his lazy and defiant old friend possessed considerable adaptability on the Path of Wisdom and was extremely sensitive to the truth. He had come along because he was afraid that Sherlock might really find something on his own. Discover exclusive tales on m,v l'e-novelhall.net

Although his father hadn't made it explicit, Edward had roughly guessed the conspiracy behind the Pelican Bar.

Those people came from the Noble Red Society.

On the surface, it was an organization of Demon Scholars mostly comprised of Avalonians, with a few instructors from Star Antimony mixed in.

But Edward knew more.

They weren't just an illegal Transcendent organization; they were a faction funded by the Alktos Kingdom, intent on overthrowing the rule of the Avalonian Knights.

The reason was simple. Their leader was a Giant.

Their Giant bloodline harked back to 400 years ago, to the Giant Dynasty from the Alktos Kingdom, which had been overthrown by the founding Monarch of Avalon, Lancelot I, with the support of the Elves.

At that time, in this narrow island country, the strong and brave Giant King ruled and sheltered the diminutive humans. They were so powerful that they could maintain peace and independence under the influence of the empire.

Even though there is no evidence proving that the leader has royal blood of Alktos, there is no doubt he is one of the extremely rare Giants on the continent today. In "Alktos", Giants were basically nobility—so even if he wasn't royalty, he was at least a noble from the former dynasty.

Among the other high ranks of the Noble Red Society, there were many Half-blood Giants. Though not as tall and sturdy as their leader, they were superior to ordinary humans. The "Noble Red" implied in the Society's name refers to their noble lineage.