“Source?” Angor looked at Jon, puzzled.
“Remember ‘Gaia’s Consciousness’ I mentioned? My guess is… This world has a giant, aggregated consciousness. It runs indifferently, with absolute fairness. It rejects all foreign souls, it is the consciousness of the world. As for my body… Maybe it did this to me,” Jon turned to look at Angor. “To put it simply, my body is unaccustomed to this land, because I don’t belong to this world.”
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Inside the well decorated hall, under the crystal glazed chandelier, two figures sat on both sides of a long rectangular table. Both of them had several fully armored knights standing behind them.
On the left, was the next title successor of the Padt Manor, Leon Padt, wearing tightly-knitted eyebrows.
On the right sat a middle-aged man wearing silver armor, a big brown beard and obscured face, Eton Morn.
Count Eton Morn, a member from the Morn Family, the backbone of Goldspink Empire. A family that lived for centuries and famous for their bravery and combat skills.
Currently, a great number of elite members of the family were fighting against the Heylan Imperials on the front line. Nobody knew why count Eton suddenly decided to visit Grue Town.
There was only silence. Knights on both sides stood against the presence of the other family, which became more overwhelming by the second. Naturally, the fierce and powerful knights from the Morn Family quickly gained advantage over the ones from Padt Manor who never witnessed a fight. One of the Padt knights even lost grip of his sword because of the tension, which fell onto the floor with a loud CLANG. With this, Leon frowned again and could only speak first:
“My apologies. My knights don’t really know the conventions,” Leon waved a hand, his knights immediately saluted with a bend and took one step back. The simple gesture easily diffused the surging momentum of the Morns. “Is count Eton’s sudden visit about supplies for the front line?”
The Heylan Imperial was not big, but most of their land were islands, scattered between the Granblue Ocean and the Storm Sea. Goldspink Empire didn’t have much naval force so they could only set up passive defenses along the shorelines against the invasion of Heylan.
When the defense dragged too long, fueled by the lack of fresh water near the sea, the responsibility of supplying food and water fell upon several towns and cities nearby. Grue Town was one of them.
Here, the supply was taken care of by the Padt Manor alone, thus the townspeople usually did not know about this. As the owner of the Padt Manor though, Leon knew very well of his responsibility.
“Thanks to the Padt Manor, if not for you our vanguard camp would not make it through these months,” Count Eton showed his courtesy first, then abruptly changed the topic, “There is nothing wrong with food and water supply, I came today to inquire about something.”
“About?” Leon raised an eyebrow.
Eton chuckled, which wasn’t really clear behind the beard. However, Leon did not catch any hint of joy from Eton’s eyes.
“Viscount Padt, have you ever heard of the Morning Dew?”