Chapter 295: Eastern Pretenders!



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Blink. Blink.

Erm... Excuse them, but what do Fairytales have to do with this?

They were having a hard time wrapping their heads around this one. 

But swallowed their thoughts, wanting to see where this brat was going with this. Or could it be that the word fairytale was some secret code used to open the hidden chamber locking the missing streamers up? 

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Dorian chuckled, nodding at Old Hou, Haru, and Endo. 

Sure enough, it was time for the usual routine. 

"For your own good... Hand over your weapons."

Why?

Everyone held their weapons defensively, feeling more and more that this was a setup.

Don't blame them for having imaginative minds. 

Many from the military indeed trusted old Gia. But why were the people he sent so suspicious? Are they truly trustworthy? 

"Sir..."

What's your call? 

Everyone looked at Wiggins, Berry, Harry, and Elric as though waiting for heavenly orders. Julius also stood by, waiting for his father's command. 

He squinted his eyes, once again confirming the oddity of the situation. "Father... Whatever you decide, this son of yours will follow."

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Hmm?

Elric's aura grew colder as he slowly marched forward, standing face to face with Dorian as though about to square off.

'The boy has guts.' Elric inwardly commented. 

Make no mistake. His murderous aura was a fierce one that has made grown men wet themselves. 

Others can't even look him in the eye when he gets serious. Yet, the brat still dawned a lazy and playful look when facing him.

But though he was impressed, he still maintained his stance. 

"Boy... I hope you know what you're doing because if this is a trap, then you best believe I will fight you with every last drop of my blood!"

So what if this imp ran some powerful organization? 

Even if he failed in battling the brat, he would make sure to first annihilate and cripple over 70% of the boy's forces before going down!!!

No matter the cost, he, Elric Montague, was a man of his word. 

As for Haru and the rest, they didn't move, only humbly watching the scene. 

It was understandable for anyone to have doubts. If it were them, they too would feel cheated if asked to hand over their weapons. 

So they knew how these people felt. But no matter what, the weapons must be handed in. There was no other way. 

Elric and Dorian seemed to be in a fierce staring battle, with no one backing down.

It was more accurate to say that Elric stared at Dorian with a serious look while Dorian maintained his usual expression as though not fazed by anything. 

Augh~

It was like hitting a brick wall with cotton. 

"Fine!... Have it your way then... We'll drop our weapons, but don't think we have no way to call in for backup if things go wrong."

Yes.

They were still allowed to stay with their phones, walkie-talkies, and other communication devices, some of which would still be active even if one's phone signal was low or nonexistent.

So blocking one's phone signal wouldn't be an issue for them.

Radio waves and other private frequency channels were what these devices relied on. 

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Additionally, Eric's watch had a button that, with one click, would send his many forces to this spot. 

Again, they were only handing in their guns.

At least, for those who carried tasers, they were indeed allowed to hold onto them. 

These Eastern people's only worries were guns and any grenades or explosives they might carry. 

Hmph! 

Party poopers. 

What's wrong with a little grenade action? 

Many carefully gave their weapons and explosives to the Academy Elders, inwardly grumbling about the matter. 

As for Elric, Julius, Wiggins, Harry, and Berry, they couldn't help wondering what sort of wonderful place they were heading into that couldn't allow ammunition to cross over. 

Everyone saw the elders keep the weapons by their side before joining Dorian to sit cross-legged in meditation. 

"..."

What was going on here? 

"Hold on. Why aren't you taking us in now?"

Dorian pointed at the moon. "1 hour more."

He closed his eyes again, not bothering with them any longer. 

Who am I? What am I? Why am I listening to this brat?

Many were boiling in rage. 

"What did he say?"

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"Field Marshall Harry! I can't take this anymore! They're clearly playing with us and stinging us along."

"That's right! Which of us isn't a dragon in our perspective fields? In all my years, I've never heard of any technology that will reject ammunition and rely on the moon to open its doors."

"Garbage! I think they're all rubbish people, here to play a fast one on us."

"Field Marshall Berry, you think about it. These people are pretenders. What do they mean by acting so mysteriously?"

"Tsk. I think they haven't figured things out yet, and are just here to pretend."

"Wait... Hold on, everyone... Didn't this guy talk about fairytales earlier? So could it be that the people who designed the hidden passageway did so while adapting various fairytale-like mechanisms?"

Hey... Now that they mentioned it? Maybe there was some truth to the matter, though deep down, they still didn't believe it. 

Never in their lives have they witnessed such a confusing, ridiculous mechanism like this. 

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Wiggins thinned his lip, finally sighing in defeat and joining these foreigners to sit in wait. 

Looking at their watch, they still had 57 minutes more before whatever mechanism opens. 

So do you expect him to stay standing in wait?

"Old man, sit down." He tugged on Elric's pants, and in no time, the group sat opposite these Easterners. 

Now they wait. 

Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock... 

Time moved as slowly as a snail, every second building more and more anxiety in the atmosphere. 

When speaking, many whispered their opinions, not knowing these Easterners had heard everything. 

After all, as exercises, their sight, speed, and hearing were far better than a person who hasn't broken out of their mortal shell yet. 

They heard every bad speculation about themselves but didn't care.

They found that after becoming exorcists who could live for hundreds and thousands of years, their tempers became better, and they generally didn't care about such worldly personal gossip.

What's the use of getting angry, knowing it won't be long better they deliver a fierce face slap? 

Many shrugged and began going over specific techniques and skills learned within the Academy. Some imagined themselves sword fighting, others using Spears, and so on.

But why didn't they cultivate? 

Simple! 

The qi here was too evil. And according to their Grandmaster, they risk getting contaminated. 

So unless the formation is undone and the space purified, they dared not send such devilish qi into their Daitain.

Of course, Haru, Endo, Old Hou, and Dorian were the other ones who knew how to dispel the evil essence engulfing each qi wisp before absorbing it. 

It was just that Dorian was way faster than the other elders. 

The technique wasn't a come one but required a certain skill level. For now, none of the disciples had reached a worthy rank to learn such skills. 

Like so, everyone waited for time to pass, some people feeling it had been an eternity since they sat.

Some began carefully strolling around as though trying to look for close by themselves, while others speculated on what unique technology was used to trap these missing streamers. 

Well, it made sense if one thought deeply. 

No airports, roadways, or people spotted the missing live streamers. 

Again, there was no sign of them leaving this place. So maybe the kidnappers and the streamers were hidden deep underneath the gravesite, right under their noses.

These criminals probably wanted to lay low before waiting for the right opportunity to sneak away with the missing streamers. 

They knew exactly what they were doing and were sure and confident in their abilities to outsmart everyone. 

Yes... 

These criminals cleared the scene and hid below. 

Blah, blah, blah, blah. 

Speculation, speculation. 

This was how some people passed their time. And soon, it was 5 minutes to showtime. 

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Whoosh! 

The academy members opened their eyes simultaneously, calmly taking to their feet. And everyone else hastily stood too. 

Wiggin's eyes flashed with a strange light. 

Alright.

It's time to see what this whole thing is about. 

It would be a lie to say he wasn't curious. 

He also wanted to know what skills this brat had to make many people respect him. 

In no time, the academy elders and disciples formed a diamond-shaped formation, with the elders standing on the major points.

"Everyone, stay within the space."

Sure. Whatever.

Many rolled their eyes, letting these academy people form a wall around them.

Hmph!

As trained personnels with their ranks and titles, did they need these people to protect them?

Many scoffed, but soon, something happened that left their jaws touching the floor.

They... Have they developed the ability to daydream with their eyes open? 

Or else, how can such a thing be real?

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