"What kind of monster popped out of a crack in the rock, and how come he’s so strong? Is he transformed from Spirits or a different kind?"
Cohen Vanter sat at the desk with his head in his hands, the bloodshot-eyed youngster looking at the intelligence laid out before him—the quintet had spent the entire day gathering all the information they could, including intelligence obtained from the apprentices of the various churches in Carterburg, news from the military internal affairs publications, special issues from Pamir City, the newly resumed Silent Hill Daily, and the conflict that occurred with the investigator from the royal Transcendent Incident Investigation Department this morning.
Every single piece, each piece of evidence, was indicating just how powerful this kid named Malin Gaiate was.
Although Cohen really wanted to ask how a mere mortal could be so strong, the intelligence said that he was at least Silverblood—meaning he was at least the child of two pure and powerful Silver Folk, a child of heaven, or less pleasantly put, an illegitimate child of the Goddess of Fate.
Any other protagonist in these events would probably be pushing up daisies by now.
Jiaxi slumped on the bench, the young man puff puffing away at his long-stemmed pipe, occasionally picking up a piece of the newspaper content: "Pamir City beheads the Chaos Prince? It sounds like a novel to me, how old is he anyway?"
Zhao Konghe laid sprawled across the table, the youth who had utterly lost confidence still could only remember the last piece of intelligence he saw—It is believed that Malin Gaiate beheaded an unknown broodmother Alien in Silent Hill, and the head has already been offered as a sacrifice to the God of Justice: "Did any of us possess such strength at his age?"
"Forget it, when I was fourteen and killed a Chaos warrior, I already boasted to high heavens among my friends circle." Jiaxi took a heavy drag from his cigarette, the youngster switched to another set of intelligence, this paper documented Malin taking the lead in Pamir City, fighting on the front lines throughout, always standing at the forefront of the bullet-ridden battlefield, which was exactly why those armed citizens followed him into battle: "The Church in Carterburg must be hiding this kid, Cassie, you’re an apprentice of the Church, haven’t you heard about him?"
"Not at all, the higher-ups should know the news, like the fact that he didn’t come to The Capital to compete, but we apprentices won’t be informed." Cassie Marim covered his forehead, leaning on the table as the young man looked over the intelligence in front of him again, then turned his head to look at his companion: "Engma, have you encountered him?"
"No, I looked in several places, and finally found out that he entered the Central District with a big-eared fox girl from the Church of Justice." Engma covered his face with his hands, the utterly disheartened youngster’s voice even carried a whine: "We’ve lost, I still can’t handle a Spider Mother Spirit by myself, and the thing he killed, called an Alien, from the information leaked by the investigation department, appears to be about a Chaos warrior taller than a spider in stature, and he wiped out the entire Alien nest with just a few people, at least fifteen Alien bodies were pulled from the site, that bastard Gaiate Sheringham, with over a dozen Alien heads, will reach The Capital tonight, and I hear even the esteemed Bishop of the Church of Justice is stirred, probably a grand sacrificial ritual will be held."
Jealousy and resentment tinged the young man’s voice.
"Yeah, I’ve got fresh news, he’s in the Central District now." Jiaxi discarded the butt of the smoke from his pipe, then lit a new one, the flame at his fingertips igniting it: "Tonight, it’s bound to be fun."
"Shut your damn mouth, can’t you say something human?" Cohen glared at Jiaxi, fury evident in the youngster’s eyes: "As Nobles, when were we ever concerned about this stuff, the issue now is how to get him killed!"
"I certainly can’t beat him." The Zhao family scion shook his head, looking at the intelligence on the paper before him, despair washed over him: "He could already slay the Black Bride alone two years ago, and today his power is even more unreachable for me, the sword dance I learnt is simply not enough to clash with him."
"What about the Assassin?" Cohen turned his head towards Jiaxi.
"I haven’t been able to contact him since this morning." The young man started puff puffing on his cigarette again: "I suspect he’s in the know, aware of whom we’re up against, so he ran away."
"So what are we going to do, the guy called Malin doesn’t resemble a giant, yet he has the strength of one, what’s scarier is that he’s shorter than all of us here, in other words, even if the Underground City collapses, we would still be the tall ones hit by the collapse first." Cassie looked at his difficult brothers and asked.
Then he noticed that all four had sat up straight.
"You are truly a genius, Cassie," exclaimed the Zhao family scion.
"I never knew Theologists would use science to solve a difficult question," Jiaxi said before taking a powerful drag of smoke: "Well done, Cassie."
"The problem now is where we can get so much blasting equipment." Cohen looked at his friends: "Engma, do you have a way?"
"I have a box of thirty sticks, the kind nobody knows I bought privately from the Dwarves caravan; I originally planned to use it against Chaos warriors during the trial; this time, the bastard gets lucky, but you’ll have to buy them from me at twice the market price." Engma looked at the four: "Whoever spills a word, I’ll never let them off, even as a ghost!"