No need to look back, just the sulfur smell in the air already told Jason what had happened.
An unprecedented massive explosion!
An explosion that tore the Taor ‘Dark Guardians’ to shreds!
The carriage stopped again.
Jason and Peters stood on top of the carriage, looking towards Taor.
Half of Taor had become ruins!
The explosion was centered, releasing energy in an instant, transforming into a huge shockwave that left Taor’s city center in ruins. From Jason’s perspective, Taor looked like a bizarre flower, its petals ugly and its core ferocious.
It was extremely unsettling to look at.
“Let’s bypass Rob as well, we’ll resupply in a farther place.”
Peters strongly agreed with this decision.
If it weren’t for the insufficient supplies and the fact that the carriage wasn’t his, Peters even hoped that Jason would abandon the carriage and trek with him from even more remote places to Hans Port.
From dusk till dawn, and then to the afternoon of the next day.
The carriage sped along, bypassing all the towns toward the direction of Taor.
When the carriage neared the vicinity of Rob, Peters finally slowed down.
It wasn’t that Peters didn’t want to bypass Rob directly; it was that the two horses pulling the carriage were just too tired. If they continued, they would likely drop dead on the spot.
Jumping down from the driver’s seat, Peters lifted his hand to stroke the exhausted horses, massaging them with special techniques to relieve their fatigue. Meanwhile, he began to feed the horses some high-quality bean cakes, then brought two large buckets of water in front of the horses, letting them lower their heads to drink at will.
The horses stuck out their tongues to lick at the water.
During this process, Peters stood holding the two buckets the entire time.
There was a trace of tenderness in his eyes.
It was a natural affection for animals.
Only after the horses had their fill and started to rest did Peters finally knock on the carriage door.
Hearing the sound, Jason put down his book and stepped out of the carriage.
“I’m very sorry, Mr. Jason.”
“I previously concealed my identity.”
As soon as Jason stepped down from the carriage, Peters eagerly spoke. Jason didn’t say a word, silently listening to Peters’s story.
“I come from the Cat Hole school; just as Hume said, I have inherited the title of ‘Black Cat’.”
“Hume is the young man you saw earlier at Char’s Carriage Depot.”
“He’s considered my junior, and I don’t know when he joined the Revival Society.”
Mentioning Hume, Peters’s tone was full of concern.
In his heart, he was unwilling to admit that Hume knew about the last explosion because it went against everything Hume ever said or did; it was a deception to him.
Yet, he hoped Hume did know because only then would Hume be safe.
Otherwise, given Hume’s temperament, he would surely stir up trouble.
And the Revival Society would show no mercy to a troublemaker.
Breathing deeply a few times, Peters suppressed the anxiety in his heart and brought the conversation back on topic:
“Just as you are aware, the establishment of the Federation made all schools a thing of the past.”
“Under the range of countless cannons, the past glory turned to ashes and dust.”
“What remained was only the Griffin.”
“Or rather, the Griffin were the victors.”
“After all, the Federation is now known as the Griffin Federation.”
At this, Peters let out a wry smile.
His following words were even more melancholic.
“We should have realized when the Griffin defeated that era’s only Master, they had already secured the key victory. But no one wanted to surrender their authority and wealth at the time.”
“In the end, the great war erupted.”
“The Cat Hole, Bear Tower, Wolf Fortress, Snake Pit, Eagle Cliff, Tiger Mountain, and other schools were all wiped out.”