Chapter 530: Choking Green
“What lies in the darkness outside?”
With the light sneaking through the window, Ashe and the others could roughly discern that this place seemed to be a junk warehouse. Though dubbed as ‘junk’, the items within were far from worthless – peculiar parts of Dawn Powder, brilliant gold-black panels, and even a dust-covered yet remarkable Snow White engine. Undoubtedly, this warehouse housed the fragmented, sweet souls of the old era; they were the essence of wisdom, the details of civilization, greatness in the trivial.
But now they could only be piled up in this cold earth house haphazardly created by Earth spells, serving as seats for Ashe and his companions, quietly awaiting the erosion of time.
Faced with Igor’s question, Raven didn’t immediately answer and instead asked in return, “In your Kingdom, can people walk into the night at will?”
“Not just in our Kingdom, in the vast majority of Kingdoms, the night is merely an ordinary change in lighting; darkness itself isn’t something to be feared.”
“How do you know about the situation in other Kingdoms?”
“Because I’ve read quite a few Sorcerer’s Handbooks,” Igor replied with great certainty. “Though I haven’t read a lot, if darkness were prevalent, the likelihood of it being mentioned in the Sorcerer’s Handbooks should be high. Yet, I’ve never seen a single handbook mention such a thing.”
Ashe felt a bit puzzled. Igor’s words sounded reasonable at first, but in reality, they were quite illogical – he himself had read numerous Sorcerer’s Handbooks, yet never encountered any that mentioned the Bloodline Prohibition Law of the Blood Moon or the Gospel Ranking of the Gospel. To the residents of each Kingdom, the familiar things are not worth noting in a handbook of spells, just like nobody would boast about sunlight, peace, air, and sustenance – things they have never lacked, and thus never learned to cherish.
However, he glanced at Igor who was leaning toward Raven and understood immediately that the Con Artist was getting into his element – he remembered Igor mentioning that knowledge is a Con Artist’s best protective color, confidence their sharpest dagger.