Chapter 687: Chapter 227 Overlord Fist (Subscribe please)

Once the Orlan Remnants left, only Leonard Churchill and Barre Shepherd remained in the mine.

Those were all outsiders.

They seemed to be the true masters.

Jumping down the rock wall and standing on a chaotic pile of ruins, Leonard picked up those glowing “Muddy War Spirit Crystals” from among the rubble with great interest.

Although the mine was filled with these crystals everywhere you looked,

in the outside world, they were high-quality spirit materials that were hard to come by.

And Leonard’s own need for them was huge.

After all, he couldn’t stay in the mine forever to cultivate painstakingly; these crystal cores were like dry food to him, capable of increasing his mental power significantly.

The more, the better.

“Wow, the blast yielded a lot of crystal cores…”

Leonard searched all around, reaping a huge harvest.

This seventh tier of the mine was not only the most contaminated but also produced the highest quality crystal cores of the entire mine.

Above the fourth tier, most crystals were mere fragments.

A crystal the size of a fingernail was already considered top-notch.

But here, walnut-sized crystals were commonplace.

Even fist-sized crystals could occasionally be found.

During the two months Leonard stayed in the mine, he had actually combed through it in his spare time and knew there were more within the rock layers.

Unfortunately, the rock walls deeper in the mine became harder, comparable to an alloy, making mining extremely difficult.

Fortunately, the previous battle with the Death Knights had caused many rocks to collapse, and many crystal cores spilled out as a result.

The dignified New King of Orlan naturally wouldn’t do the job of picking up mining stones, something meant for the lowest of the low. He probably thought that the mine was his anyway, and the items wouldn’t escape, so he left in a huff.

This made things easier for Leonard.

He felt like he was mushroom picking in a forest, discovering a trove of mushrooms, one after another, almost too many to handle.

…

Meanwhile, Barre Shepherd stood in front of the bottomless pit, contemplating something.

Then he jumped down.

Before long, he leaped back up.

Seeing the man return, Leonard asked curiously, “Elder, did you discover anything?”

Considering that the New King of Orlan had just retrieved some broken armor from below, there might be more surprises awaiting.

“Nothing much.”

The old man shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Those people used Spirit Communication on the spirits of the Thirteen Masked Knights earlier; now the mental pollution is lessened in this hole. I jumped down to take a look. I could see the stele more clearly, but beyond that, it’s all darkness again. Couldn’t find the bottom.”

“Oh?”

Upon hearing this, Leonard walked over as well.

He stood beside the deep pit, looking down.

Before, it had been like a pool of ink, pitch black.

Now, it seemed shrouded in mist, with a black obelisk just barely visible.

Seeing its shape and style, Leonard muttered to himself, “Is it really the same model?”

It was identical to the one he had seen in the Underground Palace beneath Summer Shepherd City.

But at the same time, his curiosity intensified about what exactly was written on this stele?

He remembered that Catherine Carter was led by Elder Clinton to observe the stele and then comprehended Demonic Solution right after.

Leonard looked enviously.

Now faced with another stele, he couldn’t help but be curious to see for himself and asked, “Elder, what is written on that stele?”

Elder Clinton had been silent about it previously, likely out of avoidance of something.

Leonard wondered if this elder in front of him knew anything.

To his surprise, the old man resolutely shook his head and countered, “How should I know?”

As he spoke, he faced Leonard’s ‘how could you not know’ questioning gaze, feeling a bit embarrassed, but he did not forget to add, “That stele is written in High-level Demon Language. I’m not a Scholar; how could I understand it?”

Wrong assumption.

I thought you might be able to read it.

Leonard looked on wistfully, thinking to himself: I have already encountered several who could read it.

With that thought, he remembered that besides Elder Clinton, Colin, and Catherine Carter, there had been a cloaked person from Thirteen Masked Knights who had also seen the stele.

Now thinking back to that mask, he realized it belonged to a “Pursuer of Light.”

This prompted Leonard to spontaneously think: Could it be that the Pursuer of Light had also seen this stele?

After all, this mine had been discovered many years ago.

Or perhaps, this elder knew Elder Clinton?

Knowing either seemed like a curious twist of fate.

With this in mind, Leonard casually asked, “Elder, has anyone come to observe this stele before?”

…

At this question, Barre Shepherd seemed to recall something, pausing momentarily with a hint of solemnity appearing in his brow, and counterquestioned, “Why do you suddenly ask this?”

Leonard had just asked casually, but mulling over the tone, could there really be something?

He suddenly realized that this might be connected to some secret, and grew even more curious, saying, “I’ve come across a stele like this before. By the way, do you know Elder Clinton, nicknamed ‘Dog King’?”

He dared not be too explicit.

After all, the cause and effect associated with Elder Clinton were extremely lethal.

Even discussing it could entangle one.

This kind of cause and effect was not about strength or tier, but about life pattern.

“…”

At the mention of this, Barre Shepherd’s expression grew even more strange.

He eyed Leonard curiously, as if astonished: Why do you know him?

After pondering for a bit, the old man finally said very cautiously, “Is it a sleazy old man with a missing tooth, who often forgets things?”

Upon hearing this description, Leonard said, “So you do know him?”

With that, it was as if time had stopped.

The mine fell into silence.