Free Web NovelChapter 143: Chapter 143: Resetting the Route
After two hours of performing, Oliver and Finnick were so exhausted they lay flat on the spot.
Kaelen caringly stroked their heads, especially going down to the kitchen to make a huge bowl of butter popcorn and three glasses of watermelon juice for the three little ones.
While the children were busy eating, Kaelen and Sane began sorting out the information their children had conveyed to them. Although Finnick and Oliver had tried their best, they couldn’t transmit all the information, and what the two fathers could compile was merely a few bullet points.
First, Edward and Wofu were in the Temple on the Northern Continent.
Second, their status was very high, but their freedom was restricted.
Third, it seemed that Wofu had lost his self-awareness and remembered nothing.
Fourth, Edward did not want his two fathers to risk their lives coming to save him. According to the information Kaelen and Sane received, the place was heavily guarded, and the Temple Lord, as well as the soldiers of the Beast City, seemed incredibly formidable.
Fifth, Wofu had vanished and Edward was searching for him.
Sane pondered:
"I heard that the City Lord of the Beast City is the strongest beastman on the continent, but the reason the Beast City was established as the central administrative hub for the entire continent is because the High-level warriors from all over the continent gather there. If that’s the case, I can understand our son’s worry. With the current strength of Crimson in general and ours in particular, going head-to-head with the Beast City would be like throwing an egg against a rock."
Kaelen offered his guess: "The reason Wofu’s Divine Energy attracted Edward is because they have a similarity; they both belong to the Space attribute. This means the Temple also targeted this ability of theirs when bringing them back to be Holy Sons."
After speaking, he frowned again: "But I don’t understand, if their purpose was merely to exploit Edward’s and Wofu’s Divine Energy to boost the Temple’s prestige, then they shouldn’t be imprisoning them. What exactly are they plotting?"
Sane tapped his fingers on the table: "Tonight I will try shrinking down and lying in Edward’s nest with the kids to see if I can enter their space. If I can’t, then we must find another solution."
The two looked at each other, both seeing determination in the other’s eyes. They couldn’t just truly abandon rescuing their son because he told them not to come. Right now Wofu was missing; what if one day Edward also went missing? Where would they go to find their child then?
Kaelen placed his hands on his hips and said: "If we already know exactly where Edward is, then let’s just head straight there. The journey to the Northern Continent will take half a year even if the weather is favorable; calculating the time, the tribes are also starting to prepare for their departure. You stay here with the kids, I’m going to prepare some things."
Saying that, Kaelen turned and walked straight outside.
The Spring Festival usually lasted for a month. During this month, besides the meeting of the High Priests and Chiefs of the tribes, there was also a trading and shopping festival. To secure a spot in the central area of the Beast City, closest to the Temple, the goods had to be of premium quality.
The tribe had salt, but this amount of salt was only enough for the tribe’s own use. Since they couldn’t trade salt, they had to aim for something else.
Cured meat was too ordinary. Kaelen set his sights on dried foods, spices, fabrics, woolen goods, and jewelry. As for pottery, the journey was too far; he would only bring a small amount as a teaser, and let the tribes come to Crimson themselves to trade for the rest. He remembered that the currency circulated in the Beast City was magic cores.
Without a magic core mine, solely relying on extracting them from demonic beasts’ heads probably wouldn’t be enough. Along the way, they would have to conduct trading, accepting only money instead of bartering items.
"The kitchen will dispatch a dedicated team specializing in making dried foods and spices. Tomorrow morning I will guide everyone on how to make a new type of spice, chicken bouillon."
"The textile group should try to work overtime for at least an hour every day, focusing on soft fabrics for Sub-Beasts; bright colors are more favored. The handicraft group will split up; one team specializing in embroidering handkerchiefs, one team specializing in crocheting fabric bags, hats, sweaters, and beanies, and one team specializing in making soap. Note, make a large amount of unscented soap; scented soap only needs a small amount. In addition, tomorrow afternoon I will instruct everyone on making a few other handicrafts."
"Uncle Cassian, I need you to make a batch of agricultural tools, wooden presses, and bamboo steamers. Also, please have someone bring the leftover wood scraps to the handicraft group for me, and make me a few sets of small carving tools, I still need them tomorrow."
Cassian scratched his head upon hearing this: "Things like agricultural tools can be made as long as one has hands, would anyone buy them?"
Kaelen smiled: "Uncle Cassian, are you underestimating your own skills? Not to mention the precision and perfection of these agricultural and kitchen tools, the mortise and tenon joint technique present in these items is already an epoch-making development."
Just from the initial mortise and tenon technique, Cassian had self-studied and developed various application methods. Kaelen firmly believed that once iron was smelted, Cassian could produce even more astounding things.
Being praised by the little High Priest, Cassian couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. This method was originally taught to him by Kaelen; he was merely reapplying it. What was the big deal to be called epoch-making?
"Draven, Uncle Alden, we need a large amount of herbs and fruits, fragrant flowers and grass, and mushrooms. Starting this afternoon, please organize gathering teams. You can borrow Wood-attribute Divine Energy warriors to accompany and assist."
While Kaelen was busy arranging tasks, Sane also carried the little ones to the military camp to reorganize military affairs. In a short time, the entire tribe became significantly busier.
In the evening, a while after dinner, the three little ones immediately got sleepy, so Sane took them home. The tribe was still lighting torches to work overtime. Kaelen handed over the supervision to the department heads, while he himself hurried home to guard against any unforeseen circumstances.
When the three children were fast asleep, Sane also shrank himself down and crawled in to lie with them. As he gradually drifted off to sleep, the sensation of his soul being pulled instantly hit him. Sane felt a secret joy. However, the moment his feet touched the ground in the resonance space, the space immediately twisted and warped, followed by a massive surge of energy that struck towards him, kicking him out.
Sane lay in the nest, looking at the three little brats sleeping soundly, and said helplessly to Kaelen: "I got kicked out."
Kaelen felt slightly disappointed, but having mentally prepared himself beforehand, he wasn’t too heartbroken. Sane slithered out of the crib, transformed into his human form, and sat down next to Kaelen. The two leaned their shoulders against each other, gazing intently at the three children lying in the crib.
What Sane didn’t know was that the reason he was repelled out was because his mental energy was too high, exceeding the resonance space’s tolerance limit. And he also didn’t know that, the moment he appeared in the space, in a dark, damp forest on the edge of the Northern Continent, a pair of sharp eyes suddenly snapped wide open. Those eyes emitted a green light like the gaze of a wild beast.
The Sub-Beast sitting cross-legged on the ground muttered:
"Why is it gone? Was it my imagination?"
Behind him, the little white tiger struggled to open its eyes, the depths of its eyes holding a piece of hatred completely unfitting for its age. The little white tiger’s entire body was covered in injuries, and new wounds kept appearing continuously.
The place the tiger cub was lying on was a stone platform resembling an altar, its neck and all four limbs chained by bands of green light. Wounds would appear on the tiger cub’s body every so often; although they healed right after, it absolutely couldn’t keep up with the speed at which the wounds were being inflicted.
The Sub-Beast sensed the hateful gaze piercing towards him, turned his head to look, curled his lips into a smile:
"I thought it would take a very long time for you to awaken, I truly underestimated you. I am very curious about the place you all live in; how exactly were so many Demigod bloodlines born? Could it be in the same place as my enemy?"
Wofu gave a cold snort, closing his eyes and ignoring the Sub-Beast. The Sub-Beast didn’t care about the white tiger cub’s attitude either, as if his earlier words were merely spoken casually. His gaze shifted to where the green light chains connected—a towering ancient tree.
The ancient tree was a hundred meters tall, its dome-shaped canopy covering a vast expanse of the sky. Around its trunk wrapped green light chains, drooping down like graceful pieces of silk. If it weren’t for the fact that the other ends of the iron chains weren’t piercing the hearts of beastmen or Sub-Beasts, it might have looked quite ethereal.
These people submerged in the dirt with light chains piercing their hearts were all individuals with special abilities who were recently brought to the Beast City for ’training’. Currently, they were all still as corpses, with only a faint breath occasionally heard.
The Sub-Beast stood up, placed his hand on the ancient tree’s trunk, and mumbled something.
The sound of footsteps crunching on dry leaves rang out. The Sub-Beast didn’t turn his head, only asking:
"The quality of this batch of fertilizer is too poor; we need to intensify the search for more."
The newcomer stopped not far from the ancient tree trunk, frowning and saying: "The number of missing people recently is too high, leading to suspicion from the tribes. At least before the Spring Festival begins, we cannot be too heavy-handed."
"Tsk. How troublesome." The Sub-Beast frustratingly slapped the ancient tree’s trunk hard. The tree canopy instantly rustled, looking angry yet also afraid.
The Sub-Beast walked briskly closer to the altar, his fingernails growing long and piercing towards the white tiger. A streak of golden light flickered slightly; the Sub-Beast’s attack was instantly blocked, and his fingernails broke into pieces. Blood dripped from his fingertips, staining the ground beneath his feet red.
The beastman standing afar hurriedly stepped forward twice, heartbrokenly grasping that bloody hand, frowning and saying:
"Why did you hurt yourself like this, Lord Temple Lord?"
The Temple Lord lifted his eyelids, his eyes like hooks pinning straight onto the beastman, saying coquettishly: "Lord City Lord pities me so much, why not do something fun with me~"
The beastman immediately jumped far away: "I still want to live for a few more years."
The Temple Lord pouted, giving a cold snort.
Wofu, lying within the yellow-colored protective cage, witnessed everything, his eyes involuntarily turning cold. He didn’t know what this group of people wanted to do, but he knew that he and Edward, just like those people lying under the dirt, were all fertilizer they meticulously cultivated.
During all this time, he had witnessed people being brought here; there were warrior beastmen, as well as people with Divine Energy, and all became shriveled corpses after only one day. As for himself, perhaps he truly possessed the Demigod bloodline that the Temple Lord mentioned, which was why he had lain on the altar for many days without being sucked dry into a corpse.
That Temple Lord and City Lord had absolutely no reservations when talking in front of him, so Wofu knew their next target was Edward. As long as he showed signs of weakness, allowing the array to find a loophole and suck dry the Divine Blood in his body, the Temple Lord’s hands would reach towards Edward instantly.
Therefore, Wofu could only grit his teeth and persistently endure, secretly absorbing the spatial inheritance passed down from his ancestors, hoping to escape this place and bring Edward back to Crimson early.
