Chapter 249: Past and Future (16)

Chapter 249: Past and Future (16)

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"So, what brings someone of your rank to sit with us today?"

Aryandor asked with a smile.Finnd new chapters on nove/lbin(.)com

Perrian frowned at Aryandor's words.

"Does it sound like I'm mocking you? If so, I apologize."

Perrian scrutinized Aryandor's expression.

It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

"How much do you know?"

Perrian asked directly.

Staying any longer would benefit neither of them.

"I am aware that you were captured and that you escaped from the dungeon."

"Then, this will be quick. How about forming an alliance?"

"An alliance?"

Aryandor's expression hardened.

"An alliance with you, who has lost everything?"

"I haven't lost everything. I still have the mana stones created by necromancy. You're not exactly in perfect condition either, are you?"

"Our damages are not beyond repair. How bad is your situation if you've come to us?"

Aryandor scoffed at Perrian. Under normal circumstances, Perrian would have stormed off, but he was in a position of need.

The rebels could benefit from having Perrian, but they wouldn't be at a loss without him.

But Perrian wasn't one to back down easily.

"Have you forgotten that I have necromancers at my command?"

Perrian gambled. He didn't know the exact condition of the necromancers.

The royal family was aware of the necromancers, so he was reluctant to go to their location.

Yet, with no rumors spreading, he aimed to exploit the information gap.

"Necromancers, you say..."

Aryandor stroked his chin, staring intently at Perrian.

"You wouldn't want to see them all die, would you?"

Perrian smiled. The rebels had an unusually strong obsession with necromancers.

It could be because they had a necromancer among their leadership, but the obsession seemed deeper.

"Let's start by handing over the necromancers,"

Aryandor said with utter seriousness, unaware of the necromancers' situation.

"Necromancy is my last weapon. Do you think I'd hand it over easily?"

"Hmm... What do you want?"

Aryandor took the bait.

"Ian Astria. He must be captured."

"Ian Astria?"

"A subspace created with spatial magic was robbed. He's the only one who knows how to use spatial magic, so he must have the items."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes. He took the items..."

"No, I mean, are you saying Ian Astria is the only one capable of using spatial magic?"

At Aryandor's words, Perrian narrowed his eyes.

"What are you implying?"

"Don't you have two sons?"

"Ah, you mean Rudy Astria? That kid..."

Perrian was about to dismiss the idea but then his expression wrinkled.

"Your student thought I was the one using time magic. You could have given him a hint that we were working together."

"Why should I report every little thing to him? He's not my superior. He'll figure it out on his own."

"Thanks to your student, things went smoothly. He's exceptionally talented in magic. To learn spatial magic in such a short time..."

"Talent? It's just a coincidence."

"If such coincidences keep happening, they're not coincidences but inevitabilities. Isn't he making a name for himself at the academy? That must be the level of a genius."

"Genius, my foot. The kid is anything but a genius."

One would expect Robert to be pleased by such praise for his student, but he showed no sign of it.

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes, the world doesn't call someone a genius just because ordinary people can't understand them. He's just a fool who works harder than others and doesn't know how to compromise with himself."

"Hmm..."

From the listener's perspective, this sounded more valuable than being called a genius. It acknowledged the person's effort, not just their talent.

"Anyway, setting Rudy aside, why have you come all of a sudden?"

It was unusual for Robert to make such a visit.

Originally, he had been cautious about his research on necromancy being discovered, but it was also because of his personality, which didn't favor face-to-face discussions.

"You saw Levian's last moments, didn't you?"

"Nobody saw his last moments. Even those in the Railer domain said they didn't see it."

"I'm talking about before that. Before he went to the Railer domain."

"I was nearby then."

"What expression was he wearing at that time?"

"Hmm... expression... That's difficult."

It felt like the disappearance of Ephomos was just yesterday, but it had been nearly 20 years since that event.

It was hard to recall an expression from that time.

"If you can't remember, that's fine."

"No, I do remember vaguely."

Franz had been close to Levian, almost like a star pupil.

He had a faint memory of his master's last appearance.

"Very sad... No, it was a complex expression. A mix of sadness and regret? Something like that."

"Sad, huh..."

As Robert pondered this with a stroke of his chin, Franz let out a resigned laugh.

"Did you come all this way just to ask that?"

"I dropped by to ask that, among other things, and to see how you're doing. It wouldn't hurt for fellow disciples to check in on each other."

"It's funny hearing that from you. So, that's all you came for?"

"Not entirely."

With that, Robert handed him an envelope.

"What's this?"

"Just some information I've gathered that might be needed."

Franz looked at the envelope with a curious expression.

"Should I open it now?"

"No."

"Huh... well, then. When should I open it?"

Robert stood up from his seat.

"You'll know when."

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