Seraphine's eyes widened in astonishment as she gazed at her father.
"If the founding king was above the Tier 9 Forbidden Realm, does that mean he was a..?"
Lucien interrupted with a smile, " A Saint,yes, the founding king was at the Saint Realm, a Knight with destructive power. But he was easily killed by a dragon with just a sneeze. The dragon was sealed, yet it managed to take down a powerhouse like the founding king."
Taking a deep breath, Seraphine inquired, "How do you know all this? It happened thousands of years ago, right?"
"The Patriarch of the main family was part of the raid, so most of the higher-ups in the Clans know about it. Your grandfather told me," Lucien explained.
Confused, Seraphine asked, "If there's a dragon in the Dragonskull Dungeon, why are the clans trying to get in? Aren't they afraid of being killed by the dragon?"
"They're not after the dragon itself," Lucien shook his head. "They're looking for the core."
"What core?" Seraphine pressed.
"The Saint Core dropped by the founding king after he was killed by the dragon," Lucien revealed.
"Wait, Mana Cultivators have cores too?" Seraphine was now completely puzzled.
"Yes, when one reaches the Tier 9 Forbidden Realm and wants to advance to the Saint Realm, they must form a core. It's extremely difficult, but once you become a Saint, even Tier 9 Forbidden Realm experts are nothing compared to you," Lucien explained.
"Ah, I see," Seraphine finally understood. "So the founding king's Saint Core is like a shortcut to becoming a Saint. That's why all those powerful clans in the Kingdom are so interested in Bridgemoor City."
"Yeah, every clan is competing for that Saint Core. If any clan gets it, they'll be the ruler of Avalonia Kingdom. The other clans will have to surrender or be wiped out," Lucien said solemnly.
Seraphine's expression was grim as she looked at her father and asked, "But father, if they're after the Saint Core, won't the dragon kill them? I mean, the Saint Core might be in the dragon's possession, right?"
Lucien nodded and replied, "That has already been taken into consideration. After years of trying to raid the Dragonskull Dungeon, we've realized that every ten years, the dragon is weakened for some mysterious reason. That's when each clan sends their forces to try and get the Saint Core. But every time, we come back empty-handed and suffer greatly in the process."
Seraphine listened intently to Lucien Netherfrost.
"And you know that every ten years, the dungeon breaks, releasing monsters from various Silver Rank and Bronze Rank dungeons. There's also the Magical Beasts tide, where Tier 1 to Tier 3 Magical Beasts attack the twelve cities around Atmos Forest," Lucien continued, looking at Seraphine.
"That's why I called you back - to help defend Bridgemoor City while I and some clan experts raid the Dragonskull Dungeon."
"Father, you mean the ten-year period has arrived?" Seraphine asked.
"Yes, it has. It's just a few months away, and it will be a period of disaster for the people living in the twelve cities around Atmos Forest," Lucien confirmed.
Seraphine nodded in understanding.
But father if every clan is after the Saint Core then why is it that some of the clans are very much interested in Bridgemoor City, I mean Bridgemoor City is located in a remote corner of the Kingdom there is nothing worth on this city " Seraphine asked.
Lucien chuckled and explained," " Well my dear daughter you seemed to have forgotten something, you see Bridgemoor City might not be worth much but the Atmos Forest is.
There are a lot important resources in the Atmos Forest just the magic cores from the Magical Beasts are very valuable to Mana Cultivators and aside from that there are a lot of treasures and precious mines in the Atmos Forest, we the Netherfrost Clan being in charge of Brigdemoor City means we have the advantage of securing more resources than the other clans ".
"Oh, I understand now. That's why the Raventhorne Clan is so keen on opposing us, even though we are stronger than them," Seraphine nodded in understanding.
Lucien chuckled, "Who wouldn't be tempted by this large amount of treasures? The resources we get every year from the Atmos Forest could nurture a thousand Tier 2 Intermediate Knights. How can they not be tempted?"
"But they will only be dreaming if they think they can take Bridgemoor City from us," Lucien said, narrowing his eyes. Immediately, the entire hall was frozen in ice.
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Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away from Bridgemoor City, deep in a dark and eerie forest, a figure clad in a black cloak was swiftly moving between the huge trees. In just a few seconds, the figure was already hundreds of meters away.
After a few minutes, the figure stopped under a tree and stood there silently, as if waiting for something.
The surroundings were eerily quiet and extremely dark, with no sounds of insects or birds that are normally heard in a forest. The black cloaked figure stood motionless under the tree.
About half an hour later, another black cloaked figure appeared in front of the first figure.
"You're late," a hoarse voice sounded from the first figure.
"I had something to do, that's why I took so long," a lazy voice replied from the second figure. Read the full story on m-vl-em-py-r
After a moment of silence, the first figure asked, "Have you prepared what we discussed?"
"Don't worry, I've already taken care of everything. You just have to wait for the right time," the second figure assured.
"Good," the first figure said before disappearing.
The second figure fell silent, lost in thought.
After a few minutes, the figure looked in a certain direction and muttered, "Humans, what a bunch of greedy beings."
With that, the black cloaked figure also disappeared.
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