Chapter 145: Chapter 145 Visitor
Translator: 549690339
The stargazing room, exclusive to Mr. Black White, is not just a forbidden zone for the Mysterious Department, but also an essential site for the entire National Royal Academy of Knights.
There are only two ways to reach the stargazing room: either acquire special permission directly from Mr. Black White or book a week in advance.
Even royal aristocrats who come here are exceedingly respectful.
Knock knock knock!
At the moment, the door to the stargazing room is being vigorously banged on, with no regard for proper etiquette.
Mr. Black White gestures for Han Dong to sit on a single-seater sofa on one side, leaving the main sofa empty.
“Did Mr. Black White book another distinguished guest today?”
Han Dong remains silent, sitting on the side, curious about who lacks even the basic respect for Mr. Black White.
“Come in.”
Simultaneously as Mr. Black White speaks, he waves his hand, and the door lock unlocks.
The moment the door opens, a describable immense pressure envelops the entire room.
The beneficial fungi in Han Dong’s body automatically went into hibernation, and his breath became hasty.
Before the guest steps over the threshold, a dark green plague breath gushes out.
One would suppose the plague would spread throughout the room.
But upon closer inspection, the concentrated plague does not spread arbitrarily.
It emanates from the person at the center in a wave-like fashion, held within a three-meter radius.
‘Plague Halo’
Because of his considerable height, he had to stoop slightly to go through this door.
His jacket was stitched with various animal skins, all its buttons were replaced by finely crafted miniature skull heads.
He wore the unique golden Knight Medal on his left chest.
On the back bears the mark of the ‘two swords crossing over a horse’s head’, and on the front would be the emblem of the Plague Knights – The Three Crescent Moons (Refer to the Plague Company’s logo).
With a height of around two meters three, a body larger than a bear, he wore a white bone goat mask on his head.
A giant axe, one size larger than his own height, was diagonally hung behind him.
When this man entered the stargazing room, he removed all weapons, halo, and helmet.
Vulgar, extravagant and barbaric Viking-like appearance, naturally, a beard is an essential accessory.
Unlike the muscle-bloated clown, this man’s physique complements his coarse face perfectly… Creating an overall oppressive feel that far exceeds any strong enemies Han Dong has ever encountered.
“Could this be… the Great Plague Chief!”
Honestly, this is quite different from the Great Plague Chief that Han Dong had in mind, who, he supposed, would be a plague master of mysterious lineage, dressed in a similar bird-beak costume, an old man enveloped in a concentrated plague aura.
To his surprise, it was such a giant.
“Ah! Your place is more comfortable to sit in…”
This man squatted down, taking up the main sofa that could comfortably seat three people.
With a wave of Mr. Black White’s hand, a gigantic two-liter mug of quality barley beer flew in front of this man.
Gulping it down in one go.
“Comfortable… Black White, is this your student?”
Wiping the barley beer on his bearded face, he stared wide-eyed at Han Dong.
“Let me introduce, this is the Plague Knights – Chief of the Regiment, Great Plague Chief – Moggleny.”
“This is my student Valen. Nicholas.”
The Great Plague Chief stared at Han Dong’s right arm for a moment, then gave his opinion.
“Hmm… A pretty good freshman.”
“Honoured to meet you, Great Plague Chief!” Han Dong immediately stood up to bow.
“No need to be so formal, be natural… who taught you about ‘Plague’?”
“Mrs. Pasha Buhart.”
“That little girl? Hmm… Not bad.”
The Great Plague Chief merely inquired about some superficial information and then shifted his attention back to Mr. Black White, preparing to delve into the main topic of his visit.
Mr. Black White instructed, “Nicholas, you should go back and rest.”
“Hey! No problem, the matter we’re discussing isn’t some kind of secret. Letting your student listen might broaden his horizons.”
This Great Plague Chief is quite laid-back on trivial matters.
In fact, no matter the content of the conversation, when two powerful figures are discussing, the juniors should naturally withdraw.
“Hmm… then you stay.”
Mr. Black White’s words were a bit odd, as if he originally intended Han Dong to stay, but was merely carrying out a practiced courtesy.
“Okay.” Han Dong nodded, sitting quietly on the side.
The Great Plague Chief pulled out a peculiar map from his animal skin clothes.
It was made of some kind of white skin, and the words on it were something Han Dong had never seen… Moreover, this entire map was faintly exuding a ‘polluted aura’.
“Commander Samani, while out battling with large troops at the ‘Losa Plain’, accidentally unearthed this map inside a mysterious cave. How do you see it?
Should we hand it in, or act ourselves?”
Mr. Black White carefully examined the map in his hands, speaking softly:
“Quite an advanced stitching technique, some of the materials used I have never seen before.
The text on it uses a new type of advanced language… Although the language used by organisms outside the city changes every year, this language seems to blend six or more previously used languages, a kind of higher order language.
Based on the legends, it’s highly likely it points to an important holdout or treasure hiding place.
I suggest the knights within us handle this matter.
However, if I were to use astrology to observe it, I might have to rest for more than a month and won’t be able to go to battle with you.”
The Great Plague Chief patted his chest, “Leave this kind of thing to me, there’s no need for you to go out of the city… When the time comes, let one of your crow avatars follow me, acting as a scout.”
Just at this moment.
Han Dong on the side furrowed his brow.
“Nicholas, what’s wrong? If there are discoveries, just speak up, no need to hesitate.” Mr. Black White immediately asked, noticing some anomalies in Han Dong.
“I… I seem to be able to understand the text above.”
At his words, the Great Plague Chief also cast a surprised glance… wanting to see what sorts of special skills this little guy, that Mr. Black White recruited, had.
At least from the ‘plague’ perspective, Han Dong seemed average.
“Well…” Han Dong was still a bit worried, the issue being his abilities.
“No problem.”
A smile cracked open on Mr. Black White’s mask, hinting Han Dong not to worry about revealing his abilities.
It seemed intentionally leaving Han Dong here was with this intention.
Why Han Dong was sure he could understand.
It was because when looking at this map, his hidden Little Demon Eye saw some overlay on the texts, and he could faintly grasp the meaning of some words.
“Open Eyes”
As Han Dong’s Little Demon Eye at his brow opened.
All advanced word overlays on this map converged, transforming into a kind of language Han Dong could understand.
It wasn’t Chinese nor English, but Han Dong could understand it.
“This is… a treasure map!? Florence-Dragon Bone Wasteland.”