Mystical Journey

After setting a time with Scylla, Garen turned around and looked at Hennet, who was standing to one side.

This seemingly young yet old white haired youngster was looking at them, something evidently on his mind.

"How do you guys plan to deal with me?" Hannet voiced out after noticing that Garen and Mudman were staring at him.

"I don’t know why the Obscuro Society is protecting you, but what I do know is that the Royal Household is so that the opponent cannot advance smoothly. I don’t think it’s very likely that you will be engaging in battles recklessly with the Cthulhuism Society."

Garen immediately cleared out the whole situation.

"What’s your objective?" Hannet raised his eyebrow.

"I need you to help me out." Garen’s abnormality gradually disappeared, returning back to his usual handsome self. His green veins had completely disappeared.

"Sure." Hannet nodded.

He hesitated for a moment before he moved his mouth, giving him a set of information.

Garen noted this down and rushed into the forest, disappearing as he turned around.

That information was the public channel data used for communication via radio. It seemed to be one of the communication methods used by Hannet and his people.

"Can we take our leave first?" Wukang’s face was pale from the battle with the Thunder God. Either he had exhausted too much, or else just didn’t want to be there anymore.

"You should head back first." Garen nodded.

Wukang’s female guard soon arrived. She delicately took out a few small bottles from her pockets, and mixed different colors of powders together for Wukang to consume.

"I’ve lost all my dignity this time." Wukang sighed as he swallowed the mixed medicine powder. "I can still deal with him if he were at a typical level. However, I didn’t expect him to be a form five, and even have this unique strength which coincidentally is a counter against me! But… if it weren’t for the restrictions in the area, I wouldn’t be afraid to fight him to the death."

Wukang’s personality was rather unstable. He wouldn’t loosen up even if he was with someone familiar. Garen looked at him holding onto his female guard speechlessly. He would secretly touched the female guard’s body here and there, pretending that his injury was severe enough to warrant it.

The female guard would always fall for this trick. She was even worried for him as she carried him, fearing that he was seriously injured. She didn’t even realize there was an additional hand near her nether areas…

The situation here had finally settled, and Garen followed Scylla to the Ancestral God Tree.

There were guards waiting for them at the bottom of the tree. As they saw Garen and Scylla arrive, their demeanor betrays the fact that they’ve been expecting them, and they immediately brought them to the Vine Road, the road which went straight to the Ancestral God Tree up to the largest branch.

Scylla’s Mudman dissolved at the foothold of the tree, and reappeared near the canopy, waiting for them.

As they walked along the heavily guarded Vine Road, they finally reached the giant branch after about ten minutes.

The King of Daniela, Phiroth was already back at the branch. He sat on his knees, smiling. There was a dark green vine winding at the table beside him, with a light green crystal placed on top of it. Two green, floating, feces-looking objects were floating within the crystals.

There was a young man in white shirt with golden sleeves beside Phiroth, who was also sitting on his knees on the branch. He had an awkward smile on his face, clearly because there was a beautiful woman in vine armor sitting beside him.

"What’s wrong? You’re not giving me any face at all, are you?"

Garen, who was standing from afar, could hear Phiroth’s deep tone towards the young man in the white shirt. Although he had a smile on his face, his tone was cold.

"Are you stating that I, Phiroth’s daughter, am not to your liking?"

This voice was as strong as thunder. Garen instantly understood. Phiroth was up to his tricks again… Planning to send her daughter away the moment he met someone…

As he resisted his urge to roll his eyes, Garen picked up his pace and immediately arrived at an empty space on a tree branch.

The atmosphere was stifling. The young man in the white shirt was ecstatic as he saw Garen’s arrival.

"Palace Master Garen you have arrived. Just like what we’ve discussed, let’s go meet some friends of mine. Your Majesty Phiroth… the problem we spoke of just now isn’t urgent. We’ll talk about it some other time, as I have made an appointment with Palace Master Garen…"

"Are you… Scylla?" Garen recognized the youngster’s totem light.

Phiroth’s eyelid started twitching.

"Good timing. I wanted to discuss something with Palace Master Garen regarding the Thunder God of the previous generation."

"Please say what you need, Your Majesty." Garen nodded as the guards sent up a plate of fruits. They took their places on the floor, kneeling. The plates were filled with the local specialties, the green bananas and fist-sized cherries.

Phiroth nodded.

"The Cthulhuism Society definitely has an upper hand against the previous generation’s Thunder God. They have been restrained by my Royal Household all this while, but now they don’t even care how they look when it comes to this. Looks like that Hannet guy is very crucial, at least to them."

"Your Majesty, what are you trying to say?" Garen asked softly.

"Hannet better not be in my sight from now on." Phiroth said, directly and without hesitation. He immediately turned his head and looked at the young man in the white shirt, and started to converse with Scylla.

Garen had doubts regarding this decision and pondered.

The previous generation Thunder God, Hannet Thunderstorm, impersonated as a guard to get close to the Ancestral God Tree -- Ancestral God’s Pillar. It was obvious that he had motives towards the Ancestral God’s Pillar.

While Garen didn’t know what Hannet’s intention was, it obviously had made Phiroth unsatisfied. This statement was obviously a warning towards Hannet.

"This is the Ancestral God’s Seed for the both of you." Phiroth turned his head around again and talked to Garen. "We’ve taken it out just last night and it’s very fresh. I have already sent my men to pass the seed to Wukang, rest assured."

Garen was speechless.

Garen took the pile of green defecation with him and bid goodbye to Phiroth together with Scylla before they left the branch.

Both of them walked down the road slowly. It took them about ten minutes or so to travel from the top to the tree to the ground, which was a good window for them to interact with each other.

Although Scylla looked very outgoing on the outside, he was actually a very mysterious person. It was impossible to know what was going on inside his head. As Garen’s personality was similar to his, both of them could understand each other better and were able to converse freely.

"Do you know why His Majesty Phiroth has such an attitude towards Hannet? While he’s the Thunder God of the last generation, he’s only a mere form two totem user. The strength deficit between His Majesty Phiroth and Hannet is far too great. But.. why did he have to say such a phrase at the end?" Garen decided to pour out his curiosity as he talked to him.

Since both of them had such similarities and were getting along with each other, Scylla chose not to hide anything from him, and told him the reason after some consideration.

"Perhaps Palace Master hasn’t heard of it yet. When the Cthulhu King and His Majesty were fighting against each other, they also talked as well. It was about that guy Hannet."

"Oh?"

Scylla started to frown.

"During that time, Cthulhu King pointed out that hannet’s motive is the Ancestral God’s Pillar, as he is qualified to absorb its strength. He has the legendary Winged God Arms. Although the strength of the Ancestral God’s Pillar has always been under the control of Daniela Royal Household, His Majesty wasn’t sure if it would affect the current Ancestral God Pillar if the Hannet were to inherit it."

"Is that so?" Garen sort of understood the situation.

He had managed to find an explanation to this issue. Garen then asked about the giant stone statue’s incident related to the Ender Kingdom. The angel giant stone statue appeared among the nests of creatures during the attack of Kovitan. Kovitan wasn’t the only one investigating this issue; even the Ender Kingdom was having a hard time about it in the dark.

As he raised this incident, Scylla’s face was filled with rage. He wasn’t sure who had stolen the key to controlling the angel statue. This weapon of warfare was usually stationary, and would only be used once every few centuries. However, this had given others an opportunity to steal it. The people who were responsible for the loss of the key hadn’t report the actual incident to the upper management in fear of getting punished. Instead, they reported that the key had been broken and used some technique in forging a new key.

When they realized something was wrong, the angel statue was already on the move, causing havoc.

Ender Kingdom had dealt with everyone responsible for the incident.

As both of them were talking along the way down, A group of female guards were on their way up, flanking and holding a girl.

The girl had an hourglass body and was in a purple cloak. Her black hair was waist-long and her skin was white as snow. A purple veil hid her face and a pair of, deep, unfocused purple eyes.

This girl was being held by the female guards, as if they were scared that she might slip and fall.

"It’s princess Dilan." Scylla walked to the side as he pulled Garen, who hadn’t reacted.

The female guards who were walking towards them bowed to both of them, before they continued carrying the purple clothed girl up.

The woman acted as if Garen and Scylla weren’t there, instead leaning towards one of the guards, exchanging hushed whispers.

Garen frowned. He waited until the group was far away before he asked softly.

"Princess Dilan? The princess doesn’t seem to know proper manners, no?"

"Don’t misunderstand." Scylla shook his head. "Rumor has it that Princess Dilan is the favorite princess of His Majesty Phiroth. Her beauty is unparalleled and she has an amazing body. Her voice is as touching as hundreds of birds. However, she has a major flaw."

"Flaw?"

"Yes. and it is an uncurable one as well." Scylla nodded in confidence. "She was born retarded and blind."

"Are you sure?" Garen recalled the purple shirted woman. She indeed seemed like she was blind, but retarded...

"This is the truth. Princess Dilan has the intellect of a typical three-year-old. She also has serious memory loss. This is an open secret everyone in the Royal Household of Daniela knows." Scylla shrugged. "She’s just like a piece of white paper. She knows nothing and can’t even recognize her own daughter and treats her as a stranger. She can immediately forget the things that happened a few minutes ago. What’s most surprising is that the only person she can remember is His Majesty Phiroth."

Garen then understood that there’s no point in being offended by her manners when she’s naturally born with this sickness.

When both of them left the Ancestral God Pillar, they sat on the flying bubble to the second Ancestral God Tree. There were already people waiting for him to the other side. Two women in white attire clapped their hands and greeted them with a peaceful expression.

"Lord Scylla has returned. Lord Sith and the others are waiting for you."

"Lead the way." Scylla said coldly.