Chapter 387: 4. Her Lark
“Twenty Mythical Ranks. Emhart, do you know of any beings that can be classified at this stage?”
After the Death Lord left, Fisher, who had been pondering in place, finally turned to Emhart beside him and asked. However, even before he spoke, Emhart had already begun flipping through the pages of the books inside him. With flashes of golden light, he became troubled.
“Um, as far as I can recall, the beings that can be crowned with this rank by humans are probably already the ultimate they can imagine. Just like what that strange being who was resisted by death said earlier, this rank represents the peak of life forms. If classified this way, I can confirm four beings for now.”
“Four beings?”
Fisher raised an eyebrow, evidently surprised by this result. He thought that even Emhart couldn’t possibly know clues about beings of the twenty ranks, but he surprisingly named four at once.
“That’s right. You know I was created by the great Holy Spawn, and in my impression, above many Holy Spawns, there is an all-powerful leader, referred to by the Holy Spawns as ‘Heavenly Lock’. He governs the entire Holy Realm.”
“And this Lord Heavenly Lock has two siblings. One is the mother of the elves, the archenemy of the Holy Spawns, that massive World Tree located in the southern coastal seas of the Eastern Continent. The roots of the Parasol Tree at the bottom previously belonged to her; the other sibling of Lord Heavenly Lock is Feima Baharon, the creator of the Dragonfolk of the Southern Continent. They are all intricately connected to the God of All Forms and can all be regarded as beings of the twenty ranks.”
“And the last one is a despot from the ocean said to be very skilled in battle and destruction. It’s rumored that this mysterious destroyer made an appearance in the Eastern Continent during the mythical wars thousands of years ago. I suspect that the sinking of the Eastern Continent is related to it. Well, currently I only know of these four.”
A despot from the ocean?
Fisher suddenly thought of the mysterious ruins he saw at the bottom of Nali Lake, where he obtained a clue called ‘Crown of the Destroyer’. Moreover, according to the later clues, the being that left the trace of ruins was likely Jasmine’s mother, the Ocean Emperor Xu, also known as the legendary destroyer.
If that’s the case, it’s absurd for Xu, a member of the Whale Folk race with an average mythical rank of around ten, to suddenly jump to becoming a twenty-rank destroyer. Such an outrageous situation left Fisher speechless. Even though he possessed the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans, raising the rank before reaching mythical levels was very slow, let alone the vast difference after that.
No wonder even the contributors to the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans complained about a particularly unsociable and irritable fellow suddenly appearing among a group of friendly orcas, referring to Xu.
But the question is, if Xu is a battle-savvy mythical creature, can she intervene to remove the threat of death for herself?
“I seem to know the Destroyer. She is the mother of a very good student I had; that Whale Folk girl.”
After finishing the previous sentences, Emhart paused for a moment and murmured, “What are you being polite about? It’s not like I haven’t met her. You could have just said ex-girlfriend. But I just learned for the first time that that Whale Folk girl’s mother is actually the Destroyer, her name is Jasmine. Wow, Fisher, I find you really brave. You dare to pursue the daughter of the Destroyer and not only pursue her but also dare to chase after others. Really courageous!”
He suddenly remembered that when he snuck out at night on the Iceberg Queen to meet Jasmine, Emhart was still sleeping in his own room, so he had never seen the real body of the Ocean Emperor or the Ocean Destroyer.
Fisher was too lazy to explain further and simply turned the topic back to Emhart, “You continue, about the other three beings of the twenty ranks.”
Emhart, already familiar with Fisher’s temperament, didn’t press further and continued, “Well, the World Tree disappeared during the First Life War, and all records about her vanished along with the sinking of the Eastern Continent during the Second Life War, also known as the Mythical War. I suspect she has already been caught up by that Heya; as for Lord Heavenly Lock, honestly, while I believe the great Holy Spawn has not completely disappeared and might still be hiding somewhere in the world, the chance that Lord Heavenly Lock still exists is minuscule. Because Baemon’s records mention that Lord Heavenly Lock, Feima Baharon, and the Destroyer once fought in chaos. Feima Baharon left safely, but there’s no record about Lord Heavenly Lock.”
A glimmer of light flashed in Fisher’s eyes, and he suddenly spoke, “Wait, I’ve been to the Southern Continent before. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of any records about the demise of Feima Baharon. Both I and all the Dragonfolk of the Southern Continent believe that Feima Baharon is a fictional religion. This faith contains no records about the Dragon God’s passing. Do you have more texts regarding Feima Baharon in you?”
Emhart nodded and said, “Yes, the Dragonfolk during the Ancient Dragon Court period loved to sing praises of Feima Baharon, composing many poems and songs for him, and recorded the luxurious palace where he resided and his magnificent form. Many ruins in the Southern Continent can show evidence of this, which is better than the scarce records available about Lord Heavenly Lock and the World Tree. Perhaps it’s because the Dragonfolk had a harmonious relationship with Feima Baharon; yet, without exception, their poetry up until the fall of the Dragon Court had never mentioned Feima Baharon’s death.”
At this point, Fisher’s thoughts finally became clear, as if a dim light of hope was emerging before him. “So, Feima Baharon might not be dead and could be hiding somewhere in the Southern Continent?”
“Indeed, that is a possibility. Although I don’t know why he hasn’t shown up in so long, it would be good to visit the Southern Continent. We absolutely cannot give up!”
Before Fisher could speak, Emhart was already more excited than him, flying onto his shoulder and bouncing as he continued, “How about we head to the Southern Continent first? According to my speculation, if you go to Nali first, your ex-ex-ex-girlfriend Empress Elizabeth will absolutely not let you leave!”
“Why has it turned back to ex-ex-ex-girlfriend again?”
Fisher glanced at him speechlessly, while Emhart clicked his tongue, glancing toward the direction of Sema Snow Mountain.
“Don’t forget, you still have an ex-wife lying under the Parasol Tree!”
“…”
Fisher coughed lightly, unable to find a response and turned his head away, only to see Ilos sitting quietly beside him, clearly not understanding Fisher and Emhart’s previous dialogue. She tilted her head in confusion, looking a bit hesitant with a complex expression.
“Ex-ex-girlfriend, and an ex-wife?”
“Ah, well, that’s a long story, hard to explain all at once. Ilos, thank you for your hospitality; I just came to check on your situation, and now I need to prepare to leave.”
Fisher smiled as he stood up, and Ilos quickly stood up as well, scanning Fisher, who appeared extremely weak at the moment, and said, “Hey? So soon? Wait, Mr. Fisher, are you going to Furnace Town? How about I take you there?”
“No need, I’m not that weak yet; don’t worry. I don’t know if I’ll get a chance to see you again, but I have noted down your number, and if I have a chance later, I’ll call you. May the Mother Goddess bless you.”
Ilos was momentarily taken aback, then smiled and made a gesture for a humble blessing, replying, “Alright, after all, staying here won’t solve the problem. May the Mother Goddess bless you, hope you recover soon, Mr. Fisher.”
“Definitely.”
Fisher nodded, putting the Fluid Sword into his arms. Emhart, fearing to add weight, flew up quickly, following him toward the exit.
Ilos opened the door for Fisher. The wind and snow of the Northern Region’s New Year were extremely fierce. Not long ago, the Death Lord from the eastern part of Cardu had just walked out, and now, his footprints were barely visible; no one knew which direction he had gone.
Ilos wanted to further send him off, but Fisher waved his hand, signaling that she didn’t need to see him off any longer, heading alone toward the icy, snow-covered area outside the Healing Rot Church.
“Mr. Fisher, remember to call me later!”
“Sure thing!”
Responding to the Sub-Human nun standing at the door, Fisher slowly walked toward Furnace Town, eventually disappearing from Ilos’ view.
In the snowy ground, the two walked and talked for what felt like a long time. Emhart perched above his head, shielding him from the wind and snow while watching him slowly walk through the snow, couldn’t help but shake off the snow on his back and complained to Fisher, “So why didn’t you let the slimes come with you to the Healing Rot Church? Why are you making them wait in the city? It’s so cold outside, and I’m really afraid that before we reach the Southern Continent and find Feima Baharon, you’ll be done for first.”
“Cough… I’m just downgraded in rank, not disabled; getting there is no problem. As for the slimes wanting to wait in the city, that was their idea. When I came down from the Parasol Tree, I briefly mentioned the situation of the Turan Family and the trolls to them, and now the slimes know about the incident with the Snow Fox Tribe.”
As Fisher walked, he began to feel tired. The physique of a zero rank among zero ranks was indeed excessive. A long-lost sense of weakness surged in his body, forcing him to stop in place to rest for a moment.
“Without the curse of the base’s invasion, the slimes are starting to arrange things for returning to the Northern Region. The Turan Family betrayed the phoenix and still resides in the Moon Princess’s fortress, having repeatedly aimed to kill Valentina and the six clans. The slimes will not let the Turan Family go. The current Turan Family consists mostly of short-lived beings infused with phoenix blood; dealing with them is not difficult. The challenge is how to maximize the takeover of the business they have run in the Northern Region for so long. This is why the slimes are waiting for me in McDowell City.”
Emhart glanced at Fisher with surprise and said, “You’re really bad; the Turan Family’s situation is amusing now. Hey, wait a minute, when did you talk to the trolls? How come I didn’t know?”
“Those days you were flipping through the books in your belly every day; I called, but you couldn’t hear, so how would you know what I discussed with the slimes and trolls?”
“Tch, who do you think I’m flipping through those books for? Isn’t it for you?”
“Uh-huh, thank you.”
“You’re being perfunctory!”
After resting for a moment, Fisher continued walking with Emhart.
“Let’s head to the Southern Continent first, to meet Raphael. You probably haven’t seen her; she’s a Dragonfolk and should know something about the Ancient Dragon Court. If we can find Feima Baharon, that would be best. If not, I’ll set out to find the pirates.”
“To find the Destroyer! Didn’t you just say that you know that Destroyer? She’s also the mother of that Whale Folk girl. If we don’t find Feima Baharon in the Southern Continent, we can go to the sea to find her and have her mother save you! Don’t worry, I’ll definitely not mention your personal life to anyone. From now on, you’ll be a pure-hearted gentleman, chaste and noble little prince.”
Emhart interrupted Fisher, spinning around as he spoke. Fisher nearly replied, but suddenly felt the temperature of the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans in his arms gradually rising. His brows furrowed, and he took out the handbook from his left pocket, only to find that the usual lines of ethereal golden words didn’t appear before him.
His motions hesitated for a moment, and suddenly, as if through a telepathic link, his heart sped up for a brief moment. He stopped in place, flipping through the vast information on subhuman species contained in the handbook until he finally paused at a certain page, drawn by a photo resembling a bookmark.
In the two pages, a photo given to him by some sorceress for long-distance contact, which had been silent for about half a year, unexpectedly emitted visible purple light at this very moment.
Fisher’s pupils contracted, and he immediately pulled the photo out from the Handbook. He saw a lark, which he hadn’t seen for a long time, bouncing in the center of the photo, seemingly anxiously bumping against the paper.
“Help! Help! Fisher, Hart saw that Renee was being chased by humans. Fisher, Fisher, help!”
After speaking, the lark in the photo immediately soared from Fisher’s palm, breaking through the constraints of the photo and heading north while flapping its wings and repeating, “This way! This way!”
Emhart, who had originally been floating above Fisher, also took flight, staring blankly at the lark hovering in mid-air, constantly turning to Fisher and speaking, bewildered, “A lark? It flew out from the photo and can talk? Am I still dreaming?”
“Renee.”
“Wait, what Renee? Is that the sorceress you mentioned before?”
Fisher’s breathing suddenly became rapid as he gazed at the lark hovering in mid-air, so familiar that a whiff of familiar fragrance surged up his nose. Forgetting everything else, he immediately ran desperately toward the direction of the lark.
“Emhart, keep up!”
“Huh? Where are you going? Are we not going to McDowell anymore?! Hey, you are still being chased by death; slow down!”
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