Chapter 198
Prince of Giants Wolfram
When Eivass saw his wheelchair being grabbed by Gryphon Philip, he thought Mr. Philip was going to fly him like a kite.
He himself was that kite.
He had to hold onto the wheelchair tightly so as not to fall off.
Both Priests and Demon Scholars were professions that offered relatively low improvements to physical fitness. Fortunately, Eivass’s own physical strength was not bad; he wouldn’t fall off midway and become a bomb dropped by a bomber plane.
As they flew, Eivass realized for the first time… Mr. Philip was much steadier than he had imagined.
Eivass felt no air resistance during the acceleration phase. It wasn’t until the Gryphon rapidly approached its destination and began to slow down that Eivass started to feel the pressure. Even so, Philip was distracted by keeping Eivass stable.
Looking down from above, Eivass immediately knew where the incident had occurred.
Near the Inspection Bureau of the Red Queen District, about two blocks away, not a single passerby could be seen.
People subconsciously chose to take detours, leaving a circular area empty. Similarly, because no one approached them, no one noticed the stealthy Red Robe Men, whose clothing and appearance looked unsettling.
“It’s a驱人 ritual.”
The Grand Guardian narrowed his eyes slightly. “They’ve driven away everyone who might have seen them, and infiltrated like this.”
Driving away everyone who might see them—this could undoubtedly be considered a form of stealth.
At least it was much gentler than killing everyone who saw them.
“Send Eivass and Lily down, Philip.”
The Grand Guardian instructed, “Put them down somewhere a little farther away, then come back to help me. After I clear out the people inside, I’ll let them come over to treat.”
“No problem.”
His Gryphon partner said in a deep voice.
“We can fight too,” Eivass interjected. “Ordinary Demon Scholars can’t defeat us.”
“Alright.”
The Grand Guardian didn’t say any useless things like “Are you sure?” or “You shouldn’t do that,” or “How many people can you handle?”
Since Eivass said he could do it, he directly chose to trust him. “Then put them at the back door—you two, remember to enter the Inspection Bureau from the back door, control the scene, and then treat the others.”
He was decisive.
After issuing the order, he spread his arms and jumped from the Gryphon’s back.
His arms spread, like a cross, or like a swooping hawk.
Just then, the slightly shorter Giant had just finished giving his order.
The sky suddenly darkened.
As a more violent hurricane swept up, making the Red Robe Men stagger.
A bolt of lightning struck with a roar—
Immediately after, a black and white storm expanded rapidly from the impact point.
In just an instant, half of the assembled Demon Scholars were cut in half at the waist or decapitated.
The Grand Guardian slowly stopped spinning, his dual blades twirling slightly in his hands, two bloodstains splattering on the ground.
He looked at the leading Giant, his pupils contracting slightly.
George furrowed his brow and his hand holding the dual blades clenched slightly. “Wolfram… so you are the leader of Noble Red?”
“Long time no see, George. How have you been?”
The leading Giant ignored the tragically dead Red Robe Scholars.
He simply turned back and gazed at the Grand Guardian with eyes as calm as a lake. “It’s been a few years, and you’ve become the Grand Guardian. I’m surprised… I thought you were already dead.”
“It’s been over a decade, Wolfram.”
The Grand Guardian gazed at the Giant, his eyes complex. “Time is tight, so let’s skip the pleasantries.
“…Tell me, how did you get in?”
If a Fifth Tier Extraordinary was to infiltrate Glass Island, they would be noticed by the Grand Judge. Afterwards, the Grand Guardian would use Avalon’s Eye to track them, identify the target, and then hand them over to Avalon’s strongest, Meg, for contact. This was the normal procedure.
The structure of this barrier was simple, but precisely because it was so simple, it was impossible to bypass.
According to Avalon’s Law, all Fifth Tier Extraordinary beings were forbidden from entering Glass Island. If they had to enter, they needed to be registered and obtain approval. Without approval, entering directly would trigger the law and be sensed by the Grand Judge.
Although the Grand Guardian didn’t know the opponent’s level, he should be Fifth Tier.
After all, four hundred years ago, Wolfram was already a Fourth Tier Berserker. However, after his power became Authority, his profession dropped by half a level, becoming a “Bound One.”
But because of this, the once-mad Giant, prone to losing his temper, instead relied on the suppression of the “Bound One” on his spirit to gain rationality.
“Guess?”
Wolfram smiled. “It’s technology you humans gave me anyway.”
“Star Antimony people?” the Grand Guardian pressed.
“I didn’t say anything,”
the Giant replied.
“You should say something.”
The Grand Guardian narrowed his eyes, his tone placid. “Consider it repayment for the humiliation you brought me.”
The first time he met Wolfram, this silent Giant was still locked up in a secret chamber.
At that time, the Grand Guardian was still young. He was not yet thirty, nor had he inherited the position of Grand Guardian. He was merely a retired air cavalryman who had taken on the role of Director of the Inspection Bureau, along with another secret duty—guarding “Prince Wolfram.”
At that time, Wolfram had over three hundred large silver nails inscribed with legal clauses hammered into his whole body, with the largest ones piercing his spine. The reason he survived was simple… because Wolfram was one of the very few Giants who chose to surrender after defeat, and his status was not low, holding many secrets.
He was a direct descendant of the Giant King.
In human terms, he was a prince—albeit the youngest prince.
As a pure-blooded Giant, he naturally ate people. Besides humans, he also ate Elves, Dwarves, and Lizardmen. He had even eaten a Dragon, and Wolfram’s favorite dish was Elven maidens under fifty years of age.
Lancelot I had wanted to publicly execute him, but Merlin thought he was still useful, so he was kept. Afterward, Wolfram exchanged the treasure of the Giant Dynasty for a promise that he would not be subjected to corporal punishment for interrogation. And he almost always provided some useful information every year, plus he was usually well-behaved, so he was sealed and imprisoned for over four hundred years.
Giants’ lifespans were similar to Elves’, around five to six hundred years.
After more than four hundred years of imprisonment, Wolfram had transformed from a youth into an old man.
At that time, the Grand Guardian had only been Director of the Inspection Bureau for three years when Wolfram escaped from his jurisdiction.
He had somehow removed the seal and broken out himself. While pursuing him, Wolfram suddenly disappeared.
This was the biggest mistake George had made from birth until now.
Although strictly speaking, this matter should have had nothing to do with him… it was still his responsibility. He had let the most important prisoner escape and even lost track of him.
If Her Majesty the Queen had not forgiven him, there would likely be no Grand Guardian George today.
He was probably fourteen or fifteen years old now.
Seeing Wolfram again now, the Grand Guardian felt his long-calm blood boiling once more.
The past shame, guilt, and anger surged back to the surface—George realized then that he had not forgotten that event as he had thought.
He charged at Wolfram without hesitation.
However, Wolfram merely smiled at him, his eyes filled with pity.
The Grand Guardian was filled with vigilance, mustering all his spirit—
—But in the next moment, he passed straight through Wolfram, stumbling.
It was as if the other party was merely an illusion, and he had passed through him.
…How could this be?
Hadn’t he just thrown Director Taiya back?
The Grand Guardian subtly reached out and touched Avalon’s Eye on his chest.
He quickly glanced at his side and was stunned in place.
—Where were those two Giants beside him?
Only those Red Robe Men were there.
And those two Giants were like air, not here at all.
Watching the Grand Guardian’s confused and hesitant posture, the smile on Wolfram’s lips grew more pronounced.
“That’s ‘Mirage’.”
At this moment, Eivass’s voice rang out.
He spun his wheelchair and moved forward slowly, saying to the Grand Guardian, “Don’t mind them—go deal with the others.”
Hearing Eivass’s voice, Wolfram’s smile disappeared instantly, his expression turning cold.
He carefully observed Eivass and then revealed a sarcastic smile.
“I wondered who it was…
“So it’s that old man’s grandson.”
Chapter Two will be written after dinner!
