Mystery: A Spark

“That’s right. The power you wield on this path is the power of order. You’re gradually moving towards establishing laws. For example, issuing laws like ‘No extraordinary actions allowed here’ during battle, and then you can go up and fight the enemy hand-to-hand,” Arthur said with a light laugh.

Xiu opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

So she's really going to box in the future? Her physique isn't suitable for that.

Arthur looked at Gin, whom he had successfully led astray, and his smile grew even brighter. He began to spout nonsense:

"Let me tell you, you're going to develop in the direction of mastering the donkey and the law sooner or later. Having you practice boxing now is to lay the foundation."

"What does boxing have to do with donkeys and magic?" Hugh asked, puzzled.

"You don't understand, do you? Look, if you encounter an enemy, you can try to go up and throw a punch first. If you win, that's naturally the best. But if you lose, you can use the power of the donkey to punish the opponent."

"If you master the donkey, the magic, and the boxing, then almost no one in the world will be your match."

"This is what we call the unity of tower and fist, invincible under heaven." Arthur waved his hand and said with great pride.

Hugh was completely bewildered by Arthur's words, feeling that what he said made some sense, but something still felt off.

"Well, anyway, you must practice your boxing skills diligently, strive to develop your own style, and make a name for yourself." Arthur clenched his fist to encourage Hugh.

"Well, okay, I'll practice boxing properly when I get back." Although Hugh sensed something was off, he nodded in agreement.

"Oh right, I forgot to mention earlier, these boxing gloves aren't just for punching; they also have ranged attack capabilities," Arthur said, as if he had just remembered something.

He leaned forward and showed Hugh how to operate it:

"Look, first like this, then like this... wait, don't fire here, let's go to the back garden, there are targets there we can test fire."

Hugh followed Arthur toward the back garden, curiously fiddling with the boxing gloves on his hands along the way.

Upon arriving in the back garden, Hugh stretched out his hand, palm facing the target in front of him, and was about to fire a shot when he suddenly remembered a question.

"By the way, Arthur, since you said you'd use the name of a liquor as your code name, what's your code name?"

"Me, "

My wine's code name is...

“Trump.”

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Chapter 177 The Poet Classmate Arrives

Wednesday morning, Backlund steam train station.

"Whoosh~~~ Clang clang clang~~~"

With a loud whistle, a steam train, as long as a snake, came from afar, trailing thick black smoke, before gradually slowing down and coming to a stop.

The train arrived at the station, and the passengers disembarked one after another, dispersing in all directions to their respective destinations.

At this moment, a young man with dark hair and green eyes, wearing a long black trench coat and with a somewhat unruly appearance, carried a black leather suitcase and followed the crowd out of the steam train station.

He paused briefly outside the train station, looked up at the misty sky above, and sighed:

"Why is the smog in this godforsaken place still so heavy? I came here once before and never wanted to come back again."

An aged voice said mockingly in his ear:

"Hey, it's a pity your colleague's family is here, and if you want to pursue a higher level of advancement and take revenge on Ince Zangwell, you have to come here too."

Leonard sighed softly and made no response, because it was not appropriate to talk to himself in public; it would seem strange.

He flagged down a carriage by the roadside, got in, and told the driver to head towards St. Samuel's Church.

He wanted to go to the church first to meet his future new colleagues and new captain, as well as Ms. Daly, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

Once aboard the carriage, with the thick cargo bed providing cover, Leonard finally spoke:

“Teacher, I know that Backlund will bring me more opportunities, allowing me to grow up faster, and at the same time, it will allow me to take care of Benson and Melissa.”

"But will that person really come here?"

Pales chuckled softly and said:

"Heh, how can there be a 100% guarantee for such a thing? It's only a very high probability. Even if I had lost most of my extraordinary traits now, I would have had a hard time finding your enemy even in my prime."

"As long as that quill pen is there, don't even think about finding him with extraordinary abilities. Even a prophet wouldn't be able to help."

"Then how am I supposed to find him?" Leonard frowned.

Pales's aged voice rang out:

"Hey, first of all, you need to understand this. He's an ambitious person. Do you think he'll just find a place to quietly retire after becoming a demigod?"

"Definitely not," Leonard said firmly.

He also didn't want that person to go into seclusion, because then he would have almost no chance of revenge.

Pales sighed:

"Yes, how could someone with a quill pen go into seclusion? If he didn't have a bigger scheme, he wouldn't have bothered stealing that powerful sealed artifact in the first place. There's no need to go to such lengths just to survive."

After a slight pause, Palles continued his analysis to Leonard:

"His defection from the Church of the Night has brought him a large number of enemies, so whether he wants to cause trouble or escape the Church of the Night's pursuit, he will definitely seek out an extraordinary organization that is not a righteous church, either to seek cooperation or to choose to join them."

"How can a drop of water perfectly hide itself? Naturally, it hides itself in the ocean. Backlund is such an ocean, filled with all sorts of extraordinary organizations, big and small. It is truly the best place to fish in troubled waters and cause trouble."

"Of course, that's not absolute. That person might still escape the Kingdom of Rune and go to other countries, such as Fusak, so that they could escape the pursuit of the Church of the Night."

"It's an easy way to escape from one country to another after committing a crime in another country. But in any case, Backlund is the most well-informed place in the Kingdom of Loen. If you stay in a small city, even if Ince Zangwell causes a huge uproar outside, you may not be able to get the news in time."

After listening to the old man's analysis, Leonard suddenly felt enlightened and said with some emotion:

“Teacher, I once learned a saying from Anduin… oh no, I should call him Arthur: some people become more experienced and shrewd as they get older. I think that’s exactly what you are.”

Pales chuckled softly and said:

"It's just that I've lived a long time and seen a lot. There's nothing new in this world, nothing new under the sun."

"However, what you just said reminded me that Arthur might be able to provide you with considerable assistance in your revenge against Ince Zangwell."

"After all, he once fought with Ince Zangwell and was badly injured. I don't think this kid is the type to take a loss lying down. He'll probably be looking for a chance to get revenge."

Leonard nodded and said:

"That's what I think too, but I don't plan to go see him during the day today."

"Oh? So what do you want?" Pales asked, puzzled, wondering what kind of trouble this kid was up to.

A malicious smile crept across Leonard's handsome face as he said:

"I plan to go to his house to find him in the middle of the night. He cheated me back in Tingen, and I still remember it."

"I've become a nightmare now. I'll go scare him tonight, hehehe..."

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St. Samuel's Cathedral, North of Backlund.

After getting off the carriage, Leonard went straight into the cathedral.

He greeted the bishop presiding over the service in the church, then went to a corner at the back of the church, pushed open a small door, and saw a stone staircase leading downwards.

Leonard descended the stone steps and soon arrived at the underground area of ​​St. Samuel's Church.

There was already a night watchman waiting there. Leonard took out red gloves from his clothes, put them on, and followed the night watchman into a spacious room.

At this moment, a man in his forties was sitting at a table in the room, flipping through files. He was wearing an extravagant top hat, with soft facial features, long hair at his temples, and a black cane inlaid with gold leaning against him.

Not far from him, on a high-backed chair, sat a woman with an eerie beauty, wearing a black robe, blue eyeshadow and blush.

Upon seeing Leonard enter the room, the man in his forties put down the file he was holding, stepped forward, and said with a smile:

"Hello Leonard, welcome to my team. I heard you applied to finish Red Gloves training early, it seems you have a good learning ability."

“You flatter me, Captain Soster. I’m just more diligent,” Leonard said, looking at the man, his new captain, “Requiem Master” Soster.

Yes, because he received instruction from both Pales and the high deacon Cecima, he mastered the Red Gloves training course very quickly and soon learned almost all the related mystical courses.

Therefore, Leonard simply applied to end his training and officially became a Red Glove ahead of schedule.

Upon hearing his words, the glamorous woman beside him raised an eyebrow. She stood up, walked over, looked Leonard up and down, and said with a light laugh:

"You seem to have changed a lot. You've become much more mature and composed. That's great, and you're even more charming as a man now."

"But why did you choose to join Soster's team? This guy is arrogant, conceited, and cowardly. He always fantasizes that the lady he likes will willingly lie in bed and wait for him. To be honest, maybe that's what 'Nightmare' is all about?"

Leonard, upon hearing this, said with a hint of helplessness:

“Ms. Daly, this was arranged by His Excellency Cecima, and I have now become a nightmare myself, so I do not possess the characteristics you described.”

"Heh, maybe it's because you haven't met a woman who makes your heart flutter yet." Daly chuckled softly, then hesitated before asking, "How is he now?"

“Before coming to Backlund, I went to Tingen to visit the captain. He’s doing well, but his memory is still terrible, and he’s all alone.” Leonard smiled.

Upon hearing that Dunn was still alone, Daly's smile became noticeably wider.

Seeing this, Leonard couldn't help but encourage him:

“I think the captain is getting on in years and can’t keep going on like this all the time, Ms. Daly, what do you think?”

Soster, who was also "alone" to the side, suddenly felt as if he had been shot in the chest. He looked at the two people chatting happily in front of him and felt inexplicably superfluous.

So he silently walked to the side, picked up the file he had been flipping through again, and pretended to read it.

But in reality, he was listening intently to the gossip, wanting to know what was going on with the Nightmare who shared the same fate as him and was favored by Ms. Daly.

Hearing Leonard's highly suggestive words, Daly was clearly tempted.