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Chapter 159 Forging Blades

Mr. Hutton held a very thin red pencil between his right index finger and fingers.

"The four new recruits all came to help."

The four people stood still, unable to move, but the rubbings were automatically transmitted to them.

Edmund.

With a flick of his finger, Mr. Hutton sent a section of the rubbing, a luminous medieval inscription, flying to Edmund's side.

"You're in charge of this section."

"Maggie." Another inscription with pre-Roman serrations flew up next to Maggie.

"The entire Gaelic system is yours."

"Yes."

"Theodore." Mr. Hutton's red pencil drew a rough map in mid-air.

"Memorize everything about the battlefield every second, the children's movements, the captain's slashing points, Sarah's bullet trajectories... and report it to me."

"...Report this to you?" The boy's voice trembled slightly.

"No analysis is needed, just report."

"……yes."

Richard.

The final and largest section was given to his own students.

"You do the overall work."

"Once Edmund and Maggie are spoken, you immediately connect the corresponding parts."

The part that's broken in the middle, you retrieve from your mind.

"...What I have in my head may not be enough," Richard answered honestly.

"Report it whether it's enough or not."

"What you haven't read in your mind, I'll treat as a gap; what you have read in your mind, I'll use immediately."

"Yes."

The hunter can only kill the child, not the mother.

The hidden figures can only suppress the situation, not the source.

To sever the connection with the Mother herself, it is necessary to analyze the inscription she wrote on the etheric level from beginning to end.

This is something that no one else in the room could do except scholars.

This is the work of scholars: to forge a sharp blade with knowledge and words.

To do it quickly, you need someone to help you.

"Begin." Mr. Hutton raised his right red pencil.

The children moved down from the ground. Strands of gray flowed beneath the "ground," reaching the outer edge of the circle of the True Name Stone and beginning to arch upwards.

"Edmund, you come to the section of text that lights up in the southeast."

"...'In nomine Sancti Cuthberti' (In the name of Saint Cuthberti)," Edmund reported immediately.

"later?"

"qui custodit limen" (the one who guards the threshold).

"The Threshold Guardians?" Mr. Hutton confirmed.

"Yes."

"it is good."

The old scholar drew a line on the crescent-shaped rubbing with his red pencil.

Remove the phrase "Guardian of the Threshold" from its corresponding position in this medieval inscription and move it to the center of the rubbing.

"Maggie."

"exist."

"That northwestern section, pre-Roman."

Maggie bit her lip.

She still held her oak staff upright in her place, with the ram's horn at the top pointing downwards.

The eighteenth figure peeked halfway out from the "ground" beneath her feet, hidden by her turquoise ring, neither above nor below.

She had to divide her attention in half to maintain the cyan-green ring and in the other half to read the words.

"Sí (彼)." She uttered the first word.

"Um."

The second word is "a ghoideann." (to steal).

"Um."

"scáth na n-óg. (Shadow of a young person)"

"We've already read the phrase, 'The one who steals the shadows of young people.'"

"Yes."

"Now it's competing with 'The Guardian of the Threshold'."

The old scholar touched the two sections together in the center of the rubbing.

When the rubbing was touched, a gap appeared in the center of the crescent-shaped rubbing.

The shape of the missing part is what Richard should fill in.

"Richard, take the call."

Richard focused his thoughts on the empty space in the center of the rubbing.

Knowledge is pushed to its limit in this second.

He rummaged through his own mind:

Page 143 of the book "A Comparison of Pre-Roman Inscriptions and Medieval Seal Terminology" on the east side of the third floor of the Imperial Capital University Library;

Isabella gives him the glossary of Alexandrian school terms, group two, line five;

Appendix C, Part Two, concerning the "name of the etheric circulation";

The detailed annotations in "A Study of Weak Points in the Curtain" regarding "the connection of inscriptions on sacrificial scars"...

Between "the one who guards the threshold" and "the one who steals the shadow of the young," the medieval church used a transitional incantation, "qui transit sub umbra (the one who walks in the shadow)."

Richard's brain was overloaded for a moment before he slowly uttered the words.

He now finally understood why the trait unlocked at Lv3 for [Knowledge] was [Broad Knowledge].

"The one walking beneath the shadow?" Mr. Hutton confirmed.

"Yes."

"What about Gael's statement corresponding to the pre-Roman period?"

“‘Tí faoi scáth.’ (The one under the shadow)”

"it is good."

The old scholar drew a line on the crescent-shaped rubbing with his red pencil.

The three segments—"the one who guards the threshold," "the one who walks beneath the shadow," and "the one who steals the young man's shadow"—are connected by the same thread.

Richard used his spiritual vision to see an extra line flashing with a dark gray light on the rubbing.

That line was the prototype of the judgment.

Theodore.

"exist!"

"Where is the second child located in the southeast?"

"It's four steps and seven minutes from the outer edge of the True Name Stone, and it's moving north," the boy from the horse farm stammered.

"speed?"

"Move a little more than one step per second."

Which side does he favor?

"To the west."

"it is good."

Mr. Hutton moved one end of the dark gray line to the spot where the second child in the southeast was moving over.

Hang the line.

The second child walked over there and was tugged by the hanging string.

He wasn't nailed down; he was just pulled off course by half a step.

But half a step is enough for tonight.

"A single judgment has implicated a child."

"There are twenty-five sections in total. Our goal is to keep the children occupied with the judgments."

At the same time, save the pronouncements that were read aloud, to be used when reading the mother's pronouncements.

At that moment, Richard finally understood the true structure of the battlefield tonight.

Twenty-five children are both an attack and material for discussion.

The more children there are, the more they read.

The more you read, the more thoroughly you understand your mother.

"Madam," Richard couldn't help but speak.

"Hmm?" Mrs. McNeil responded from the center.

"Did you know from the beginning that the children would also be source material?"

"Of course," Mrs. McNeil answered matter-of-factly. "Otherwise, if I killed them all, I wouldn't be able to read tonight."

Richard understood the true meaning of the first round of battle at that moment.

Captain Whitfield's axe never killed the children from the start.

Sarah's silver lead bullets could only pierce the heart, not disintegrate.

The two hunters were tasked with "holding on".

Hold the children still and let Mr. Hutton and the four newcomers read it aloud, section by section.

This is the real crossing of the curtain tonight.

With each child that emerged, Mr. Hutton would tear off a section of the inscription she carried.

"Edmund, the word that lights up behind the third child in the northeast."

"In nomine Spiritus Sancti" (In the name of the Holy Spirit).

"later?"

"qui pacem dat" (the one who brings peace).

"The one who bestows peace." Mr. Hutton confirmed: "The Gaelic language opposite? Maggie."

“‘an tí a thugann síocháin’ (The Peacemaker),” Maggie replied smoothly.

"Your Gaelic is far better than your Latin," Theodore muttered to himself from his seat.

"It's better than you not knowing anything at all." Maggie replied quickly, her eyes fixed on her feet.

"Focus," Mr. Hutton said, forbidding any interruptions.

"Yes," the two newcomers replied in unison.

"Richard, take the call."

Richard retrieved the corresponding transitional inscription from his mind.

This set is a bit more difficult than the previous one because the medieval church and the pre-Roman Druids had completely different narratives regarding the concept of "peace".

The peace of the church is the peace of the Kingdom of Heaven.

[Knowledge] I pulled out a passage from my mind, the early bilingual vocabulary list of the Alexandrian school, group eleven, line three.

"Pax inter pides (Ning in the Stone World)," Richard reported.

"Okay." Mr. Hutton drew a line on the rubbing with his red pencil.

The second judgment has been released.

They hung it up and grabbed the third child in the northeast direction, pulling the child to a stop in place.

The pace of disassembly was accelerating, Richard's mouth was so dry it hurt, and his microcirculation was burning.

The faster the report, the faster it spreads; the faster it spreads, the faster it gets thirsty.

He used "breathing healing" to moisten his throat again.

Wherever the breath flows, it heals itself through minor wounds.

"Maggie."

"exist."

"The sixth child from the west."

"I can't read it all," Maggie said, slightly out of breath.

"If you can't read the whole thing, choose a newspaper you can read."

"Is it 'ash' or 'salt'... I can't tell the difference."

"Which part of her body looks brighter?"

"The shoulder section."

"In the pre-Roman system, the area around the shoulders was specifically in charge of 'salt,'" Mr. Hutton immediately concluded. "According to the salt report."

"Yes, 'an tí a chuireann sann' (the one who sprinkles salt)," Maggie replied again.

"it is good."

"Edmund, a transitional word for salt in the medieval system."

"'qui spargit sal' (the one who sows salt)."

"Richard, take the call."

Richard's mind was already buzzing at that moment.

"sal sub umbra" (salt under the shadow).

"Salt in the shadows," Mr. Hutton confirmed. "Good."

The sixteenth child bypassed the captain.

He slipped through a very thin crack.

When the captain swung the axe, he slipped behind it.

As Sarah raised her shotgun, he slipped under the barrel.

The wolf spat out golden threads to block another figure rushing towards it from the north, neglecting him.

He poked half his head out of the ground and disappeared into Richard's shadow.

Richard felt a sinking feeling in his chest, and the next part of the verdict that he was about to utter got stuck in his throat.

He looked down, and his shadow creased at his feet, revealing the face of the sixteenth child within the crease.

"Oops."

Mr. Hutton caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and his right hand paused on the red pencil, but he himself could not move.

On the outer ring, Captain Field roared one after another.

Sarah groaned as something hit her shoulder.

Richard tried to reach for the gun, but his body was pinned down.

He gritted his teeth, then suddenly thought of something.

【Shadow Armor】 is the inversion of 【Stone Armor】.

Add the "weight" of the stone to the target's shadow, making the target itself heavier.

But his current target is his own shadow.

He cannot make his shadow heavier, that would only make him heavier.

He needs to stabilize the shadow, which is originally something from the etheric level.

The essence of Breathing Healing is to use ether as a repairing medium.

What if he pushed this repairing effect down from the chest cavity and applied it to the shadow area under his feet?

Richard didn't think any further.

During the third cycle of exhalation, he reversed the direction of "healing" from the chest cavity.

From repairing the microcirculation inwards, it has turned into repairing the shadow outwards.

The energy flows downwards from the Sun's Seat.

It passes through the abdominal cavity, down the waist and hips, and along the inner thighs along the etheric pathway all the way to the ankles.

He continued to push his breath down from his ankles, out of the soles of his feet, and into the shadow beneath his feet.

The shadow caught it, and Richard immediately knew it had worked.

The once flowing edges settled down, and the folds were smoothed out by the breath.

The sixteenth child's half-exposed head was sealed back into the shadow from bottom to top by this repair medium.

Richard's shadow changed from a flowing state to a fixed state.

His shadow is now more stable than any shadow in the material world.

"Are you alright?" Mr. Hutton asked from the other side.

"I'm fine now," Richard reported, panting.

"...Madam, it seems we don't need your help anymore."

"Then let's continue," Mrs. McNeil responded from the center.

She waved, signaling the Moonstone Pendant Spirit, who was originally to be transferred to Richard's "negotiation" post, to return to its original position.

"Okay." Richard quickly finished reciting the passage of the verdict that had been interrupted: "'The one who gives his shadow to his child.'"

"Not bad." Mr. Hutton marked it with his red pencil.

Richard silently calculated that the stabilizing effect of [Breathing Healing] on the shadow seemed to be stronger than its repairing effect on the physical body.

Perhaps because shadows are inherently something of the etheric plane.

Physical repair requires converting ether from the repair medium into a form that the body can absorb, and this conversion process involves efficiency loss.

The shadow is an echo at the etheric level and does not require transformation.

He made a mental note of it.

But there's no time to think about it further now.

"Richard, take the call."

Richard's mind raced again, trying to recall the corresponding Alexandrian school terminology:

"Consotio sub velo" (The Comfort Under the Curtain).

Mr. Hutton confirmed, "Okay."

Richard glanced at the outer ring as he read the report.

The judgment is almost complete, and the scholar's sharp blade is about to be forged.

The situation on the field was changing; Sarah's team had already been injured.

The huntress had a bruise on her left shoulder. Ether wounds don't bleed, but she had to press her left wrist against her knee to hold it down every time she loaded a bullet.

She set her sights on another group of figures rushing in from the north; three children piled together were lunging toward Edmund's feet.

If that halo breaks, Edmund's spot will be gone.

With Edmund's square gone, the four corners of the outer ring are missing a corner, and the central formation will have to share the weight of that corner again, making it even harder for the lady to free up her hands.

Sarah must first break up the three children.

boom!

She fired another shot.

On the other side of the outer ring, Captain Field's roar turned into a groan of pain.

Richard glanced at it.

The captain's left thigh was held down by a hand, which began to penetrate the muscle.

The child is "eating" the captain's shadow.

The hunter, in his burst state, had his pain temporarily suppressed.

It hurts, but it won't affect my mobility.

The captain gritted his teeth as he chopped down numbers 20 and 21.