Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 907: Section 601: Meeting (Part 2)

Chapter 907: Section 601: Meeting (Part 2)

To speak or not to speak, that is the question.

For the first time, Heinstant felt that this sentence from the novel was very pretentious, yet very appropriate for him today.

Fate has never been as cruel and ruthless as it was today.

The opponent before him is a strong figure who travels upstream in the long river of time, such a terrifying existence most likely could have thrived even during the Great Destruction Era. Modern people do not understand what the Great Destruction Era represents, only those in ancient organizations like the Temple Knights and the Assassin’s Guild, those middle-level managers like him, truly understand how terrifying that era was — a legend that stands tall in today’s era... was merely precious kindling during the passing of civilization’s fire.

And this person, not to mention his ability to give the mixed-giant Tot a good lesson, or the illusion he cast in Heinstant and Ingram’s eyes to disguise his appearance, simply the strength shown by turning slate into a chair in front of Heinstant, represents the pinnacle of Psychic Powers.

Indeed, altering creations is not the pinnacle of a Psychic’s abilities. In this era, the pinnacle among Psychics, the Grand Tutor-level beings can pull down abandoned satellites from the ancient Great Destruction Era and cosmic debris, while altering creations only requires a formal Psychic.

However, without a master-level strength, one could not change the altered creation as swiftly into the required form.

Look at the ergonomic streamline curves of this chair, look at these armrests, Heinstant is certain that this one’s power is definitely more than just a master; beyond a master, there are only Tutors and Grand Tutors.

Not the summit, but as if it is.

Even within their sect, there isn’t a Psychic Master, so this summoned Legendary being, if he wishes, not to mention killing him and Ingram, would find it no problem to completely eliminate their guild’s arrangements in the Eastern human kingdom.

"I already know your mission, now I am curious, you, Heinstant, why are you present in a certain warehouse in the East tonight?"

"Your Excellency, how can you ask me about a problem that hasn’t occurred yet?" Heinstant first argued, then realizing the real issue at hand, he couldn’t help but look at his old friend, and then bowed his head to the Legendary before him: "I understand, in my eyes, none of this has happened yet, but clearly, through some means, you know of the future events that occurred, right?"

"Yes, you are smart, I learned from one of my progenies about what happened tonight at the warehouse, and now that I mention this, you should probably also know what happened there tonight, right?" The Legendary smiled as he sat on the chair.

Heinstant smirked bitterly, he glanced at his old friend, noticing his face turn dark.

Indeed, things were moving toward an uncontrollable direction.

But faced with the Legendary, deceit is even more foolish of a plan, thus Heinstant nodded, not only accepting that he indeed knew what would happen but also deciding to take on the primary responsibility: "Yes, Your Excellency, I believe you are referring to Marley, no, to Hill Gaiate."

Then he noticed that the Legendary Excellency propped his right elbow on the armrest and turned to look at the novices of the Assassin’s Guild.

He glanced over and spotted two targets with dominant Panso cat-people bloodlines, one is a young girl... no, perhaps not, judging by the patterns, this definitely isn’t Hill’s progeny.

The other is a young girl, around 10 years old, her body still immature, beautiful hair, a face naturally stunning without makeup, no wonder that a millennium ago, young Panso cat-people were the most favored merchandise on the slave markets.

Of course, an enraged adult cat-person turning into a slave trafficker’s nightmare is not cute at all.

Heinstant internally criticized, while noting her eyes, gold, slightly narrowed, seemingly smiling... no, Heinstant revised his thought, this was merely a deceptive appearance, she is a true assassin, her body merely a disguise for her inner violent killing intent.

Is this... Hill’s progeny?

Yes, judging from the patterns, it indeed is so; big round black spots on the tail, these are the patterns of Lady Maya from the Gaiate Panso clan pinnacle, although it has been two millennia, anyone truly knowledgeable about Panso cat-people would understand that the legendary bloodline continues, and if a legendary cat-woman has offspring with a legendary male from another race, all her male descendants who visibly exhibit both her and his appearance, their strength will approach that of these two ancestors.

So, the big round black spot patterns on the tail and the round ears, a petite yet powerful body, those gold eyes seemingly brimming with Psychic energy any moment.

The child named Mark ultimately survived, he... continued to pass down his grudge.

And among his descendants, one child ultimately received the favor of Fate.

Oh, speaking of which, is this a boy?

Curiosity about the fact made Heinstant forget that he was sitting in front of a potentially swinging blade.

But the laughter from the Legendary Excellency forced him to refocus his attention.