Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 908: Section 601: Meeting (Part 2)_2

Chapter 908: Section 601: Meeting (Part 2)_2

"You tell a good story, Mr. Heinstant, if I hadn’t heard the whole story of that night from my descendants, I might have believed everything you just said. I’ve seen for myself the integrity of the Temple Knights. Now, your name is..." The Legendary Sir turned his head to look at Ingram, who without any hesitation, knelt down on one knee.

"I am Ingram Fanor, Legendary Sir. I came here today to wield the hammer of judgment and deliver the belated trial to the heretic of our sect, Hill Gaiate, the young son of Yade Gaiate." After finishing his statement, he lifted his head and looked at the Legendary Sir: "Sir, you can kill me. I know my hands are stained with the blood of the Gaiates... but Heinstant is just a scholar, a man of peace. If he is here tonight, it is surely to assist me in this trial."

"Traitors among you? This is indeed a headache-inducing answer. Wait a moment, Mars, my child, come here and tell me what you think." The Legendary Sir gestured to the crowd. Heinstant lowered his head, but when the owner of the red shoes appeared on the edge of his vision, he still sighed deeply in his heart.

Indeed a lovely boy, Pantho cat-people are truly difficult to distinguish when they are young, as written in the books.

And the little master of the red shoes stood next to the chair, shaking his head: "I always thought that the Dead Eyes followed their master and killed my father, who was a police officer... If it wasn’t for my deep dive this time, I might never have known my father’s true cause of death. You say my father betrayed the teachings of the Temple Knights; why would he choose to betray them."

"I know." Heinstant raised his head.

"Heinstant! Do not divulge the secrets of the Order!"

"No, we stand before an Ancient Knight Commander, and there are no secrets before a Knight Commander, my brother." Heinstant shook his head.

"The Gaiate lineage has always served the sect of the Central Holy Kingdom; he was a loyal descendant of the sect. The four generations of Gaiates before him served and died for the sect. Under normal circumstances, we shouldn’t exterminate them so thoroughly." At this point, a pained expression appeared on Heinstant’s face as he looked at the boy: "Your grandfather killed the only son of the Primate at that time, refused to admit his mistake afterwards, and left the sect. It took us twenty-five years to find him."

"Why did my grandfather kill that peer?" The child’s face showed curiosity for the first time.

"I do not have sufficient authority to know the truth, but your grandmother was powerful. I have confirmed her family’s service to the Order in ancient texts. I don’t know why he and she would flee to the world of the Easterners, why they married and had children. We, as members of the Order, only know that since he killed the son of the Primate and fled with another member of the sect... his death is the only recompense." At this point, Heinstant gave a relieved sigh.

Then he looked at the elder sitting here: "If you’re going to kill us, go ahead."

The Sir stretched out his hand, and the Revolver from the Gnome’s waist was in his hand in the next moment. Tapping the Revolver, Heinstant was horrified to see the light of the Spell Formation, to see inscriptions gathering at the muzzle.

A Silencing Magic Array, high-level inscriptions, high-level techniques... The first two had vanished from the human world as the Dwarves retreated underground, and high-level techniques... In an era when the arcane tide had receded, a thirty-year-old, five-ring Mage was already considered a prodigy.

This world has long forgotten what a High-Order Mage is, forgotten what terrifying reality this martial power represents—this is the only term that can be mentioned in the same sentence as ’earth-shattering,’ alongside Transcendent Psychic Grand Tutor.

And the boy took the gun, pointing it at Heinstant.

"Kill me first, child. I am the one for certain to take your father’s life tonight. You come from the future, you should know this. So, kill me first." Ingram said smiling, as he closed his eyes.

"Have you gone mad?" Heinstant looked at the confusion emerging on the child’s face, and the way his hand lowered.

"I’m not mad, I am a combatant. Heinstant is just a scholar. If I die, there will still be those in this timeline seeking out your family, but if Heinstant dies, it will be the greatest loss for our Order and for Rasmus Pharmaceuticals, as he has always been in service to the Rasmus family, creating synthetic drugs that help many poor families who can’t afford naturally made remedies to dream of igniting the transcendent flame..." Saying all this in one breath, Ingram knelt down, sitting on his knees, looking up.

"I understand your hatred. I killed your father because in my eyes he betrayed the Order, and you killing me would be the blood-ritual of a son avenging his father. So, as long as my descendants choose not to seek revenge, the grudge between the Fanor and Gaiate families will come to an end." He said with a smile, then closed his eyes.

Heinstant watched as the child raised the gun aimed at his old friend, and for the first time, the old man shed tears after an unknown length of time since last.