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Chapter 194 - 180: Gemini Crest, The Second Heartbeat

Chapter 194: Chapter 180: Gemini Crest, The Second Heartbeat

Lind felt a headache for the first time.

He apparently had no talent for learning.

In the great hall of Star Dragon City, Lind sat at a table under Milan’s supervision, his burly figure holding a feather pen as if a bear were hunched over writing.

The candle on the table flickered.

It stretched the shadow in front of it onto the paper, ceaselessly swaying towards Lind.

The tip of the pen touched the paper with a long, slow rhythm, outlining a complex pattern, finishing it in one stroke; it was only at this moment that he dared to take a breath.

With a "huff," the breath he exhaled was so strong that the candle nearly went out.

The flame suddenly shrank into a ball, and the surrounding environment darkened as well.

As the wind dissipated, the candlelight stretched out again, re-illuminating the surroundings.

Lind shook his arms and shoulders; his muscles, strong enough to carry heavy armor while running, now ached intolerably, and he made a series of cracking sounds as he twisted his neck.

"I have recited many poems while dancing in Goliath’s noble halls," Lind said to Milan, who was approaching. "I have danced with ladies you might or might not have heard of in Rand Kingdom, all because of my talent."

But it was only dancing, after all; he already had a fiancée then.

Although the dissolute lives of nobles were as filthy as tattered underwear in the mouths of bards, under the divine witness of Sun Church, engaged men and women must maintain chaste and pure bodies.

After all, there were gods, and nobles really did restrain themselves.

Milan picked up the paper in front of Lind and examined the drawing for a long time before saying, "There are eight mistakes."

Lind remained silent.

The life of a Rune Messenger was much different from what he had imagined, no wonder this group of people didn’t believe in gods; they believed more in themselves.

If he wanted to drink the Magic Potion, he had to keep drawing mystic runes.

This was the trouble one had to endure through the conventional path. If one were like the Undead, drinking Magic Potion carelessly without concern for the future, then of course there would be no need for such hassle.

In this world, it’s easy to take a wrong turn and achieve some success, but it’s hard to keep to the right path at all times.

The sound of Milan pacing in the hall had become a nightmare in Lind’s heart during this period, and he suspected that if he became abyssal, calamitous, or transformed into something other, his non-human form would certainly sprout an eye on its back.

Another piece of paper was placed in front of Lind, and without saying a word, Milan’s intent was clear—keep drawing!

Lind too had to continue, but alas, luck did not seem to be on his side, as he seemed to have a bit of trouble with the path of a Rune Messenger.

Ocasionally, he fantasised about calling over Renzo. Although the Mad Secret Emissary might turn a person mad or even into a noseless bald man... well, that was definitely not an option; Lind had to ensure that his appearance remained likable, not the kind that made people want to slay him for loot.

Mystic runes and the Enchantment skills Bard wielded were two different things. Enchantment could add a layer of enhancement and resistance to weapons and armor, while mystic runes involved infusing the skills of a Blessed Weapon into other weapons.

Skills were scarce, and every time Lind advanced in rank, he only gained two skills for each branch in Great Knight; currently, there was no other method of learning, making the additional skills from weapons extremely important.

Searching for progress wasn’t easy. Lind pulled his hair, always wanting to chat with Milan, who, however, saw through these gestures for what they were, showing no mercy and maintaining a stern face.

You’ll regret this; I am a Lord!

Of course, he did not dare say these words out loud.

Actually, while Lind scratched his head and made faces, Milan was also feeling anxious inside. Having surrendered at lightning speed to Lind’s side in a captive allegiance, she ought to act cautiously and meticulously.

Milan was very cautious in all her subsequent actions and was very proactive when attacking the Tomorrow Magic School. Reed might not be as strong as Lord Leon, but his authority was even greater. Yet, she hadn’t expected that her next assignment would reveal such an unexpectedly different side of Reed.

A lord who is always authoritative scares people, but if one sees the lord scratching his head helplessly because he can’t draw a map, fear diminishes, and a sense of closeness increases.

The nine elite guards often had drinks and chats with Reed, and these days she’d often hear Reed scolding old Pete, Riff, and Pimpyl for coming over to mooch off his liquor.

Miss Miko and Miss Brittany could also openly take pastries from in front of him, and Reed would even remind them to come back for more if it wasn’t enough.

Even those who rarely spoke, like Lance and the others, weren’t too constrained when dealing with Reed.

In a world facing apocalypse, to find such comfort was surprising for Milan; was this the last haven of happiness in the doomsday world?

No matter how little favored by the Mystic Rune Reed was, after Milan imparted a considerable amount of experience to him, he still found that special sense of enlightenment.

He drank the Magic Potion, ascending to the rank of Rune Messenger.

There were no surprises, at this stage, Reed could easily guide the digestion of the Magic Potion when consumed.

Even the promotion of his soldiers was fully partaken by him, ensuring a nearly 100% success rate.

Already prepared, "The Ancient Legend of the Twins·Volume Three" was spread out in front of him. The content from ancient records turned into strands of silk, sketched out Reed’s form in the air, and then split into two, like a mirror image copying itself.

Reed’s body didn’t seem very willing to accept this power, as it already had enough power of its own.

The Sun’s Testament was primary, then branching off were the Crests of the Lost Soul Knight, the Supply Flame Knight, and now a new branch had grown.

The Mystic Rune on his chest became increasingly complex, a symmetrical pattern occupied one corner, and despite being unmistakably unwelcome, the Gemini Crest did not leave but instead forcefully squeezed itself in.

Afterward, Reed heard a "thump, thump," a repeating heartbeat.

His mind was incredibly clear. He raised his hand to press on his chest and felt carefully; indeed, there were two heartbeat sounds in succession.

Reed looked down at the markings on his chest, which reacted with his heartbeat, but it seemed to only react to the first heartbeat. For the second heartbeat, it was as if it noticed nothing.

Thump, thump, thump, thump!

He was certain he had not grown a second heart; he believed he still belonged to the human race.

In the "Twins" book, it was recorded that there was a rule that could inject two types of Mystic Runes into the same weapon.

Reed took a short sword. Injecting the Mystic Rune was easier than he had imagined, which he guessed might be related to his Absolute Control over the power within his body.

What would take Milan several days to complete, a Mystic Rune weapon, Reed managed in just half a day.

He swung the short sword, giving it a light flick, and flames immediately sprang up around the blade, related to the Twin Runes he had infused. There was no need for him to use "Clore’s Fury," just channeling strength into it would trigger the effect. Then a small Carrion Queen peeked out from the sword, burning rapidly upon contact with the fury and transformed into a full-sized adult dog fire lion.

The Gemini Crest, multitasking, he was starting to sense its allure.

But it seemed the Twins weren’t just limited to that; he could distinctly feel that the second heartbeat was weaker, seeming to be entirely separate.

Before exploration, he still had too many tasks to perform, such as using the Crest to make more weapons.

Among them, Morena’s Magic Wand was a fine example of a Blessed Weapon. After infusing energy into it, a protective barrier could form. Reed even planned to consider Mystic Rune Armor equipped with barrier protection as the standard for his soldiers.

As for the Undead, they didn’t like to achieve everything all at once.

Moreover, Knight and his group had finally returned, apparently bringing back some new information.