Chapter 141 - The Heretic Cult Believer’s Identity (2/2)

“I’ll see about it when we have the resources in the future. It’s a pure waste to build that now.” Gawain waved his hand. “Enough of that, let us get down to business.”

“Of course.” Melita still remembered her purpose in coming here. “Please let me have a look at the ring that you found.”

Gawain fished out the Mithril Ring that he had gotten from the heretic cult believer on the spot, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Melita.

Miss Agent’s eyes narrowed the moment she saw the silver ring. Her look became solemn — evidently, that thing was real.

She picked up the ring, placed it in front of herself, and examined it carefully while stroking the inner side so as to verify those encrypted patterns. In the end, she lifted the ring to her lips and softly uttered a few syllables.

Those syllables sounded fuzzy and indistinguishable. Gawain had sharply realized almost immediately that they weren’t ordinary incantations; the voice that was close to a low whisper wasn’t even something that the human vocal cords could make. And as these few syllables fell, the surface of the ring was suddenly flooded with a layer of hazy glow and vibrated lightly.

A good ten-odd seconds later, these phenomena then slowly disappeared.

After completing what seemed to be the special authentication spell, Melita exhaled lightly, but her voice didn’t relax at all. Instead, it was especially solemn. “Yes indeed… It’s the VIP token of Mithril Vault. Its owner is Bard Wendell.”

“Bard Wendell?” Gawain frowned. He didn’t recognize the majority of the great figures of the present era, but he was very familiar with many surnames of those big figures. “I’ve heard of the Wendell surname before. There was a hothead surnamed Wendell amongst the batch of people moving eastward back then.”

“That’s right. Bard Wendell, descendant of the Typhon Empire’s Wendell clan.” Melita’s gaze was very serious. “You should be able to remember. The Wendell clan is as ancient as your Cecil Clan. Inherited to this day, it is already one of the most prestigious clans in the Typhon Empire. The Duke Ferdinand Wendell of the present era is the Typhon Empire’s strongest ‘Knight Lord’, also the Wolf General before the previous, and a descendant of the ‘hothead’ that you mentioned.”

“Knight Lord?” Gawain frowned. “Is it the kind of feudal lord that I know of?”

“No, it’s a unique title created after the Typhon Empire went through a military-system reform,” Melita casually explained. “The Typhon Empire went through multiple reforms in recent decades, especially in the military. They reorganized and registered all knights, warriors, Mages, and all other Beyonder fighters, forming the ‘Empire Corps’ that doesn’t have the private armies of the aristocrat clans as its foundation. The Knight Lord is the military chief of the order of knights that commands this corps.”

Gawain was originally only casually inquiring; he didn’t expect to hear such information. His brows instantly knitted together. “Typhon Empire built a professional, standardized Beyonder corps?!”

“Yes.” Melita nodded naturally. “That’s why their military might expanded so quickly.”

“…That bunch of gluttons in the capital.” Gawain instinctively clenched his fists. “I actually didn’t hear any news in this respect in Anzu at all. Even when I inquired from those aristocrats when I was in the capital, I couldn’t get such information!”

“Ah, they’re unlikely to not have the slightest idea about the things happening in the neighboring country, but as to why they’re unwilling to take it seriously, it’s hard to say.” Melita shrugged indifferently. “We can discuss these issues at the national level hereafter. We’d better continue discussing the problem of the heretic cult believer and the ring.”

“Alright.” Gawain relaxed his fists. “The owner of this ring, Bard Wendell, what is his relationship with the current Duke Ferdinand Wendell?”

“Bard Wendell is the only son of Duke Ferdinand, and also the previous Wolf General,” Melita said, pausing with every word. “Most importantly, he’s been missing since ten-odd years ago!”

Gawain’s gaze turned strange. “Heir of the Wendell clan, general of the Typhon Empire, there’s indeed nothing odd if he were a major client of the Mithril Vault, but… the one I saw at Tanzan Town was a Grade 5 fallen Druid!”

The difference between these two identities was huge, such that Gawain was totally unable to link them together. He glanced at the ring in Melita’s hand and instinctively shook his head. “I’m starting to suspect that the heretic cult believer had stolen or picked up this ring again.”

“Very unfortunately, your suspicions are still invalid.” Melita shook her head. “I’ve already checked. Other than records of your contact, this ring hasn’t been touched by anyone else who does not match the identity. In other words, this ring had been previously worn on Bard Wendell’s hand the whole time. It has never changed hands.”

“The Grade 5 fallen Druid that you met… was Bard Wendell in person.”

Gawain was stunned speechless.

But very soon, several details flashed across his mind.

When he was engaged with the heretic cult believer previously, he kept instinctively going for close combat. Even when he possessed sorcery that was more powerful, he chose to hide in the shadows and assassinate with his sword.

In the fight, the heretic cult believer revealed an extremely brilliant swordsmanship, and he was clearly highly experienced with wielding a sword.

The heretic cult believer’s weapon was a single-handed sword, and the weapon used by Tilian Wendell in the eastern roads pioneering team was also a single-handed sword. The swordsmanship of the two seemed to be very similar, highly likely that they were derived from the same origin…