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Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Chapter 131: Magic Cauldron and Holy Lance Chapter 200: Chapter 131: Magic Cauldron and Holy Lance The knight huddled in the corner, shivering uncontrollably, his heart pounding with fear.

He had never seen such a massive, such a terrifying magical beast!

Mere footsteps on the ground caused vibrations that were enough to make the knight’s entire body go numb!

After fleeing from Mr.

Thunder, he had been searching for the Holy Lance.

The knight’s thoughts were simple.

Compared to the Antlers, he was the weaker party.

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The Path of Dusk excelled in prolonging life, while the Path of Adaptation was good at hiding.

If he were to find two dead among the three of them, the knight believed he should be one of them.

So what he could do was find the Holy Lance.

—If the Holy Lance could defeat the Giants, it should also be able to defeat Alistair!

Although obtaining the Holy Lance would reveal his position to others...

if he could confront Alistair, then he wouldn’t fear his attack; if the Holy Lance wasn’t enough to defeat him, he would eventually be caught and killed.

And if the Antlers and the assassin who killed Mr.

Dark Cloud sensed the Holy Lance and came over, he could try to kill one of them, or let Alistair, who would be drawn over as well, kill them!

He had no doubt he was the weakest among them.

Therefore, the knight harbored no illusions of luck—being weak, he had to resort to the most risky methods for a chance to win!

That’s when the question arose.

—Where would the Holy Lance be?

The knight’s way of thinking could even be described as naive:

Since the ritual was constructed by the Silver-Crowned Dragon and the Serpent Father without the presence of the Great Sage and the Hourglass, the Pillar Gods who favored the clever, it meant the puzzle of the ritual should not be complex and should be attainable by all.

—If the puzzle is so complex that even I can’t think of the solution, then the others might not be able to either!

The Silver-Crowned Dragon and the Serpent Father wouldn’t favor those on the Path of Balance and the Path of Wisdom, so the riddle must be simple!

From this perspective, the knight began to interrogate himself: Intuitively, what should the clue be?

He quickly determined a plan: The Path of Devotion is about light and fire, which means candles and brightness.

Since the goal he was searching for was the Holy Lance left by the Apostle of the Path of Devotion, and everything around was shrouded in darkness...

then all he needed to do was to head toward the light, and he would undoubtedly be right!

This must be the hint left by the Pillar Gods!

And indeed, the knight found the right direction.

Following the light, he quickly arrived at a hall, brightly lit and filled with giants.

In the center of the hall there was an enormous cauldron.

There was no fire beneath the cauldron, yet the food inside was bubbling fiercely.

A vast amount of stew was simmering in the cauldron, with an abundance of overcooked vegetables being pushed out of the boiling cauldron onto the floor.

The knight saw eggplants, carrots, onions, corn, cabbage, potatoes, as well as apples and grapes.

The food kept emerging from the cauldron, growing more and more, piling higher and higher.

The relentless cooking from the cauldron caused the surrounding air to become blurred.@@@@

The steam rising made the whole room humid and hazy.

This must be the Magic Cauldron!

Thought the knight.

But as he planned to move closer to see, he suddenly heard a thumping sound.

“Ah...”

A deep, somewhat aged voice resounded: “What on earth is going on...”

The voice sounded slightly annoyed.

But soon, with a creak, a pair of red-furred giant feet stepped onto the ground.

The moment he stood up, it was like an eclipse—

That was where he had come from, shortly after the Giant’s departure.

Noises that could attract the Giants appeared in the distance, and now Aleister was in front of him…

The Knight realized—he was probably the last one.

“Are you going to kill me?”

To Aiwass’s surprise, however, the Knight seemed relieved and raised his hand to signal that he did not intend to resist, “May I say a few words?”

“I don’t intend to kill you.”

Aleister watched him calmly, “You said it yourself—at the final moment, you would cooperate with me and Mr.

Grey Hood.

“Now is that final moment.

To prevent others from interfering… aside from us three, everyone else is already dead.

“Or are you suggesting… Sir Knight, that you were merely bluffing to deceive me?”

At that point, another figure emerged silently from the shadows, glanced at the Knight quietly, and then disappeared without a trace.

“So you’re not dead?!”

The Knight blurted out.

He had thought for sure that the assassin was dead!

At that moment, he felt somewhat bewildered—this Demon, who was so honest.

Compared to Antlers and the others, he was undoubtedly weaker.

Yet Aleister preferred to work with him… was it just because he had shown him true goodwill?

“External identities and rituals are unrelated; we are competitors, opponents, and potential allies… that’s what you said yourself, right?”

Aleister smiled darkly, “I took it very seriously.

Wasn’t it you who advised me not to talk to them?”

“…So you believed me then.”

Sir Knight felt a warmth in his heart and murmured softly.

All the secrets of the Path of Authority, the established history of Avalon… all of it was a lie, history that had been altered.

Now, as a Demon of Transcendence… Aleister showed him what sincerity meant.

The past and current misconceptions interwove, leaving the Knight momentarily bewildered.

He did not know who to trust, who was right, who was just.

“Mr.

Alistair,” the Knight couldn’t help but ask, “are you a good person?”

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.”

Aleister smiled but did not provide a direct answer.

He countered, “Do you care so much about this question?

Is a good person always good, and a bad person forever unable to be good?

“Who defines what good and bad people are?

Is it the morality in your heart, or the laws of Avalon?”

Hearing Aleister’s response, the Knight opened his mouth.

He fell silent for a while, then suddenly made up his mind.

“My name is Barton.

People call me ‘Restless Barton’.”

The Knight, known as Barton, spoke seriously, “You have never hidden your real name, and if I continued to engage with you as ‘Knight,’ I would feel ashamed.

At the very least, I should tell you my last name.

“You can call me Barton, Mr.

Alistair.”

Barton finally couldn’t resist asking, “There’s something I want to ask you…

“—How did you step onto the Path of Transcendence in the first place?

Do you think it’s possible for me?”