Chapter 2165: Sending Them Off
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The military arrived after Mo Fan dragged Babbitt off down the mountain.
Mo Fan purposely avoided them. He went to the olive grove on Green Sprouts Island, which was currently covered by the sea water.
Mu Bai and Zhao Manyan were already waiting for him there. They lost their usual carefree attitude after they saw the menacing expression on Mo Fan’s face. After all, every person would feel angry after learning the truth behind the incident.
“Mo Fan, the godfather of the Black Ornaments in Crete will most likely run away after he learns the military academy has been destroyed. It will be tricky to take him down,” Zhao Manyan pointed out.
“I know,” Mo Fan nodded. He then turned to Babbitt, “Do you know why I avoided those soldiers?”
Babbitt shook his head.
“Didn’t you want me to give you another chance?” Mo Fan went on.
Babbitt nodded quickly.
“I will give you the chance you asked for. Go look for your godfather and tell him I’ll be collecting evidence near the pool. If he wants to cover up the truth, he will have to kill me before I report back to the Parthenon Temple and the Holy Judgment Court. If he can kill me, the two of you can retain your freedom,” Mo Fan said.
Babbitt had thought he was going to die for sure. His eyes glittered when he heard the words.
“For…for real?” Babbitt stammered.
“You already saw my way, and I don’t represent any organizations. For me, even if you are arrested and sentenced to death, it’s still too light of a punishment for you, so I’m dealing with you myself. I don’t want you to fall into the hands of the government, the military, or the Parthenon Temple,” Mo Fan stated grimly.
He had let the tattooed man go to ask Kachasa for help. He then spared Kachasa’s life so she could seek protection. He had let Babbitt go so he could seek shelter from Secretary Richard.
If Mo Fan was representing any organization, the whole of Crete would be in a mess right now. There had to be a reason that a troop of soldiers was heading to the military academy. They were most likely Secretary Richard’s backup.
The truth was still not out there. Mo Fan was the only person who knew everything!
“Leave. If your godfather doesn’t show up, my shadow demon will drag you into the deepest Hell. I bet Secretary Richard is already waiting for you down there,” Mo Fan told him emotionlessly.
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Babbitt quickly fled to the city after Mo Fan released him. He might still have a chance if he managed to find the godfather!
Mu Bai frowned when he saw Babbitt running away. “Won’t the godfather run away if he has the slightest amount of common sense?” he asked.
“There’s nothing we can do if he tries to run away, so I can only gamble,” Mo Fan replied.
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Green Sprouts Island had sunk into the sea. Only a part of it remained above the surface. Some of its trees were barely above the water.
The pool that Babbitt had mentioned was on the other side of the olive grove. It was a little body of water formed by the rapid currents. The pool was several times deeper than the surrounding areas. It was difficult to dive deep into the hole because of the rapid currents, let alone reach its bottom.
The hole was almost as big as an underwater cave, with a width of a few hundred meters and a depth of several thousand feet. Even a whale was like a little fish in it.
The water splashed as a soaked figure reached the surface. He was carrying a rotten corpse.
“Damn it, I almost vomited in the water,” Zhao Manyan shook the filthy water off himself and placed the rotten and slightly swollen corpse on the ground. He added, “I just grabbed whichever body I could find. The pressure and currents down there are too strong. I can’t dive any deeper, but I saw many of the bodies have already decomposed. I have no idea how the government is going to retrieve them.”
“Try and get a few more of them. If the godfather of the Black Ornaments doesn’t show up, we’ll have to bring these bodies to the general and Poseidon as evidence,” Mo Fan told him.
“Fine….”
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Later that night, a cold breeze swept over the Green Sprouts Island, sending chills down their spines.
Zhao Manyan was still trying his best to retrieve the remains of the victims. Most of the bodies were no longer intact. As he did, Mu Bai, who as a Poison Mage and an alchemist was quite familiar with the human body, was inspecting the corpses.
“Mo Fan, this guy was killed with magic. There’s still a faint trace of Wind Magic in his muscles,” Mu Bai declared. He was wearing a pair of round glasses at the moment.
“I doubt Tyrant Titans know how to use Wind Magic,” Mo Fan replied.
“I’m sure they don’t.”
“Will it be a solid piece of evidence?” Mo Fan asked.
“It just proves not every resident on Green Sprouts Island was killed by a Tyrant Titan,” Mu Bai shrugged.
The titan with a cross on its back was indeed the culprit, but it also meant Elemental Magic was used to destroy the evidence on Green Sprouts Island. Perhaps the Guild of the Wicked or Secretary Richard’s men had killed those who had tried to fight back.
“Green Sprouts Island had a Magic College Society. It was founded by Mages who had studied at reputable colleges. Its aim was to train new talented Mages for Green Sprouts Island. On the other hand, it was also responsible for handling emergency situations here…” came a gentle voice from the olive grove in the same direction of the cold breeze.
Mo Fan and Mu Bai turned and saw a man in a dark blue robe walking out of the trees. He was holding a small book. He also had a dark stone pendant hanging on his chest.
“Black Church?” Mo Fan recognized the pendant. The members of the Black Church were everywhere in Crete. It was very easy to recognize their pendant.
“Aren’tt you going to listen to what I have to say?” the man asked haughtily.
“Go ahead,” Mo Fan said neutrally.
“The Magic College Society was fighting back fiercely. I remember a talented student who graduated from some college in Europe acting like he was going to save the day when he found out we were going to destroy Green Sprouts Island. However, I severed his limbs with the Slaughtering Wind Slash instead… His body is the one you are looking at right now, if I’m not mistaken,” the man said proudly.
A few seconds later, another man in the same robe came up to the man and whispered in his ears.
The godfather of the Black Church smiled gently, “Very well, it seems like you have kept your word. There aren’t any traps nearby, so I have come to send you off.”