Return of the Class 8 Mage
106.

Artist Trace (4)

“…?”

The boy was acting very differently from a few hours ago. When they first met before, he treated Ian like a murderer and attacked, but now, he was staring at Ian blankly as if nothing had happened.

“Do you not remember me?”

Cleven could not speak at all. Previously, he was very agitated and did not seem to be in a state that he could reason for, but now, he could not communicate well. Both situations are frustrating.

‘Perhaps not the craftsman Mitchell Greenriver had met.

Although three hundred years had passed, this brat was a completely different figure from an artist depicted in the diary. He did not have the black hair or pale skin that the diary described.

“Can you understand me?”

Ian began chanting rhymes in Greenriver. He wanted to check the boy's language skills, just to see if he was fluent in multiple languages as described in the handyman's diary. Of course, all Cleven did was blink blankly.

“I'm sure he's got some kind of connection.” thought Ian.

Ian could not simply ignore the correlation between the artisan and Cleven. They naturally had the same ability to control artifacts.

‘Whether it's a direct connection, or not.’

There must be some kind of connection.

That boy could be another master craftsman.

Or the successor of Artisan.

Maybe another third party with another connection.

There are so many possibilities.

“A lucky start.” .

Although he was wondering – was it really just luck?

But it doesn't matter. He found a clue.

It was easier and faster than he thought.

“I noticed you have amazing talent ..” said Ian, squinting his eyes.

He now spoke in Dukedom language Cleven could understand.

“Where did you learn those talents?”

“… . “

Cleven did not answer.

But Ian's not the one who stopped here.

He kept asking the questions he wanted to answer.

“Is there any special reason you help the chief?”

“…”

“Say, for example, he threatens you.”

“…”

“I see no trace of violence. Or is it medicine? Or could it.”

“Stop..”.

“Hm ..” murmured Ian, stroking his chin as he watched the boy groan in pain. It would be a waste of time questioning a boy like this. In order to receive some sort of hint from Cleven, it was important for Ian to help him make Cleven think properly again.

‘I have to meet the boy's head first.’

Suddenly, there were so many things to ask the chieftain of – how he knew Cleven and he was able to get the boy. And how did he know Cleven had special talent?

‘Not that he will answer willingly, of course ..’

This is when using force will be effective. After all, didn't the village chief try to target Ian by using sleeping pills? There was no reason at all for Ian to hesitate.

“Why don't you sleep.” says Ian, put Cleven to sleep.

He did it because the boy looked worried.

In such a situation, it is best to sleep.

“And now..”.

Ian teleported out of the storage house. The goal was a living room led by the chieftain. He expects the message to be delivered to him from his head or followers.

Sure enough, Chief Jackson came to Ian's room to talk about the ritual. Dragon statue has been repaired, as well as preparations to tear ‘tourist Ian’.

“Join us for special rituals, if you don't mind.”

“There is a leader among the villagers besides me who takes care of the problems in our village. I guess we can call them our administrators.”

Hearing his words, Ian had to swallow back the humiliation.

Administrators. Right yeah.

The followers who took over the village with him were more like that.

“This is a worship together with all the leaders. The ritual will not be limited to personal prayer, but also to the whole village.”

“Are outsiders allowed to take part in such rituals?”

“There is no reason for you not to do so. Oh, by the way, the special ritual is not in the statue in the middle of the village. There are separate shelters that we manage for you. We do not discriminate you, but a quiet ritual is preferred because it is different from our normal ones .. “

Chief Jackson is pretty good at lying.

Ian had no problem feeling this.

It was thanks to the spell he had secretly cast on the chieftain.

“If you are not ready to perform prayers in another location, you can wait and follow the evening ritual. All we said was a suggestion.” Chief Jackson added, just for the sake of not buying suspicion. Of course, things would be much easier for him if Lian followed his advice. Jackson has placed his followers in a special ‘’ sanctuary in the forest, which is just an empty space in the middle of the forest.

“Hm.” Ian muttered, pretending to think.

He nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I want to know where this special ritual will continue.”

“Did you say so ..”

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“I'll take part in it then. Will you lead the way? ”

It's done.

It's all over.

Jackson took the lead, smelling the smell of victory.

The so-called ‘’ special location for the ritual ceremony was inside the forest, some distance away from Bordon Village. Perhaps Jackson's story of that particular worship was not entirely fabricated, because in the middle of the forest there was also a shabby dragon statue. ‘Administrator’ Ian has mentioned, or rather, his followers standing around the statue.