Chapter 1170 [Fate Tracking]

After leaving the tent, Mafarna followed Pragon to a small camp east of the Kisilin camp.

Inside the camp, more than two hundred guards saw their marshal and immediately stood up and began to line up.

Outside the camp, Pragon stopped, turned to look at Mafarna, and reminded him, "Mafarna, you and I are old acquaintances. I have a piece of advice for you. If you apologize to Marshal Weilin tomorrow, this matter may be over."

Mafarna was a little surprised when he heard this. He wanted to ask something else, but he heard the other party say, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

After saying this, Pragon didn't give Mafarna any chance to stay, and his figure disappeared before his eyes.

Looking at the other person's departing back, Mafarna's heart sank to the bottom.

He participated in three expeditionary campaigns, and this one is his fourth.

Over the centuries, he had worked with Pragon once or twice and knew what kind of person he was.

This time he said something without any context. I'm afraid there is some scary person standing behind that Eternal Xi Knight.

"We need to discuss this with that kid Kah."

After entering the camp, Mafarna waved his hand to call over a high-ranking silver warrior and ordered him, "Go and get Rah for me."

"Yes, Marshal."

The high-level silver warrior bowed his head and saluted, then walked out of the camp.

Mafarna looked at the guard's actions and knew without thinking that the good-for-nothing boy had disobeyed his orders again and ran away without permission.

"Forget it. It won't be too late to deal with this kid after we get back. The most urgent thing now is to analyze the hidden meaning of what Pragon said before he left."

Arriving in the tent, Mafarna took off his cloak and hung it on the coat rack, then sat down in the main seat and began to repeat what Pragon had said, trying to guess its meaning.

In less than a moment, two guards came in, supporting a blond boy.

When Mafarna heard the noise, he looked up and found that his stupid son's face was covered with bruises.

"You guys go down first."

"Yes, Marshal."

The two guards responded respectfully, helped the blond young man to sit on the cushion, and then quickly left the tent.

Seeing his father's figure, the blond young man didn't dare to look at him.

"Another conflict." Mafarna came to his son, looked down at him, and spoke without any fluctuation in his tone.

Hearing this, the blond young man lowered his head and said nothing.

"It's a female warrior."

Hearing this, the blond young man lowered his head even lower.

"The other party's extraordinary level is lower than yours."

"Yes... yes." The blond young man had no choice but to reply in a low voice.

"I remember warning you before coming here. After arriving at the Ninth Corps, follow the guards closely and don't run around."

"Father, I..."

The blond young man hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

Seeing this, Mafarna placed his hand on the blond young man's head, and blue light condensed in his palm.

Feeling his father's touch, the blond young man thought he would be comforted, but the next moment he felt as if the world suddenly stopped.

In an instant, the blond young man lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Looking at his troublesome son, Mafarna sighed helplessly.

He had been searching for a way to separate the two wills for more than a hundred years, but still found nothing.

If he had a choice, he hoped that it would be Kah who would remain sober, rather than this useless son.

Half an hour later, the blond young man sat up from the cushion, feeling the swelling pain coming from all parts of his body. He clenched his right fist and hit himself hard in the chest.

"call--"

After the wind force accumulated in various parts of his body was expelled from his body, the blond young man immediately felt much better. Then, he looked up at Mafarna who was in a daze and asked, "Father, what trouble have you encountered again?"

When Mafarna heard this, he came to his senses, looked up, and without any nonsense, he directly repeated what Pragon had said.

After listening to his father's story, the blond young man analyzed the current situation and suddenly felt that things were beyond his expectations, but did not develop in a bad direction.

Seeing the blond young man's expression, Mafarna couldn't help but ask, "Can you guess who is standing behind the Eternal Light Knight?"

The blond young man looked up at Mafarna, his eyes revealing extreme calmness, and said, "Father, I need to ask you seven questions. From now on, you only need to tell me yes or no, without any explanation."

"I understand."

Upon hearing this, Mafarna nodded solemnly and answered.

Seeing this, the blond young man drew his knight's sword, cut his palm, then threw the sword aside, closed his eyes, and turned his palm downward, with blood dripping without falling.

At the same time, there is a mysterious aura in the soul.

"First question, Verin Akers' father is Angus Akers, the former Marquis of the Eagle of the Kingdom of Ilia, and his mother Alyssa Akers is the youngest daughter of the Duke of Moravia, the head of the seven dukes of the Kingdom of Ilia. Is that correct?"

"Correct."

The first question was completed, and the first drop of blood fell, gradually turning golden as it fell.

When it landed, it suddenly stopped and hovered above the ground.

"The second question is, before he was canonized as the Eternal Dawn Knight by Pope Emilia of the Dawn Church of the Holy Third Kingdom of Dawn, the story of how he expelled the Outer God of the Seven Emotions and destroyed the Outer God of the Black Prison has never been sung, right?"

"Correct."

The second drop of blood fell and hovered side by side with the first drop, and the golden light became more dazzling.

"Third question, according to the story, the place where the Seven Emotions God was expelled from the Outer Gods is located in the Kingdom of Ilia, at the border between the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom and the Gray Wasteland. Is that correct?"

"Correct."

"..."

"The seventh question is, in the past hundred years, the saint has never officially appeared. Is that true or not?"

Hearing the last question, Mafarna hesitated for a moment, then answered, "Yes."

The last drop of blood fell, turned into gold, and hung above the ground.

Under Mafarna's somewhat painful gaze, the blond young man opened his eyes, looked at the seven drops of blood, slowly raised his right hand, tapped his forehead, and performed the last step of the soul skill [Destiny Tracking].

The next moment, a drop of blood flew out and fell into the seven drops of golden blood.

Under the gaze of the blond young man, seven drops of golden blood began to rotate around the blood on the center of the eyebrows, and the speed continued to increase.

Above the soul, the mysterious aura was constantly being stripped away and merged into the blood between the eyebrows to search for the unknown information.

As time passed, the blond young man's face became paler and paler.

Seven minutes later, the mysterious aura in the soul stopped peeling off, and the heart between the eyebrows broke away from the surrounding golden blood, carrying the searched information and flew into the body of the blond boy.