Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 53 Undead Creatures

"Who knows? I didn't even realize it myself."

Lynn could roughly understand from Lorelei's words that the two-year gap was already destined before touching the Book of Prophecy.

"By the way, there's something else I'd like to ask you."

Lynn gripped the iron bars with both hands, leaning slightly forward. "Back when the Shadow Warriors assassinated Seria, you should have had quite a few mages' lives in your hands, but it seems no one has taken any action against those mages since."

The reason why the Shadow Warriors in the original work were able to force Celie to hand over her life was because they used the magicians of the Continental Magic Association as hostages, right?

"Because there was no chance."

"No chance?" Lynn raised an eyebrow.

"Levi did indeed deploy many assassins capable of threatening a first-level mage, scattered throughout the capital."

Lorelei said softly, "But when Levi decided to use these people, he discovered that all the assassins had lost contact. According to Levi, a supernatural being with the ability to foresee the future secretly changed the course of events. Levi's pride in his foresight was completely useless in front of that person."

Upon hearing this, Lynn pondered for a moment.

To achieve such exquisite skill, one would need absolute future vision, but according to Celia, only the Southern Hero possesses perfect precognitive abilities.

As for myself now, my vision of the future is still incomplete.

unless……

"It seems you know who that is."

Lorelei keenly noticed the pause in Lynn's breathing.

"I have a pretty good idea, but I can't tell you yet."

Lynn smiled. "Anyway, thank you for answering my question."

Lorelei nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Lynn didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked out, her steps much lighter.

In fact, when he advised Celia not to consider sacrificing herself, he did not have enough ability to protect all the mages in the Continental Magic Association who would be killed at the same time. So he thought that if he had Nan Yong's 100% precognitive ability, he might be able to see through everything and change the whole situation.

Now, after hearing Lorelei's account of the incident, he roughly understands what happened.

It is clear that a future version of himself with absolute power, in order to perfectly resolve this deadlock, kicked the "present self" two years into the future, and the "future self" then used this two-year time difference to carry out a major purge on this timeline.

It sounds crazy, but the fact that the Goddess Monument possesses time magic makes everything possible, and perhaps one day in the future the magic of the Goddess Monument will have been deciphered.

"Since the outcome is good, there's no need to overthink it."

……

We left Hellit the following morning.

The hired carriages drove out of the imperial territory and into the rolling hills.

It was morning, but the light was as dim as dusk.

Thick fog enveloped the mountains and forests, making it impossible to distinguish people and animals beyond five meters.

"Uncle, how much further is it to the next town?"

Lynn leaned out and asked the coachman.

The coachman tightened the reins, calming the somewhat restless horses: "We'll reach El Town once we cross these misty hills, it'll probably take another half day. But this fog is too strange, we have to go slowly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage suddenly braked sharply, and everyone in the carriage was thrown forward.

"What's wrong?"

Lynn steadied himself and asked.

"There seems to be something ahead... ahead."

The coachman's voice trembled as he spoke.

Lynn and Laoffen immediately poked their heads out.

In the thick fog ahead, several swaying figures could be vaguely seen slowly walking towards the carriage.

"Are they robbers?"

Laofen gripped her staff tightly.

"It doesn't look like it."

Lynn squinted and observed carefully. "The movements are too stiff. A living person wouldn't walk like that."

The figures drew closer and closer, finally arriving in front of them.

The driver cried out in surprise when he saw what they looked like.

The figures were dressed in tattered clothes, their flesh long since rotted away, their stark white skeletons draped with tattered rags, their eyes flickering with eerie blue soul fire, and their hands holding rusty weapons.

"Undead creatures!"

Laofen instantly became alert. "How could there be... in a place like this?"

"parking."

Lynn patted the carriage wall, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and said, "Let's do it."

"Scrap!"

Cromwell was the first to jump out of the car, picked up the huge metal spiked club, and charged forward.

"Old man!"

Laofen couldn't stop her even if she tried.

Lynn was also taken aback, but immediately rushed in with Cromwell.

Cromwell wielded his spiked club with ferocious skill, and the skeleton soldiers shattered at the touch of his club.

Elemental counters and defensive magic are all nonsense in the face of absolute physical attacks.

In less than half a minute, seven or eight skeleton soldiers were reduced to a pile of broken bones, and the soul fire in their eye sockets was completely extinguished.

Cromwell slammed his spiked club into the ground, then put his hands on his hips. "He's really weak."

Lynn and Laoffen stood behind, looking at each other, unsure of what expression to make.

Having dealt with this minor trouble, Cromwell, carrying his spiked club, strode back to the carriage with an air of arrogance, muttering as he went, "Hmph, a bunch of lackeys, daring to block my way."

Once he was in the car, Lynn said to the terrified driver, "We can go now."

"Huh? Oh... okay, sure."

The coachman then came to his senses and shakily raised his whip.

As evening fell, the carriage finally passed through the fog-shrouded hills, and a small town shrouded in mist appeared before the three of them.

The town is small and has an old-fashioned architectural style, with most houses built of a mixture of stone and wood.

A wooden sign stands at the entrance to the town, which reads: El Town.

Upon entering the town, there were almost no pedestrians on the streets, and the silence was somewhat eerie.

"Something doesn't feel right."

Laofen muttered to herself.

Lynn also frowned.

For a border town, this is far too deserted.

The carriage stopped in front of the only inn in town that appeared to still be open.

Upon entering the hotel, I saw a balding, frowning owner dozing off behind the counter.

Hearing the door open, the owner looked up and asked weakly, "Landing?"

"Yes, please arrange three rooms," Lynn said.

The shopkeeper slowly took out three keys and threw them on the counter: "One silver coin a day, pay first."

Lynn paid, picked up the keys, and casually asked, "Boss, why is town so deserted?"

Upon hearing this question, the shopkeeper's expression instantly turned serious, and he lowered his voice, saying, "You must be adventurers from out of town? Things haven't been peaceful in our town lately."

"What exactly happened?"

"People often go missing at night in town."

The shopkeeper lowered his voice, glancing towards the door as if wary of eavesdropping. "In the past two weeks, twelve people have gone missing from town. The day before yesterday, the mayor commissioned two mages to handle it, but neither of them have returned."