the last king of darkness

Chapter 14 Internal Affairs Tribunal
Looking at the words he wrote on the paper, Rhodes inexplicably felt a kind of fear, as if it heralded some kind of huge ominous omen.

The text with dark red dots lived up to expectations, confirming his conjecture.

It also made him have to complain about the inspector's translation.

How did you translate "dark devourer" into "black idiot"?

But what is even more confusing is the ambiguous text under "Darkness Devourer".

Maybe it's a translation problem.

Rhodes thought.

I'm putting this together based on guesswork, so there must be something wrong.

It seems that I will spend a lot of energy on linguistics in the future.

Thinking that he would have to study this ancient language twisted like an earthworm for a long time, Rhodes felt very sad.

What made him even more sad was the passage on the obelisk.

What does "invasion" mean?
What does "Nightmare Arriving" represent?
Rhodes feels very bad, the old troubles have not been eliminated, and new troubles are coming?
I can only go to the dreamland to have a look.

After making up his mind, Rhode quickly finished washing and went to bed.

His exhausted spirit made him fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Bang bang bang!
"Open the door!"

Bang bang bang!
"Rod, you open the door for me, or I will smash your door down!"

Rhodes opened his eyes from his deep sleep, and what he saw was the ceiling of the dormitory, and what he heard was the sound of hammering the door and Cassan's shouting.

He shook his head and finally came back to his senses.

I didn't go to dreamland?
This is the second day?Did I just fall asleep?

Rhodes looked at his hands.

Is there any particular reason for this?Or is it just because I'm not in a deep state of stillness?
Maybe I need that gesture...

boom!
A loud bang.

The door knocked down.

Kashan rushed in like a raging lioness.

"Why don't you open the door? You're going to be late soon, do you know?"

Rhodes, who was interrupted from thinking, was very unhappy, and decided to send this annoying girl away first:

"I'm waiting for you."

"wait for me?"

"Well, wait until you break through my defenses and enter my world."

wow.

The onlookers outside the door made unexplained noises.

Wayne whistled excitedly.

The drowsy green hair suddenly woke up: "Oh? The team leader is going on maternity leave?"

Cassan's entire face looked steamed, but that only made her look angrier.

"Follow me to class, if you deduct one point from ten groups, I'll eat you!"

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Kingworth College is a credit system, not only individual credits, but also departmental credits.

Credits not only represent honors, but also rewards.

Along the way, Kashan frantically talked about the usefulness of the credits, and sternly warned Rhodes that their priority now is to study and train, to become a qualified fighter, and to have children is a matter of the future.

Rhodes didn't listen to a word, only worry and faint anxiety in his heart.

The morning classes are "Sacred Fire", "Numbering Techniques and Combat Applications", "The Last Hope of Mankind: The Establishment and Continuation of Trorian".

They are all culture classes.

"Sacred Fire" is about how a strange flame called "Guardian Fire" protects mankind.

The teacher of this class is a young and beautiful female pastor. Her priest's robe is like a dancing flame, not only bright, but also somewhat transparent, which greatly improves the efficiency of all students' listening to the class.

She vividly expounds the symbiotic relationship between fire and human beings.

Humans must survive within the range of the fire, otherwise the black mist will corrode the soul and turn people into monsters.

The Guardian Fire also needs phlogiston and firewood made by humans to keep burning and become stronger.

In the Kingdom of Trorian, the core of every human settlement is the fire protection sacrificial ground, and the size of the fire protection directly determines the size of the settlement.

The fire of protection is very precious and cannot be moved at will, and the range of the fire is usually limited.

And what about when humans are forced to travel in the dark?
People have separated the "afterglow" and "afterglow" from the guardian fire, and put them into the lamp, which can be used under limited conditions to light up the environment and dispel the black mist.

The power of the embers is relatively strong, and it consumes a lot on the guardian fire, so it is not used much.

Peripheral light is a necessity, it is hung in front of the door of every household, and anyone who leaves the royal city must also hang a lamp with peripheral light on his waist.

Rhodes listened carefully at first, but then she began to talk about the sanctity of fire at length, using a lot of unintelligible religious terms.

His attention was fixed on the priestess herself.

Well, the elasticity is good.

"The Art of Numbers and Its Application in Combat" is much more boring. It talks about how to apply mathematics in combat.

To Rhodes, this class was no different from mental retardation. It was a question like "There are a hundred monsters, ten come every hour, and twenty humans are wiped out every hour. How long will it take to wipe them out?" .

The lecturer was also a middle-aged man with glasses, and he didn't have any urine spots.

"Mankind's Last Hope: The Making and Continuation of Trorian" is a history lesson.

It tells the great story of how the human hero Trorian transported the last holy fire to the royal city when the dark age came, so as to ignite the holy fire.

The lecturer is an old man, whose dry voice can make any exciting story less inflammable than a blogger.

Most trainees are lethargic.

Only Rhodes was listening carefully to the class, trying to figure out the differences and meanings of the concepts of Trorian King City, Trorian Kingdom, and Trorian humans.

It's a pity that despite Rhode's best efforts, there are still many things that he doesn't understand.

After finally getting to the end, I was notified again that I had to go to the department for a meeting in the afternoon.

Rhodes couldn't bear it any longer, so he took advantage of his lunch break and chose a quiet corner to sit down.

Close your eyes, take continuous deep breaths, and let your mind calm down.

The thumbs overlapped and pinched out that lightning-like gesture.

In the next moment, the soul soared into the sky, and the eyes were covered by fog and blurred.

After a few seconds, Rhodes opened his eyes.

He was already standing in this dream world filled with endless fog.

Looking ahead, the obelisk was right in front of him.

And the black altar also stands quietly not far from the side and rear.

Rhodes walked quickly to the obelisk and lightly touched the surface of the obelisk. The deep night sky and the light spots all over the sky appeared again, and the dark red in the middle was the same as before.

When he focused his gaze on it, the exact same text appeared again.

But this time, Rhodes already knew its general meaning.

After reading it for a while, he confirmed that there were no mistakes or omissions in the font he wrote down, and the rest was just a matter of translation level.

"I don't know if the other light spots can really be ignited? I always feel that they are like some kind of light and shadow effect."

Rhodes thought.

He put down his hand and touched the left and right sides of the obelisk again. There were still black and golden deposits, like the indicators of some kind of thermometer.

Finally, the back of the stele.

When Rhodes touched it, the blood-red text appeared on the tablet again, flickering slightly, showing a strange urgency.

However, one of its characters is different from yesterday!
Rhodes' pupils shrank, and a terrifying guess arose in his heart.

From the position of the characters.

Three rounds of sunset, turned into two rounds?

Is this the countdown to the invasion?
Is it something like an ultimatum?
Rhodes felt a chill in his heart.

Could it be that the black shadow is coming back again?

If it smashes the obelisk, will I die?
While thinking, suddenly his body tightened, as if being caught by something, followed by a strong sense of falling, and everything in front of him became blurred.

When he came back to his senses, he was still sitting where he was, in a corner of the common room.

His first buddy here, Wayne, is taking his hands off him, two boxes of food in front of him.

"What are you doing? Didn't you hear me?"

There was a slight dissatisfaction in Wayne's tone.

"I've brought you something to eat. I managed to get it. Fried blue flowers with jam and greens. Believe me, it's very delicious."

Rhodes glanced at the lump of blue, green and green that looked like vomit, and almost jumped out.

What kind of dark cuisine is this?Is it edible?

Wayne didn't know what Rhodes was thinking, he picked up the ball of vomit without hindrance, and began to pull it into his mouth.

"I heard that we are going to choose courses in the afternoon, Rhodes, do you have any courses you want to choose?"

he asked vaguely, the vomit gurgling in his mouth.

The green hair sat down beside them with a box of vomit.

"I heard that the teacher of "Ancient Language" is a great beauty, maybe my spirit has a predestined relationship with her."

Wayne looked at him with contempt: "You know beauty, our task now is to study! Exercise! Become a qualified combatant!"

The green-haired snorted dissatisfiedly: "Why is your tone the same as that woman's? Is this disease contagious? Rhodes, go and let her take maternity leave! I can't stand the nagging all the time."

Do you think I'm a stallion?
Rhode's thoughts that he had finally begun were interrupted again, and he forced himself to calm down, trying to concentrate again.

But after such a break, he couldn't catch up with his thoughts, and was very confused all the time. The blood-red variant text kept flashing in his mind, as if heralding an extremely ominous future.

The short lunch break ended quickly, and the team leader Kashan came to the common room imposingly, urging them to the meeting.

In just a few days, she even had a younger brother to follow her.

They were also full of mouths studying and working hard, urging everyone to get up together with the group leader.

The green hair wailed: "Rhode, hurry up and take her in, it's only been a few days? I don't dare to think about the days to come."

Kashan glanced over sternly, and said sharply, "Zales, what are you talking about?"

The green hair hung his head like a wilted cock, not daring to speak.

Kashan glanced around and said sharply: "The meeting in the afternoon is very important. If anyone doesn't go, I will..."

Click——

The door to the common room was pushed open.

A tall man in a gray robe walked in. He had curly black hair and looked to be in his forties, with very distinct gray eyes.

He gestured slightly to Kashan.

"Ms. Dear Team Leader, I need to take away one of your students. Please forgive me. He can't go to the afternoon meeting."

He raised his hand and showed a cyan emblem engraved with scales, swords and flames.

"I am Lauren, Inspector General of the Internal Affairs Tribunal."

(End of this chapter)