Tides: Years of Dawn

Tristan can do magic.That was harder for Gareth to accept than being an animal.

Tristan thinks this is normal—"Don't you feel the power that is about to move in my body every time you lie down with me?"

Gareth thought carefully—"You mean... the power that was vented on me?"

"By the way," Tristan untied Gareth, held his twisted face, and said meaningfully, "That's me injecting mana into you."

Gareth thought about it too, no wonder he felt a little pain every time he delivered mana, but Tristan would be very tired the next day, and besides the pain, he still had some energy.

Tristan was still good to him, Gareth was sure of that.

Tristan didn't give him too much time to think, lest he figure it out, patted his face, and said simply—"Get up and move around, we have to find a way to get out."

As soon as the words fell, both of them felt dizzy at the same time.It was as if the waves outside had suddenly penetrated into the stomach, and a sudden slap made their stomachs sour.

Gareth immediately grabs Tristan's arm, and Tristan scrambles to balance against the fireplace.

The feeling blew like a whirlwind for a moment, and within half a second, it settled down again.

Gareth regained his composure and asked—"This...couldn't it be just me feeling it again?"

Tristan wanted to answer "no", but he just opened his mouth and he vomited a mouthful of jaundiced water.

Fortunately, before the two of them were taken away, the fools ate all the food reserves, and there was nothing in his stomach except a little wine, so he couldn't vomit anything disgusting.

"The crossing is over." Tristan cleared his throat, looked around, and concluded.

Gareth held Tristan's face for a closer look, and after confirming that he no longer continued to deform and was still the old and ugly Tristan, a stone fell from his heart.

Gareth had felt as if a hand was holding his heart when the entire room was transforming.Although it doesn't hurt, it's like being thrown suddenly from a tall building.The huge sense of weightlessness made him restless and restless.

Now that he was finally standing on solid ground, he regained his energy and decided to start with the door—unlock it and get out.

Surprisingly, the door was unlocked.

When the two of them were holding the doorknob with great interest, they couldn't help thinking whether they should run away first or look for that fool again. When the door opened, several people in robes had already stood outside the door.

Both Gareth and Tristan were stunned. After a while, Gareth gave Tristan a painful look and asked, "We...wouldn't want to wear it again, would we?"

But of course, they don't need to wear them anymore.Because one of the people standing in front of him who had already taken off his big hood spoke—"Let's go, let's see how much value you have."

Gareth followed Tristan silently, waiting for Tristan to wink at him, and then the two of them would fight to break through.

But it seemed that according to Tristan's estimate, their chances of winning were almost zero, so they didn't turn their heads, just followed their fate with lowered eyes.

Gareth has been a bounty hunter for half his life, and it seems that he will be rewarded by others today.

After passing through the long corridor and entering the small hall, and then pushing open a dark brown solid wood door, they came to a small conference hall.

There is a rectangular table in the conference hall, and seven people are already seated beside the table.Three left and three right, and one person in the center.

They were all dressed in identical robes, except for the leader—Gareth keenly observed that he had a golden coat of arms on his cuff.

It's just that he kept pressing his hand on the table, so that only half of the coat of arms was exposed, and he couldn't see what animal it was, whether it was a spider or not.

The fool who had been separated earlier was also brought into the hall. He had already been beaten to pieces, and was even more bleak than when Gareth first found him.His left eye was swollen, and when he turned his eyeball in the direction of the two people's movement, he could still see a shocking bruise on the white of his eye.

Gareth frowned.

The fool looked at him pitifully, and some inarticulate sobs came out of his mouth.His clothes were scratched one by one, as if injured by a sharp weapon.

He was still chained around his neck now, and the chain hung by the door, while another figure in a robe stood by his side with a wand, like a statue.

Gareth turned his head away. For some reason, he always felt that he and the fool had something in common.The feeling made him very uncomfortable, as if it was him who was chained.

Then he noticed that Tristan was also looking at the fool.

Tristan's eyes were complicated, and it was hard to tell whether it was sympathy or disgust.He stared blankly in the direction of the fool, until the person who escorted them kicked hard, and their knees softened, and they knelt in front of the conference table.

"Tell me, what is your relationship with him, why does he stay by your side?" The old guy who looked like the leader spoke, he raised his chin slightly, showing a provocative smile that made Gareth very uncomfortable .

"I picked it up, picked it up and sent it away, but if he doesn't leave, there's nothing I can do. I'm also desperate." Gareth said.

Normally, when encountering such a situation, it was Tristan who opened the mouth, but for no reason this time, Gareth just wanted to rush to answer, he just wanted to get that old guy back.

Unexpectedly, the man let out an even more disgusting smile, and nodded slightly towards the people guarding on both sides.

In an instant, something suddenly hit Tristan's body.That's right, it wasn't Gareth, it was Tristan.

The back of Tristan's clothes was immediately torn, not only that, but even the skin was torn apart, and blood gushed out instantly.

Gareth was startled, and stood up immediately.But he was firmly held down, and it was the irresistible force that made it difficult for him to even move.

"I... I'm telling the fucking truth!" Gareth yelled.

But as soon as he finished shouting, Tristan was slashed again.

This time Gareth could see what was hitting him - because the man standing behind him had his arm hanging down, and there was a little red glow on the tip of the wand.

"Fuck! You're fucking deaf and don't understand, you—"

"He doesn't know anything, he's just an ordinary human being." Tristan was hacked twice in a row, and he didn't even have a chance to interrupt Gareth.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less, he didn't want to do such a trick behind his back again.So he raised his hand, signaling Gareth to shut up.Then he slowly raised himself up, facing the old guy with gray hair and beard.

"When my friend picked him up, he didn't know who he was. We did try to send him away, but he came back around again. In just two or three days, you blocked my door."

After finishing speaking, the old guy wanted to wink again, but Tristan didn't finish his sentence. Seeing that the other party didn't believe him, he quickly added-"Beasts will habitually stay by the side of the master, but I haven't seen it for many years. What a beast, I didn't realize it, I thought he was just a normal guy with a bad brain."

Tristan lied.The fool is obviously close to Gareth instead of Tristan, but I don't know why Tristan would say that.

But Gareth didn't rush to correct him, he was also afraid that the unreal magic whip would fall again.

The old man frowned suspiciously. Although Gareth seemed to be more kind and reliable, it seemed that he was more willing to believe what Tristan, who was full of nonsense, said.

So the old man was silent for two seconds, and then signaled to the people behind him again.

When they stepped forward, Tristan waved his hand again to signal—"Don't come near me, I'm coming, it's Arachne."

Hearing this, everyone present was obviously taken aback.Then everyone turned their heads in unison, looking at Tristan with curiosity and surprise.

Tristan also paused, then slowly stood up from the ground.This time, no one held him down, and no one pointed the magic stick at him.

After he stood up straight, he slowly unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the spider tattoo on his chest.

There was a small sigh of relief from those present.

The old guy narrowed his eyes even more, stood up from his seat, walked tremblingly in front of Tristan, put on his glasses and took a closer look.

A moment later, he made that contemptuous nasal sound again.

"Arachne the spider," he took off his glasses with a smile, wiped them with his cuffs, and said calmly—"You are that... Tristan who has been on the run for nearly 20 years?"

TBC

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It will be stopped for another day on Sunday ~ continue on Monday