Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2572: 1418: The Old Wandering Poet’s Memories
Previously on Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong...
“Initially, the situation unfolded exactly as one might expect.”
Old Nick’s eyes drifted toward the distance, the flickering light playing across his features, making it seem as though he had been transported back to that dank, humid Magic Beast Cave.
“Back then, we were guided by two elite mercenaries. While the mutated Black Steel Spiders that lunged from the shadows and the pervasive, clotted webs caused some difficulty, they were nothing we couldn't handle.”
“By the time we hacked through the obstructions and arrived at the heart of the nest, our only casualty was a clumsy archer who tripped over some webbing and bruised his legs.”
“Ultimately, following a confrontation that lacked any real suspense, we eliminated the Black Steel Spider leader and razed the entire nest to the ground.”
“We had just finished interring the remains of several villagers who had been devoured and were preparing to search for any survivors the Magic Beasts might have stashed away when the unexpected occurred.”
The group listened with rapt attention to Old Nick’s tale, sensing that the true origin of the tragedy was about to be revealed.
“Within the storage chamber of the Black Steel Spiders, a lowly member of our group stumbled upon a prehistoric Teleportation Gate.”
A flicker of profound regret crossed Old Nick’s weathered eyes as he elaborated.
“That Teleportation Gate had likely stood there for eons. It had long since lost its power, yet the etchings of the magic array upon the floor remained sharp and visible.”
“At first, neither the other mercenaries nor I understood the purpose of those markings. It wasn't until I tentatively channeled a thread of mana into the dormant array that the Teleportation Gate flickered to life, like a cold hearth being reignited.”
At this point, Old Nick’s face twisted with even deeper sorrow, and he let out a heavy sigh: “If only I hadn’t listened to my comrades’ urges to activate that Teleportation Gate, or if I had simply never found the magic array at all, none of this would have come to pass.”
Observing Old Nick’s visible remorse and knowing he couldn't truly feel the weight of his burden, Leo Ray didn't offer empty platitudes. Instead, he placed a steady hand on Nick’s frail shoulder and gestured for Xiaoyue to serve him a cup of hot tea.
“I am deeply moved by Your Majesty’s kindness in granting me this tea!”
Clutching the steaming vessel, Old Nick’s nerves finally steadied, and he resumed his narrative.
“The memory remains vivid—standing in that dark, wet cavern as the ancient Teleportation Gate suddenly flared with a deep gray radiance. We were stunned for a moment before erupting into jubilant cheers.”
“You must understand, in every legend or heroic epic, a hidden Teleportation Gate always guards hoards of gold, ancient Divine Weapons, or peerless Skill Scrolls. It represented the kind of fortune that common mercenaries like us could never hope to see in a dozen lifetimes.”
“Thus, without any second thoughts, my team and I impulsively chose to enter. That was the moment the nightmare truly began.”
Old Nick paused to cast a shamed, apologetic look toward the Grey Elder: “Forgive me, Master President. Under the mercenary code, the discovery of such mysterious Teleportation Gates or Ancient Relics must be reported to the guild so a high-ranking, expert team can be dispatched. Ancient Relics are fraught with unknown perils, yet our group…”
“Old Nick, the code also states that in urgent situations, we are duty-bound to neutralize unknown threats to protect local settlements. I am certain that was your intention as well.”
The Grey Elder gave a small nod and urged: “Please, continue your story.”
After bowing his head in gratitude to the Grey Elder, Old Nick went on.
“With hearts pounding in our chests, I followed the team through the gate. I barely had a second to process the strange sensation of weightlessness before I was standing in a bizarre, subterranean Ancient Relic.”
“The scale of that Ancient Relic was staggering. Even with the Magic sphere I am so skilled at manifesting, I could only light up a small corner of the space. The rest was swallowed by a darkness so vast I couldn't see the end of it.”
“Furthermore, the ceiling of this Underground Space was impossibly high. Even a signal flare spell couldn't reach the top; it must have been at least four or five hundred meters above us.”
The Grey Elder stroked his chin thoughtfully. “A ceiling of that height? Combined with the Teleportation Gate connection, I suspect this relic is buried extremely deep within the earth, is it not?”
“Your assessment is perfect, Master President. Though my overall power is modest, my mana sensitivity is on par with a Tier 3 Mage. I could feel that the Earth Attribute energy in that Underground Space was incredibly dense, suggesting the proximity of an Earth Attribute Magical Ley Line.”
Old Nick nodded solemnly before continuing: “At the time, however, my companions and I ignored such details. We excitedly moved into an exploration formation and began trekking toward the heart of the Ancient Relic.”