Chapter 13: Neil Morton’s Dire Straits

Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Neil Morton’s Dire Straits

The first day passed in anticipation, and the second day was the same.

The following days were the same as well.

And in this manner, time gradually reached the sixth day.

During these six days, everyone undoubtedly reaped abundant rewards under the daily intelligence system.

Not just in terms of money, but also in terms of cultivation.

Among the one hundred Apprentice Knights, one even successfully broke through to become an Official Knight, increasing Thor’s number of Official Knights from thirty-four to thirty-five.

Even those Apprentice and Official Knights who did not break through saw significant progress in their cultivation.

This was something unimaginable when they were at the Dressrosa Castle before.

But in less than two months after leaving the Dressrosa Family, their Lord had granted them all of this.

This result made them constantly filled with anticipation for the future.

And just like them, Thor was the same.

A Thorny Butterfly Fish slightly enhanced his talent, and along with the gains from these days, his knight progression was extremely rapid.

At this moment, he was getting closer and closer to the Mid-stage Apprentice Knight.

At the current pace, he might break through to the Mid-stage Apprentice Knight even before reaching Loren City, faster than originally anticipated, not to mention compared to when he left Dressrosa Castle.

However, what made his mouth twitch was that Reine was even faster, and maybe in a few days, there was a high probability that Reine would break through to the Apprentice Knight Peak.

By the time they reached the territory, Reine might already be an Official Knight.

This difference in talent was simply speechless.

It’s completely not in the same conceptual existence, worthy of someone who could become a Sky Knight in the future.

The night gradually drew to a close.

Completing the breathing exercise, Thor suddenly opened his eyes.

A new intelligence system appeared once more.

"Ding, the intelligence system has been updated!"

"Would you like to open it?"

The mechanical voice echoed, just like every other day in the past.

"Open it!"

The soft voice spoke.

The moment his words fell.

"Buzz!"

A ripple spread forth.

[Daily Intelligence has been updated]

[1: One hundred miles ahead of you, a group of Earth Dragons will pass by]

[2: After three days, .....]

[3: Tomorrow, a mysterious old man will be seriously injured three miles ahead. Saving him will bring unexpected rewards, but thirty years from now, it might bring a certain crisis]

[4: In one day, one thousand miles to the right, a Hell Demon Dragon from underground caves is rampaging]

[5: A thousand miles towards Loren City, there’s a small Iron Ore mine guarded by goblins in Luoye Valley]

[6: In three days, alongside the Rhine River, a group of Unicorns will pass by, staying for three hours before leaving!]

[7: Seven days later......]

.....

Just like before, Thor quickly noticed the various opportunities, but perhaps because they were getting closer to Loren City, the opportunities seemed noticeably fewer.

Yet still more than in Frost Moon Province.

Thor’s gaze glanced over them one by one and soon settled on two specific points.

But after taking note of the two points, his gaze involuntarily settled once again on the one that had always appeared in the intelligence.

"Tomorrow, huh?"

Muttering to himself, Thor hesitated, his gaze fixed on the third point.

The severely injured old man will bring unexpected rewards, but thirty years from now, it might bring certain crises.

But as the time was about to arrive, he couldn’t help but hesitate.

Mysterious, seriously injured, unexpected, disaster.

Even using his toes to think, he knew the old man was very important.

But the potential disaster made him unsure whether to save or not to save.

If not saved, he might really miss a significant opportunity; if saved and a disaster truly hits, with his current small arms and legs, he might not be able to handle it.

Thoughts turned in his mind.

Thor glanced at Reine next to him, then at the thirty years ahead mark, pondered slightly, and finally made a decision.

As the night gradually passed.

The blood moon set, and a new day came with dawn.

The group set off again.

At this moment, compared to the original trajectory, some significant changes were apparent; their target was the place of the mysterious old man in the intelligence.

In the end, Thor decided to rescue this old man.

The reason was simple, he owned the Golden Finger.

If a real problem occurred, the Golden Finger would alert him; if he couldn’t handle it, he could just split it.

Moreover, it’s unknown how far into the future this is.

What might be a disaster for him now might not be a disaster for him in the future.

In this regard, Thor was confident.

In contrast, the current gains are the most important.

The group proceeded cautiously.

The three-mile distance passed swiftly.

Gradually approaching the destination.

Meanwhile.

In the distance.

A figure staggered as he moved.

"Bam!"

A soft sound, and then his body crashed onto the ground.

"Damn you, Heiger!"

Neil Morton couldn’t help but feel despondent inside; he could clearly feel the poison spreading throughout his body.

If it had been in his prime, such poison naturally would be nothing. After all, the Life Source Power of a Sky Knight was enough to dispel anything; however, that was in his prime; now his Life Seed was nearly withered, his Life Source Power almost entirely depleted, and these poisons were undoubtedly lethal.

"Am I going to die just like this?"

"It’s truly unwilling, Sophia, forgive me!!"

Neil Morton muttered to himself, a bitter smile on his face.

Imagine him as a dignified Empire’s Sky Knight, likely to break through to Holy Sanctuary Knight in the future, now fallen into such a situation due to a scheme.

Amidst the bitter smile, his heart was filled with unwillingness.

But unwillingness was useless, as he could feel the poison spreading to his heart and lungs, and in under twenty breaths, he would meet his end, at which point not even the Deities could save him.

Unless, at this moment, he could return to the Empire to receive the best Priest treatment, then he might have a chance of recovery.

But that was impossible.

This was the wilderness far from the Empire.

As his consciousness gradually drifted, his expression carried a trace of reluctance.

However, no matter how much unwillingness, at this moment, all that was left was an increasingly foggy consciousness.

Until, just before his consciousness was about to entirely dissipate—

In the distance, several figures seemed to appear.

The appearance of the figures led to his consciousness’ final thought being that he was probably done for.

Because the only ones likely to appear here were the Holy Hall’s assassin squad.

But that was his only thought.

The poison had not only spread to his heart and lungs but was also spreading to his brain.

Consciousness completely sank.