Chapter 245: 114. Legacy of the Black Bone_3
Translator: 549690339
Noland Lee accessed Coudal’s memory fragment and examined it carefully.
It was around midnight yesterday.
Two unfamiliar Black City Alchemists came to the underground area managed by Coudal.
The two parties communicated briefly.
From the conversation, these two strange Black City Alchemists received a hiring task.
The specific content of the task was to ambush Fars Scott and his Mechanical Spiders on the Third Underground Level.
These two Black City Alchemists did not elaborate on who hired them, but from Fars’s experience, it should be competitors vying for alchemy task targets.
They told Coudal that after they completed the task, they would leave through the vertical shaft on the Fourth Underground Level and return directly to the
Black City.
So…
Fars and Captain Kent probably did not catch up with these two Black City Alchemists.
Captain Kent let his team members collect the scattered alchemy parts, which wasted some time, and Fars analyzed the situation after obtaining the alchemy parts, which also wasted some time.
The possibility of them catching up with the Black City Alchemists was very small.
With Captain Kent around, Fars should not be so irrational as to jump into the vertical shaft, right?
Noland Lee blinked as he ran, thinking that the possibility of Captain Kent and
Fars already returning to ground level was greater, so he shouldn’t worry about them.
To be honest.
Fars’s willingness to take on challenging alchemy tasks is commendable and deserves praise.
He took on competitive alchemy tasks so that his family could have a better life, which was not wrong.
His dreams, starting point, and ideas were all fine.
None of these were the real reasons for his setbacks.
The real mistake he made was not having a clear definition of himself.
His ambitions were high as the sky, but his fate was as thin as paper.
He had great ambitions, but due to his humble origins, many things were beyond his control.
Under the rule of the Alchemy Cathedral, the Alchemist ranks were strict.
How could Fars hope to confront competitors with powerful alchemists supporting them on his own…
In a pessimistic way:
If Fars cannot correct his mindset in time, he might fall into the confusion and foolishness of one moment and be deceived by the Black City Alchemists into siding with the Black City.
This is undoubtedly a more tragic situation than failing an alchemy task.
“Hiss… No, no. If Fars falls into the Black City, even though I have no responsibility, I still feel a little guilty…”
Noland Lee stopped running, frowning in deep thought.
Before crossing over, as an ordinary person with no background, no support, and no system, he also experienced the coldness and misfortune of the world and encountered heavy blows on his life journey.
If it weren’t for meeting someone to help him at a critical moment, Noland Lee doubted he could have walked out of the gloom in a short time and might have been on the verge of self-destruction in extreme pessimistic emotions.
From that time on, Noland Lee understood one truth:
Adults’ collapses happen in an instant, and resolving this tragedy only requires a little bit of kindness and hope.
Fars’s experience made Noland Lee feel sympathetic, as if he saw himself before crossing over.
Both of them had humble beginnings, relied on their own strength to achieve results, and suffered from society’s battering…
If Noland Lee could receive help from someone at a critical moment, why couldn’t he be the benefactor to Fars?
Passing on this “helping hand at a critical moment” spirit might reduce many tragedies.
In more worldly terms, “adding flowers to the brocade” is not as good as
“sending charcoal in snowy weather.”
Given time, if Fars becomes a famous alchemist, he will surely not forget Noland Lee’s help.
After all, Fars once said, “I am a person who distinguishes between gratitude and grudges. Whoever helps me, I will help them.”
Noland Lee slowly nodded, coming back to his senses from his contemplation.
Whether it’s investing in Fars’s future or compensating for his own psychological need to have been helped by someone in the past, he decided to lend Fars a hand.
But not now.
He was running low on ammunition, and his physical strength was somewhat exhausted, so it was better to return to the ground and rest.
Perhaps Fars didn’t need Noland Lee’s extra guidance and had already overcome his predicament with Captain Kent’s help…
Noland Lee steadied his mind and sped up his journey.
The footsteps echoed in the silent corridor.
As he left, the dim Third Underground Level fell into a deathly silence.
Iron Thorn Shield Control’s underground entrance.
The metal gate on the floor slowly moved to both sides, revealing the underground tunnel below.
Noland Lee walked out of the underground entrance with a body full of sewage, lifted the Breathing Mask, and turned his face covered with sunglasses and a face towel toward the security personnel nearby:
“Mate, have Fars and Captain Kent come back?”
The security guard was holding his arms and looked at this brave man who dared to stay alone underground.
He nodded and said:
“The two of them are back. Both have been injured. Captain Kent is fine, able to walk, able to talk. Fars, however, had it rough, unconscious all the way, and had to be carried back by Captain Kent.”
“Oh, that’s good.” Noland Lee let out a silent sigh of relief, the worst-case scenario in his imagination did not happen.
He waved to the security personnel and walked towards the Warehouse Gate:
“Thanks, mate, see you.”
“Hey, buddy, did you go and kill all the aberrations on the Third Underground Level?” the security guard shouted at Noland Lee’s retreating figure.
Noland Lee waved his hand to neither confirm nor deny before leaving the warehouse in silence..
