Dark Prison Codex

After listening to the refined man, Arthur was left with only one thought: just as Merlin had said, every wizard had blood on their hands. They were evil and unrestrained.

Thinking this, Arthur grew even more wary of the two extraordinary people before him and silently stepped in front of Merlin.

"Who exactly are you? Could that iceberg that flew through the sky just now have something to do with you?"

"The thing that flew past earlier... fine, let us call it an iceberg, as you do. That iceberg had nothing to do with us. It was a flying vehicle of the Frost Moon Alliance." This time, it was not the refined man who answered him, but the youth beside him, whom the man called Master. "As for us, you may call me Pustin. Just as Black Codex said, we were merely passing by and happened to overhear your conversation. We meant nothing else by it."

After the youth Pustin finished speaking, he looked at the refined man he called "Black Codex" and gave a slight nod. "Black Codex, it is time to go. Pamiji Plateau is still far from here. I hope we can return to the organization before next year's Month of Revival."

Black Codex nodded. "If Master works a little harder, you will be able to unlock more of my postures. Then I can carry Master away."

"By then, I will already be able to buy a flying vehicle. Who would care to have you carry them?" Pustin rolled his eyes at Black Codex. Master and servant then headed out of the oasis town, in the same direction the iceberg had gone before: northeast.

Arthur had not expected them to leave just like that. "Were they really only passing through?"

As Pustin and Black Codex walked farther