Temple Arrest

"Ah?"

Suye looked at Euclid in confusion. He had just been about to say that the Goddess of Revenge Temple was investigating him, so why would Euclid say something like that?

How could he sense so clearly that it was the aura of the Revenge Temple?

That feeling was like he was talking about an old friend or an old rival.

Euclid suddenly pushed the Magic Book floating beside him toward Suye, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"If I die, you can open this book. Remember, don't let anyone know about it, especially the people from the temple. What a pity. I was clearly about to remember the second thing, yet I still fell just a little short." As Euclid spoke, he walked toward the carriage door.

"You still haven't told me what the first thing was?" Suye held Euclid's Magic Book in a daze.

"You'll know very soon." Euclid did not turn his head as he spoke.

Suye vaguely sensed that something was wrong. Euclid's behavior was like that of a condemned soldier heading to the battlefield.

"Euclid, what exactly happened? Did you know the Revenge Temple was investigating me, so you drew them away to protect me?" Suye asked.

Euclid stood at the doorway and sent his voice over: "No wonder I only just sensed the Revenge Temple's pursuit. So it was you who diverted them earlier, buying me enough time to remember the first thing. Thank you, miraculous young man. Hurry back to Athens, then leave. Don't come back before reaching the Legendary realm. Remember, don't show my Magic Book to anyone. No one—not Plato, not even Aristotle!"

Suye froze for a moment. Why had Euclid's voice suddenly grown heavier when he mentioned Aristotle?

After speaking, Euclid pushed open the door. A fierce wind surged