Bronze City

Lu Yuan responded and then turned and went back to the Library.

Find a corner spot, take out the <Knowledge Path Guide>, and prepare to try and gain some more experience.

According to the book, "defense" has five stages, and each stage requires a more complete understanding of the knowledge in order to advance.

Even in just the First Order, the effects were already quite practical. Although it couldn't make up for the lack of attack methods for the time being, it could indirectly increase the number of times one could use "Time Bestower".

Putting aside the jumbled thoughts in his mind, Lu Yuan began to bury himself in his studies.

But whether it was due to limitations or some other reason, this time when he read the Ancient Imperial Language in the book, he felt like he was going around in circles.

[Defense I:+0.1,0.1/10]

Feeling a bit dizzy, Lu Yuan ultimately chose to give up.

It seems this can't be rushed; we can only take it slowly.

It's late at night.

Lu Yuan closed the book, lay down on the makeshift bed in the corner of the Library, and closed his eyes.

I slept soundly that night without dreaming.

Lu Yuan opened his eyes at dawn.

He sat up and subconsciously looked towards the edge of his field of vision.

No hints, no experience.

Lu Yuan was slightly disappointed.

But on second thought, not having Strange Dream isn't all bad.

He assessed his condition and found that his rationality had recovered significantly, much better than he had expected.

At the edge of vision, grayish-white text floated silently:

[Sanity: 29/70 → 41/70]

"So much recovery in just one night?" Lu Yuan was a little surprised. He knew that even before the Mo Shui Blessing disappeared, Qianmian had only recovered four points.

I usually fall asleep around 6 or 8 pm.

Lu Yuan's gaze fell on the <Knowledge Path Guide> on the table.

It has the effect of "defense".

And this level of improvement is even achieved from just the basics...

Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze and made a decision in his heart.

It seems I need to thoroughly understand this book as soon as possible; the potential of "defense" is much greater than I imagined.

He got up, stretched a little, walked out of the Library, and went up to the upper floor.

The corridor was quiet. Before I even reached the corner, I saw Old Morgan come out of the conference room, looking rather grave.

"Awake?" Old Morgan glanced at him. "Perfect timing, reinforcements are almost here. Come with me to pick them up."

A light drizzle was falling at the entrance of the base.

The sky was overcast, and the air was filled with a damp smell.

Old Morgan stood on the porch, gazing at the street in the distance.

Lu Yuan stood beside him when footsteps came from behind. It was Hans; the bandage on his left arm had been changed, and he looked to be recovering well.

"Where's Mary?" Old Morgan asked without turning around.

"Still resting," Hans said. "The situation is stable, but he still needs a few more days of quiet rest."

"That's good. It seems your medical skills are indeed superb, Lu Yuan. It's a bit of a waste to have you working in Grim Port," Old Morgan said, looking at Lu Yuan.

"After the screening is complete, I recommend you go to the nearest Bronze City, how about that?"

"Hmm?" Lu Yuan was somewhat surprised, not expecting Old Morgan to suddenly say that.

"Don't rush to refuse. Your background is a bit strange. We investigated you when you joined the Night Watcher, but we couldn't find any information related to you."

"You know, you have an Asian face. There's no way you couldn't be found anywhere near Grim Port," Old Morgan said with a smile.

"Therefore, if you are transferred directly from Grim Port to Headquarters, your information will most likely be exposed, and you'll need to go through some trouble."

"Once your file passes through Bronze City and is stored there, no one will be able to find it again."

"Don't you have any doubts?" Lu Yuan asked calmly.

"The sewers, the Mo Shui, the islands—that's enough to prove you're not Heretic, and quite reliable, and your assessment of the threat you pose to the Empire is extremely low." Old Morgan shook his head slightly, took a silver badge from his pocket, and continued.

"So, this medal has a lot of points, and it also proves that you are a full member of the Night Watcher."

"Haha, take it, Lu Yuan." Hans walked over at this moment and patted him on the shoulder.

"You have great talent. Staying in Grim Port is a complete waste. Besides, Bronze City is a good place. Once the screening is over, you can leave with the reinforcements."

Lu Yuan looked at Hans and Old Morgan, remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

"Hmm, Mary knows too?"

"We know, this is the result of internal discussions." Hans said with a smile, "The moment you stepped into the Transcendence, we were already discussing whether or not to send you to Headquarters."

"However, Old Morgan disagreed at the time, which led to the subsequent assessment. Considering your file, it was more suitable for you to go to Bronze City first, and then transfer to Headquarters."

"Take it, Lu Yuan." Old Morgan handed the badge to Lu Yuan.

"You deserve it."

Lu Yuan finally accepted the badge. It was quite heavy, with a silver-white theme, a crescent moon hanging above it, and herbs and medicines placed below.

Seemingly sensing that Lu Yuan would also leave, the three of them remained silent, standing under the porch and waiting.

The rain was fine and continuous, making a soft, pattering sound as it hit the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure appeared at the end of the street.

A middle-aged man, wearing a gray robe, walked slowly in the rain.

Lu Yuan noticed that he wore a badge on his chest, with a moon and a golden longsword intertwined, which was different from the badges of ordinary Night Watcher.

That is...

"They're here," Old Morgan said in a low voice.

Lu Yuan and Hans instinctively straightened up.

The newcomer's aura was extremely restrained, yet standing there, he was like a mountain—steady, substantial, and giving off an unshakeable feeling.

The raindrops fell on him, but slid off automatically an inch away, without even wetting the hem of his clothes.

Even when Lu Yuan looked up, his gaze would be swept away, making it difficult to see clearly.

He is a high-level Transcendence being.

The man walked to the porch, his gaze sweeping over the three men before finally settling on Old Morgan.

Without any pleasantries, they immediately launched into questioning.

"I checked out the situation here before I came."

His voice was calm, but carried an undeniable authority.

"The losses were heavy."

Old Morgan didn't speak, he just looked at the man in front of him.

"According to the information you sent back, although the main problem lies with the Viscount..." the man paused, "But what are the Night Watcher doing?"

"All the doctors in the inner city have disappeared, all those in the Outer City are dead, the church has suffered heavy casualties, and the Holy Armor Army has lost more than half its strength..."

He looked at Old Morgan, his gaze cold and sharp.

"Old Morgan, did you know? The Pathfinder have found out about this too, and they've already taken it to Headquarters."

"Grim Port, as a newly developed port, has only been operating for a few years, and this kind of thing has already happened, so you must be punished."