<h4>Book 2, Chapter 225</h4>


    Trantor: Seven


    Editors: Ana_Banana, Sei


    “I don’t know anything about the situation on Temple Ind.”


    The captain spoke these words to Lukas as he disembarked.


    “So I wish you the best of luck.”


    “Thank you.”


    After saying that the captain headed in a different direction from Lukas. He was probably going to restock food and other supplies for the journey back.


    Lukas turned his attention away and looked at Temple Ind.


    Before stepping off of the ship, he’d already gotten a full view of the ind. It was just his spection, but he didn’t think the poption of this small ind was more than a few dozen.


    Because of this, it felt like a small ind vige that could be found anywhere else. However, it was the scenery beyond the ind that proved it was anything but.


    Death Ind was visible in the distance.


    The sea around it was badly polluted, and the sky above was ck. Like poisonous gas, clouds of purple energy rose up from the ground.


    As Lukas stood on the pier looking at Death Ind, several men approached Lukas.


    The man in the lead spoke up first.


    “Are you Mr. Lukas?”


    “Yes. You are?”


    “…mm. You probably received something from Lord Young Dragon. Please show it to us.”


    Lukas took out the Dragon que. After receiving it, the man took out a stone b from his pocket. There was a groove in it, and Lukas realised with a nce that it matched the size and shape of the que.


    Click.


    As he expected, the Dragon que fit perfectly into the stone b. After which, the stone b began to glow.


    After performing this check, the man took the que out of the stone b and handed it back to Lukas.


    “I apologize for the dy. Lord Young Dragon has given us a rough exnation already. Wee to Temple Ind. I’m Mars, the ind guide.”


    “Lukas.”


    Lukas nodded.


    “Yes. First, please follow me.”


    After saying that, Mars turned around and nodded. Taking this signal, the people who hade with him, scattered. It seemed that they hade because they were wary of the neer.


    “I know that your situation is urgent. And I wish I could take you to Death Ind immediately, but… Before that, you will need to prove your qualifications to the Temple Master.”


    “Temple Master?”


    “He is the person in charge of managing Temple Ind.”


    “…isn’t the Dragon que enough to prove my qualifications?”


    Mars’ expression became a bit shameful at those words.


    “Well, originally, that would be enough but…”


    His expression seemed to say that he couldn’t say more than that.


    Lukas nced at him.


    “Where is the Temple Master?”


    * * *


    There was only one temple on Temple Ind.


    And that was where the Temple Master was.


    He was an elderly man with a rather stern temperament.


    Lukas could tell with just a nce that he was no ordinary person. At the very least, he was on the same level as the East and West Priests that had apanied Aridst time.


    And yet, such a talent had been assigned to this small ind. This showed just how much importance Dragon God Ind ced on Death Ind.


    “Are you the Dragon Hunter?”


    Lukas could immediately tell from his attitude and tone. For some reason or the other, this man was not pleased to meet him.


    “You must be the Temple Master.”


    “…”


    When he heard his tone, Mars, who was standing beside him, couldn’t help but turn to look at Lukas with a confused expression.


    A subtle light shined in the Temple Master’s eyes.


    “Quite the temper you have. Or do you think you can do what you want just because you received the Dragon que from the Young Dragon?”


    “Is it wrong to return what I receive? If you want me to be polite, then you should do the same.”


    This time, there was a hint of anger in the Temple Master’s voice.


    “Watch your mouth, boy. Regardless of whether you are the Young Dragon’s guest or not, I am the one who decides things on this ind. Do you think it would be hard for me to bury you here and deliver a false report?”


    Knowing that it wasn’t a bluff, Mars couldn’t help but gulp slightly.


    He knew what the oue of foolishly offending the Temple Master would be.


    “Am I supposed to prove my qualifications by fighting you? Fortunately, that won’t take too long.”


    “…while I praise your confidence, it isn’t necessary for me to personally check your skills.”


    The Temple Master gestured with his chin.


    Then, a man who was standing behind him, walked forward.


    He was a young, muscr man, and he also looked at Lukas with a nasty expression.


    “This is one of the Chief Warriors of our temple. He is qualified to enter Death Ind, and in some missions, he has even had to endure the harsh environment for more than two months. If you can knock him down-”


    Before he could even finish, Lukas tapped his staff to the ground.


    Thud.


    And in that same instant, a highly condensed Hyper Bolt appeared. (Note: Lukas is trying tomit murder.)


    However, it was much smaller than a normal Hyper Bolt.


    In fact, it was so small that it was almost invisible.


    Soon after appearing, the Hyperbolt shot towards the Chief Warrior with incredible speed.


    “…!”


    The warrior instinctively realised that Lukas had done something, so he pulled out his sword and held it in front of him.


    Nevertheless, although he had responded in time, he made the wrong choice.


    He should have dodged.


    Crack!


    The sword shattered like a pane of ss. The warrior only had enough time to widen his eyes in surprise before he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. It felt like he was being ripped in two.


    Bang!


    Nevertheless, he wasn’t even given the time to scream. As if he’d been hit by a huge invisible being, the man shot backwards like a cannonball and crashed into the wall so hard that he became embedded in it.


    Mars forgot how to close his mouth for a moment, and the Temple Master was simrly speechless.


    Lukas spoke a phrase that carried many mixed meanings.


    “I’ve wasted enough time.”


    It had taken four days to get to Akad with the Sun Carriage, the Skystorm had forced him to wait three days, and it had taken four days after that to finally reach Temple Ind by boat.


    He knew that he had already used the fastest method avable. But knowing that didn’t rid him of his impatience.


    It had already been more than ten days, and Lukas still had yet to set foot on Death Ind.


    The time spent traveling couldn’t be helped.


    Being in a hurry didn’t mean he could make the Sun Carriage or the boat go faster, nor did it solve the weather problems.


    But this was different.


    Convincing them or subduing them.


    Depending on how Lukas acted, he could shorten the time he spent on Temple Ind as much as he wanted.