Odyssey of the Blind God-Chapter 473 Laboratory

After Nial held back Tyrant and Kaeldur and made them retreat, he retrieved the energies he had released as well.

Nial sealed everything cleanly, which made it seem as if everything had merely been an illusion.

Nial's expression changed back to the 'hard to comprehend' expression and his Mana was cleanly sealed.

This made him look weak and vulnerable, even though he was the most terrifying existence in the wooden hut.

Miles was still rather calm because he had never been affected by Nial's pressure or power. Thus, he looked at the Elves that surrounded the large oak table in confusion.

"Is everything okay? I know that it might be hard to work with everyone because we have different upbringings and our personalities are different, but it would be great if we could work together without facing a lot of issues…We have enough on our plate to deal with, either way!"

While he was speaking, Miles served the remaining Elves some tea. The tea was made from a special type of leaves. It provided a soothing warmth that spread through the entire body, releasing one's tension. At the same time, it was very good to calm the mind, which was very good for a better understanding and comprehension of what lay ahead of them.

"I totally agree. Problems would be…problematic, after all," Nial said in a simple manner, understanding very well that all the eyes were on him.

The Royal Princess, her guards, the Royal blood of the Nightshadow Elven race, and his companions were all staring at him, but with different emotions flickering in their eyes.

"I think we can find a way where everyone, or most of us, will have no problem with the execution…" The Royal Princess said, throwing a sideways glance at the 7th Heir of the Nightshadow Elves for a short moment.

The young heir's Mana Core might be at the Keltia rank, but he had rarely fought against beings that were stronger than him in terms of brute strength, let alone combat prowess. He had always evaded facing troublesome opponents when he left his safe havens, the palace where he had been trained and where he had lived for the vast majority of his life.

His experiences of how cruel life can truly be were basically non-existent. He had never been forced to fight anyone, and he was never thrown into a battlefield, surrounded by thousands of desperate and bloodthirsty enemies, who wanted nothing but to spill the 7th Heir's royal blood.

A sheltered life was nice, but it was also the reason for the 7th Heir was shaking like a small twig caught inside a typhoon.

Never in his life could Nightingale have expected to come face to face with an Original and be afraid of him; an Original who ought to be much weaker… and a mere human!

"Miles found the underground laboratory where they concoct the pills of the Cultivation drug!" Princess Evalyne revealed all of a sudden, pulling Nial's attention over to her.

His expression didn't change on the outside but he was quite surprised on the inside.

'Dad found it already? I expected them to take a little longer.'

Nial had yet to go to Melheim and contact the bunch of troublemakers, who had tried to extort his Artisans and almost beaten them into a pulp. He had thought that he would have to do that after this discussion was over.

It was about time for him to get back into action.

"Is there only one laboratory for all shelters, or are we just focusing on the producers for Halheim first?" Nial asked, conversationally.

He knew that he had to make sure that there was no room for miscommunication and that their goal was the same. The Cultivation Drug was not exactly troublesome to the Elven races, and the only problem they caused was to create problems for the humans all over the shelters.

The strongest Originals from the Halheim shelter were likely to cause trouble to the Elven races the moment their addictions were to reach a stage in which they wouldn't even hesitate to attack their own allies.

When that time would come, it would be impossible to prevent more troubles from following up. The moment blood was spilled between humans and elves it would be very hard to calm everyone down. In fact, even if it was possible to calm down both sides temporarily, hate and anger would slowly creep up in the subconscious of the races and things would get worse, ultimately resulting in them terminating their Alliance.

That was not even the worst that could happen but it was enough for the Royal Princess to intervene and help the humans a little bit. She wanted to give them a helping hand, whether it was because she didn't want Nial as her opponent or because certain other things she never disclosed to anyone didn't really matter.

"We don't know if the laboratory distributes the drugs to all shelters or just Halheim. The plan we came up with was to raid the laboratory, kill the guards and clean up the entire laboratory without leaving anything behind.

The Alchemists who are in charge of creating the Cultivation Drug will be captured alive and they can be investigated afterward, which will help us find out whether there are more laboratories and how widespread the nuisance the entire Drug scenario truly is!"

It looked like the Royal Princess had a decent plan in mind. Given that Nial had Dominion it wouldn't be difficult to interrogate the Alchemists as well. With that, Nial could agree rather easily.

"But if we act, everything will have to happen rather fast…and I need roughly half a day to procure a few more pieces of information…" Nial agreed to the Royal Princess' plan but he thought about the Soul Contract scheming nonetheless. ｆ𝓇𝘦ℯ𝙬𝑒𝐛n𝐨νe𝙡.c𝑜𝗺

Something told him that both the Drug scenario and the Soul Contract scheming were two sides of a coin and that they belonged together.

"You want to find the connections between the Foreign Ambassadors who hand out Soul Contract and the Cultivation Drugs, am I right?" Princess Evalyne asked, and her eyes began to gleam when she noticed that her guess was spot on.

The corners of Nial's lips curled upward and he nodded his head.

"That's basically what I want to do. It won't take that long either. But I might as well kill the Ambassadors…or just capture them…before we leave for the laboratory….When do you want to initiate the attack, or did you not think of a date yet?"

Many thoughts flashes through Nial's mind and he had to think about a bunch of things to make sure that things would get better rather than worse.

"There are still a few things to find out, including the exact location of their warehouses, the number of opponents, and a few other things to make sure that we're not accidentally attacking a race that can annihilate the Elven races with a simple wave of their hands. To make sure that no one else can find out the date of the attack and prepare in advance we will have to do it rather spontaneously as well. If you're fine with that, I will just call you and then we raid the laboratory," The Royal Princess suggested and Nial nodded his head once again.

'They're more worried about the fact that helping us will create conflict with other, stronger, races. Well, it is only obvious that they will have to wager whether helping us will provide them with more benefits than losses.'

Nial couldn't really complain about Princess Evalyne's mindset because she put the safety of her race above everything else. It was her highest priority, which was something that may cause lots of sorrow, pain, and sadness in the future.

However, it could also bring her happiness and satisfaction.

Nial didn't feel that he was the right person to comment on someone else's goals, let alone the best judge between right or wrong.

He was not supposed to comment on others' goals, let alone say that they weren't worth it, or that their goals were fantastic. His own goal was nothing extraordinary or special, so why would he comment on others just because their goals were unfathomable for him?

'What am I even thinking about? Did I fall on my head while sleeping?'

Nial shook his head a few times before he dispelled the intrusive thoughts that were bothering him. Afterward, he paid more attention to listening to the rest of the discussion before the Royal Princess and her cohort chose to leave. Nightingale looked at Nial every now and then but Nial didn't sense the hatred he had expected the 7th Heir to direct at him.

On the contrary, Nightingale seemed to have realized that Nial was not someone to take lightly, thus, the only thing he directed at Nial was fear of the unknown, and…curiosity?

'I don't like this curiosity…can't he just be afraid of me?'