Return of the Legendary Runesmith-Chapter 503 - 502- Unexpected arrival

There were a few things Adrian had naturally grasped during his learning period of the fifth thread, even without the notes explicitly pointing them out.

Like the natural sequence in which the second thread should be tuned in order to ensure efficiency and minimal waste of mana during a spell chanting.

Another of those was how deeply the fifth-thread was connected to the third thread.

He had spent the most time studying the third thread, trying to understand what it truly meant to a subject.

He has used the training doll over a hundred times to gain a mastery over the third thread for a reason. It was not because of the complexity but something entirely else.

Their memories, their life experiences, their struggles—after going through all of that, a Runesmith would determine which memory could be used as an anchor to establish the fifth thread.

"What you regard as the Cortex, Sir Clark, is an extremely fragile part of the human brain. Not only does it ensure that the brain doesn’t suffer damage despite the constant demand for mana, but it also continuously supplies mana to your body, nourishes your mana nodes, and keeps you alive."

Adrian explained calmly, "Repeatedly tugging at the Cortex without any anchor would lead to severe damage to the subject."

Not only Clark, but every Runesmith present was listening intently, some of them even jotting down his words.

Then someone from the crowd raised a question. "What proof do you have for everything you just said?"

"That’s right! Why should we believe that this isn’t just random gibberish?"

"Bella, no!" Ariana instantly pulled the girl back into her chair before she could lunge at the crowd. "You’ll only make things harder for Adrian," she added hurriedly.

Ruby stood up as well and placed her hands on Annabelle’s shoulders. "She’s right. If you go down there, Adrian’s efforts will be wasted."

Annabelle clicked her tongue. "How can you two stand listening to all that crap? Who are they to question my darling’s knowledge? Fucking maggots!"

Back on the stage, Adrian neither panicked nor showed any sign of offense.

Maintaining a calm front, he faced the audience.

"My source of information has no origin, because I created these methods myself." There was no lie there. After all, Avirin was him.

Turning toward Clark, Adrian added, "If Sir Clark believes that I must present evidence to support my words in order to continue this evaluation, then I will step away from the stage."

There was no point in continuing if they intended to demand proof. He couldn’t show them the notes he studied in the Time Chamber; the system would never allow it. And even if it had, Adrian had no intention of sharing Avirin’s knowledge with the world.

Despite the turmoil in his mind, Clark spoke calmly. "We have all witnessed the miraculous armaments those hands of yours have tuned, Sir Adrian. There is no need for you to step back."

Clark’s words crushed much of the crowd’s momentum to continue protesting.

The hall grew quieter, though clear traces of disapproval still lingered on several faces.

Clark then asked, "Alright. According to you, without an anchor, the threads would slowly damage the subject’s Cortex, correct?"

Adrian nodded. "That’s right."

Clark clasped his hands together. "Then why don’t you help me, Sir Adrian?" His words surprised many, including the man they were directed at.

He continued, "I don’t know the method you use to connect so deeply with a subject. But if you believe you can do it—create anchors—then why don’t we work together?"

It was a feasible solution.

Many nodded in agreement.

This project was meant for public welfare, so surely Adrian shouldn’t have any issue agreeing to it.

However, he said, "I believe planting an anchor wouldn’t solve all of your problems."

Clark’s smile froze, and for a few moments, the hall fell completely silent.

Then it came.

A tide of protest.

"That proves it! That bastard is just here to insult Sir Clark!"

"That asshole can’t stand seeing someone succeed in the field of Runesmithing! Fucking asswipe!"

"He’s a traitor! A supremacist who doesn’t want us to develop!"

Taunts and curses began flying at Adrian from all sides.

Slowly, Ariana and Ruby’s grip on Annabelle began to loosen. In fact, both of them looked on the verge of charging into the crowd with their armaments drawn.

On the other side, Olivia nervously glanced between Allen and Sylvie. Both had their hands resting on their weapons, unsure whether they would draw them to protect Adrian or—

God... please stop this somehow, Olivia prayed.

Adrian stood in silence, neither reacting nor attempting to flee. He chose to wait and see how Clark would respond to all of this.

But looking at him...

The older man simply stood there, showing no intention of calming the public. And that indicated only one thing.

He is scared... and furious.

Adrian could tell Clark hadn’t expected a second demerit in his creation.

Adrian was wondering what he should do now. If Clark remained silent sooner or later these people would charge at him.

Just then—

"SILENCE!"

A roaring voice echoed through the hall.

Everyone turned toward the source, where a soldier stood. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Clad in silver armor with a spear in hand, the soldier spoke, his voice carrying to every corner of the venue.

"By order of the Crown, cease all disorder at once.

Let it be known to every soul present—His Imperial Majesty has arrived.

The Emperor of Noredeim now enters this venue.

Kneel. Still your tongues. Lower your weapons.

Any who disrupts the Emperor’s arrival will be judged as one who defies the Empire itself!"

Clark’s eyes widened, his face draining of color.

Adrian blinked in disbelief as well when he heard that name.

Did... I hear that right? The Emperor?

His doubts were soon answered. A small unit of soldiers entered the venue and took position on either side, forming a guarded passage for the man who stepped in last.

He stood close to seven feet tall, with a broad, bear-like build. A thick beard framed his rugged face, which was marked by countless scars, and an eye patch covered his left eye.

The ruler of the strongest Empire in the world.

The wild wolf of the north.

The one who could not be ranked, simply because his strength surpassed all measures.

But...

’Why....is he here?’ For the first time, Adrian was regretting coming here.

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A/N:- Are we too deep in the story for world building? Gah, sorry guys, I am still in my learning phase.

Thanks for reading.