NABC Chapter 301: 305 Bridge
Chapter 301: 305 Bridge
Chapter 301: Chapter 305 Bridge
“Wait a moment,”
the Martial Monk said to everyone. Lancelot widened his eyes curiously, eager to see how the scout across the river would respond to them, especially at such a great distance. However, the Human Knight couldn’t make out any signs, even with his vision enhanced by True Yuan; he detected nothing unusual.
He looked at Hobinson, puzzled, only to find the other man lounging against a nearby stone wall. Lancelot was baffled; he was quite certain that the Martial Monk couldn’t possibly possess better vision than his, nor did he feel any magical effects in play on the other man.
Lancelot realized he might have completely misunderstood the situation, as the Martial Monk didn’t seem to be focusing on anything outside at all. After waiting for about five minutes, Hobinson turned the winch again, allowing the beam of light to sweep slowly across the dark riverbank. This time, the Martial Monk was visibly more concentrated, carefully observing the places swept by the light.
Following his gaze, Lancelot also surveyed the opposite bank. At last, he noticed that when the light swept past a certain patch of grass, there was a distinct reflection, as if someone had placed a mirror or something similar there.
From the Martial Monk’s expression, that was evidently the expected response. However, his hands didn’t stop their motion; he controlled the light beam to complete its sweep across the entire riverside at the original pace.
Afterwards, the Martial Monk repeated the process. This time, when the light beam swept over the spot that had flashed before, the reflection was gone. Clearly, whatever had caused the reflection had been removed.
Lancelot couldn’t help but inwardly admire the ingenious design. Although everyone could see the signals from the lighthouse, it would be difficult for enemies to understand the meaning of the beams—whether they moved fast or slow, high or low. The scouts only needed to place some mirrors in the spots where the light beam passed, according to a prearranged method, to send back sufficient intelligence without worrying about revealing their position.
“We are in luck tonight; there are no enemies within five miles.” The lean Martial Monk spoke before turning to walk in another direction, “Follow me, I’ll take you across the river.”
“Uh, the exit is this way,” Bruto reminded him; the Martial Monk was walking towards a gap in the watchtower, where there was a small platform extending outward, seemingly the remnant of a stone bridge that had collapsed at some point.
“But the way over the river is this way,” Hobinson said with a smile, then stepped out through the gap.
To everyone’s amazement, the Martial Monk stood steadily in midair, his feet planted as if on solid ground, though there appeared to be nothing there.
“It won’t be if you walk in front,” Bruto said with a straight face.
Lancelot shrugged his shoulders and stepped onto the transparent stone bridge. He intentionally walked very slowly, allowing his Dwarf companion, who was used to having his feet on solid ground, time to suppress the instinctive screams in his mind and slowly shift his center of gravity onto the foot that was stepping into the air.
“This is too hard...” complained the Dwarf from behind, “Lancelot, you pull me instead...”
“You’ve made it up here, won’t you try a bit harder?”
“I’ll definitely give it a try when we have the chance, but let’s not waste time now.” Bruto surrendered to his fate, “I’ve closed my eyes already, walk faster.”
Sometimes reality is so delicately ironic; people often walk faster with their eyes closed than with them open.
This invisible pathway was even longer than they had imagined; after crossing the Hoffenstan River, they walked almost half a mile more before their feet once again touched solid ground.
“And so, farewell, my friends.” The Martial Monk bowed with his hands together in salute once more, “I wish you all smooth sailing.”
“Thanks a lot, old pal.” Acheron gave the Martial Monk a warm embrace, “I really wish you could come with us, just like old times...”
“Sometimes I really wonder how you got that General title.” The Martial Monk shook his head, looking at Lancelot and the others, “I bet he told you all sorts of reasons for coming here, but believe me, they were all made up. He’s just longing for adventure and doesn’t want to miss any opportunities.”
“Have you been drinking tonight, spouting such nonsense?” the Elf said with a laugh, giving the Human Martial Monk a push and turning to address everyone, “Let’s not waste words with this guy, let’s move out!”
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