Chapter 70
The direction where the flow of force was heading was not to the parts of the armor they had been searching through until now, but to a collection of various other classified items. Logan followed the force, and upon closer inspection, he realized it was led by a pair of grey metal boots made of an unknown material, lacking any distinctive features.
What is this? Logan wondered, feeling no magical power coming from the boots, which seemed obscure enough to doubt if they were artifacts at all. But the moment he picked them up, a subtle vibration transmitted from his fingertips, and he felt an odd sensation.
Is something blocked? The boots seemed to continue absorbing the faintly dispersed force, and the vibration was just perceptible enough for someone with his special senses.
Maybe
Its a jackpot.
Filled with vague expectations, Logan immediately infused the boots with his force. As if they were waiting, the boots began to suck in his force.
Wooong.
Initially, his expectations grew larger as the force was sucked in violently, like a waterfall. However, as it continued to grow intense without any signs of stopping, his face could not help but turn grim.
What the!?
He hurriedly tried to put the brakes on the force pouring out like an ebbing tide, but the flow created by the boots was too strong. Forcing it might cause internal injuries.
He thought it was a jackpot, but it turned out to be a mishapor possibly even a trap.
Eek!
Logan decided to give it a try, injecting as much force into the boots as possible.
He had a mind to destroy the boots outright.
And at the moment Logans expression turned from blue to ashen pale
Fzzt.
With a sound in his head like something breaking, the boots began to release the force they had absorbed.
He felt like he had drunk the water of life just before collapsing from exhaustion.
Logan looked at the boots he held with a bewildered expression, What is this?
Despite feeling mocked, the powerful force he covertly felt within the boots dissolved his frustration like melting snow.
There was no reason to hesitate.
Logan immediately tried on the boots.
Theyre a bit big, arent they?
As soon as he thought that
Woong.
The boots sucked in his force, rapidly shrinking to fit his feet perfectly.
Huh
Despite their heavy metallic appearance, they felt weightless.
And that moment, Logan intuitively understood the abilities of these boots.
Increase in physical agility and reaction speed by 30%. Triple mid-air jumps. Climbing. Size adjustment. Self-repair.
It was as if the force that returned to Logan whispered these abilities into his mind.
It must be some magic unknown to him.
If thats the case
At the very least, its an artifact of 4th class or higher.
A treasure more outstanding than any other artifact remaining here.
Huh Such a big find
Just as he was about to cheer
Its ten minutes ago.
The knights warning call came from outside the passage.
Logan, suppressing the laughter that was about to burst, had no choice but to hastily leave the warehouse.
Those boots Are you wearing them?
Yes.
Hmm. Measurement grade: less than 1st class Huh? Are you really okay with this?
The knight looked at him as if he was a fool like no other in the world.
Please convey my thanks for the Counts grace.
Logan sincerely smiled with gratitude.
* * *
Just a sturdy pair of metal boots So, that guy is still staying in his lane.
Receiving the report from his knight, Roger Vipros smiled faintly.
Then, a subordinate cautiously asked,
Shall we cancel the plan then?
No. He must still pay the price for making a fool of me.
The faint smile soon held a chill and was directed towards someone absent from the room.
Even if that person showed gestures of reconciliation, there was no mercy in Roger Vipros dictionary.
A cunning bastard
The Swordmaster sent his greetings on his birthday, which was unusual given they seldom interacted.
And just so happened that his disciple was there at the event.
No matter how he thought about it, he couldnt shake off the feeling that he had been played by the others schemes.
Sir, hes set to leave immediately. Then we should
What? Haha, hes determined to mock me to the end, that man
Three days left of the party. Could the person who brought shame on Roger on the first day possibly take all the artifacts and just leave?
Before worrying about the rumors that would spread, it was unbearably humiliating for him personally.
Tell him clear. Dont kill him, but make sure you cripple him without leaving a trace. And make sure to retrieve his sword and artifacts.
Understood.
* * *
Is someone talking behind my back?
Logan mumbled, feeling a sudden itching in one ear.
Half a day had passed since he left Vipros, riding like a madman.
By tomorrow, he would be able to enter the territory of what was once Syllvan but now belonged to Maclaine.
Even if there are trackers, they wont chase me this far.
No one would have thought that a welcomed guest would ride hard as if possessed after a formal farewell.
Therefore, Logan could afford to leisurely inspect his newly acquired boots by a simple campfire on a bed of leaves.
What exactly is this?
How could such an item be buried there?
Why hadnt Roger Vipros discovered the secret of this item?
Though questioning one after another, no matter how hard he stared at the boots, they were not about to open their mouths and answer him.
Really
Size adjustment, enhancement of physical abilities, mid-air jumping, and climbing.
A mere artifact with four 1st-circle magics applied would have been considered equivalent to a 3rd-class artifact.
Adding the extra benefits of the boots to it, it was clear that it was a treasure worth one or two levels higher.
Haha. Its a great find anyway.
He felt fortune had rolled into his lap unexpectedly.
It was even strangely unsettling how luck seemed to come too easily.
No, no. A good thing is a good thing.
Intending to learn how to use them, Logan let go of futile speculation and put on the boots again.
Fwoosh!
A momentary leap, and his body changed direction mid-air three times over. Now lighter, he cut through the forest like a whirlwind.
Wahaha!
The ability of the boots, which amplified his speed by a 30% ratio rather than a consistent strength, made him feel as if he had reached a new realm of skill.
Elated, Logan drew his sword, Lux, and swung it into the open air.
Swoosh!
So began the nocturnal gymnastics.
The endless golden sword dance continued even hours after Logan thought he had become accustomed to the boots prowess.
Good. Very good!
After acquiring Lux, and now this treasure
It felt like luck was on his side.
Thy name is now Boots of the Wind God.
With that content thought, Logan sat down to meditate, a satisfying conclusion after gaining more than he desired.
The peaceful mind facilitated concentration and eased the fatigue accumulated in his body from adapting to the boots, as consciousness expanded and contracted, sinking inward in a meditative repose.
This meditation replaced sleep.
To him, it was now no different from relaxing rest.
However, that tranquil time did not last long.
A murderous intent!
An eerie feeling struck Logan, who instinctively got up and stared westward.
Could a tracker have followed me here?
Without making a sound, he drew his sword.
Fortunately, the silvery blade of Lux did not flaunt its brilliance under the dark night sky.
Even though he hadnt fully recovered, his senses were slightly dulled, but thankfully, the aggressors were not breathing, making them undetectable.
Your senses are quite sharp.
The altercated voice made Logan frown.
Out of the western bushes, four masked figures appeared.
Dressed in pitch-black leather armor that seemed suitable for covert operations by mercenaries, with masks so tight even their hair couldnt be seen.
Wearing all that, arent you hot? It must have been quite a struggle coming from Vipros here.
Logan provocatively let out, seeing them, but they did not respond.
Do not kill him.
As the command was issued from a masked one in the back, another raced swiftly towards Logan.
How troublesome to come all the way here
A voice tinged with irritation.
The leader, disguised, had his voice altered; his subordinates did not seem to bother.
A voice certainly heard somewhere before, but there was no time to ponder who it belonged to.
A common longsword approacheda sight usual in a bustling metropolis.
However, the ferocity embedded within was anything but ordinary.
A senior knight! They really did send trackers.
The creeping pressure as the distance closed made Logan furrow his brow and swing his blade.
Crash!
What?!
The opponents sword was sent flying and dug into the ground.
Logan immediately pursued the stumbling masked man and slashed decisively.
They followed all this way. They must be dealt with when the opportunity arises.
If the first to charge was a senior knight, the others likely were equal or even stronger.
It was essential to reduce their numbers at this opportune moment.
But
Scrape!
Ugh!
The hopeful strike disappointingly did not reach its goal.
As the sword flew, the off-balance knight simply rolled backward.
Logans expression twisted as he missed, then
Seize him altogether!
Sensing the unusual situation, the enemy leader shouted and apart from himself, the other two masked figures rushed towards Logan.
In that instant, a gust of wind arose around Logans body.
Clang! Clang!
Boom!
The explosion echoed through the tranquil night sky.
Logan sequentially deflected the senior knights strikes and easily parried the initial masked figures follow-up attack.
Three senior knights who would normally have struggled to hold their ground.
Matching them evenly was partly due to their restraint, but also thanks to the dramatically altered movement of his body.
Definitely impressive.
Even amidst a dire situation, Logan couldnt help but admire the Boots of the Wind God once again.
A 30% sharper sensation and a 30% more agile body movement.
That alone had increased his combat power by more than 1.5 times.
Logans already unmatched efficiency in his class had transcended grades with the boots addition.
The knights could not help but feel the disparity.
Allow us to kill him!
We cant manage with just us!
The sounds of the masked men echoed urgently through the quiet forest night.
The leader, who meant to observe from a distance, saw his struggling subordinates grind their teeth and moved into action.
How shameful
The allegedly lurking masked figure vanished for a moment and then suddenly emerged behind the chaotic battlefield.
Swinging a plain-looking but nearly 2-meter tall sword radiating silvery white force, he made a sweeping horizontal strike aiming for Logans back.
Boom!
Argh!
Logan instinctively parried the incoming strike from behind, which sent him skidding backwards.
Seizing the moment, the trio of knights targeted Logan.
However
Swoosh!
Scrape!
What in the world!
This this guy?
Huh!
Logans successive direction changes while stepping on thin air left the senior knights attacks cutting nothing but empty space.
Hmph!
After shaking off the shock, Logan sneered at the leader who had attacked him from behind.
It seems the title Knight of Moonlight, Flantz, was earned through surprise attacks.
Curse it, for a supreme knight to come down to such dirty work like this.
The anger-infused retort caused the dimly moonlit force blade to quiver slightly.
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