Only God-Chapter 588 - 498: What is Xilan’s Arrival For?_2

The Helong Mountain Range was an important source of minerals for the Golan Kingdom, and although Maxwell was loyal, the fact that such a wealthy land was not directly governed by the Royal Family remained a hidden danger.

However, even though the King of Golan was cautious, Maxwell never complained, except when it came to deploying the standing army, only then did the old general send a fiercely worded letter to argue.

Slaier had been in the Helong Mountain Range for about two years, and he felt that it was about time to leave this place.

Thus, not long after, Maxwell heard from an elder about Slaier’s intention to depart,

"Maxwell, my friend, your wish from years ago has brought peace to the entire Helong Mountain Range."

The elder’s voice was low,

"However, how long can such peace last?"

Maxwell replied calmly:

"I’ll do my best, as long as I can manage, I believe the gods will bless us."

After these words, Maxwell thought of something and asked:

"Sage, from which divine being do you come, and what does that divine want you to do? Two years, and I have yet to receive a satisfactory answer. Now that we are about to part, can you tell me?"

The elder nodded with a smile and spoke slowly:

"I come from Slaier, that god of unparalleled wisdom.

What He wants me to do is a very simple task.

That is... to seize death."

Can death be seized?

Maxwell stared at the elder in astonishment; he had long understood that the wishing sage in their midst was no ordinary person, very likely a priest or chosen one of some divine, but he never thought that what the elder intended to do would be so bizarre.

Seizing death...

"How will you do it?"

Maxwell couldn’t help but ask.

"I cannot tell you, but... it’s a plan unprecedented and will never be replicated."

The elder’s gaze turned reverent, 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Only this plan is worthy of Slaier."

Maxwell shifted his gaze, suddenly remembering the name of the god, and asked:

"That god of lies and cunning?"

The elder nodded slightly, then slowly walked away into the distance.

Maxwell wanted to follow, but found himself fixed in place, unable to move an inch.

"Listen, Earl Maxwell, soon you will face the greatest threat of your life. That threat comes from the dwarves, who have always coveted the Helong Mountain Range."

After speaking, the elder’s figure walked farther and farther away, disappearing from the general’s sight.

When he had completely vanished, Maxwell was able to move again. He composed himself, bowed his head, and fell into deep thought.

When the old general looked up again, a sense of noble responsibility encompassed his heart, and a thought was firmly set in his mind — he had to find out, what exactly were the dwarves of Kaelonde up to?

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...

A breeze skimmed the sea’s surface as the large ship slowly docked, its heavy anchors thrown high, and the passengers finally recovered from their harrowing experience.

The ship had docked, but among the more than two hundred passengers, none was in a hurry to disembark. The passengers’ eyes turned towards the sailors, the sailors’ eyes turned towards the first officer, the second officer, and the eyes of the first and second officers turned towards the captain. As for the captain, he seemed indecisive.

The captain looked towards the man of unknown origin and asked with a quivering voice:

"Those pirates... should they all be escorted off, or should we find a place to release them..."

Having sailed these waters for years, the captain knew full well that those villains were the sort who never forgot a grudge. He feared that if enmity were established now, it might endanger the fate of the great ship in future.

The captain didn’t know Xilan’s true identity; after all, who would have thought that a character from history would appear before them? Moreover, he had concealed his pointed ears—indicative of his Logos heritage—and looked like a human, so no one recognized him as the legendary disciple Xilan from the myths.

All he knew was that the man before him was a person of great power, nothing more.

Xilan regarded the captain with his clear and handsome eyes, carrying a solemn expression. The captain couldn’t bear to look straight at him, as if he were afraid that those eyes would see through to the bottom of his heart.

"Take them out, leave the rest to me."

Xilan spoke slowly.

This statement still inexplicably gave the captain a sense of reassurance. He let out a heavy sigh, took a few glances at the man, and then signaled to the other sailors to press all the pirates on the ship to the harbor and hand them over to the local Dwarf lord.

As one after another pirate was escorted off the ship, the passersby on the shore watched this scene with disbelief. A big ship had captured so many pirates—could it be a warship disguised as a merchant ship? But the sailors disembarking from the ship didn’t look like professional soldiers at all.

"Hey, there are still many unarmed passengers up there!"

"Hiris, what on earth happened?"

"Did these pirates have a moment of conscience and tie themselves up?"

"I swear on Scatty’s unsullied wrists, they’d rather kill themselves than have a moment of conscience!"

The bystanders on the shore marveled at this sight, and a large group of guards swarmed in, filling the entire port with noise and commotion.

Veldor stood on the deck, sometimes looking towards Xilan, and at other times averting his gaze.

His feelings were incredibly complex.

To this day, he still didn’t know how to write about everything that had happened that day in his travelog.

When the man before him had displayed his mighty power, Veldor had felt amazement first, then an indescribable embarrassment.

At this moment, Xilan slowly turned his head to look at Veldor.

"Forgive me, I can’t teach you anything... you are already God’s person."

Veldor spoke again, then bowed deeply.

Xilan just smiled at this, seemingly anticipating Veldor’s reaction. He didn’t coerce or insist, but instead came over, first embracing him and then bestowing a Peace kiss on the back of his hand.

"You have still benefited me greatly. Without you, I wouldn’t know how to pray in this era."

These words astonished Veldor. He stared blankly at Xilan, who slowly stepped back. Then a sudden gust of wind arose from the ground, and his figure disappeared in the blustery haze, leaving behind the stunned Veldor and the amazed crowd.

Veldor slowly came back to his senses and suddenly thought of something, exclaiming in panic:

"Oh, damn, I forgot to ask who he was?!"

He had been too nervous at the time and completely forgot to ask. Now, he remembered he should have asked who he was.

The Dwarf’s comical reaction amused the crowd, and laughter erupted from them, even the True Believers of the Sects laughed. There was no malice in the laughter, just pure joy and delight.

After disembarking from the ship, Veldor suddenly remembered the book the man had given him and belatedly recalled the "Xilan’s Story," a flood of memories washing over him. Even if the Dwarf was foolish, he finally realized who that person was.

"He disappeared just like that... just vanished into thin air..."

Veldor murmured excitedly,

"God, that was Xilan, that was Prophet Noen’s disciple!"

The Dwarf belatedly discovered Xilan’s true identity and suddenly felt regret. He should have had the cheek to keep the man around; now, when he wanted to look for him, there was no trace to be found.

That evening, Veldor shared his theories with the Sect Priest, who also showed a shocked expression,

"No wonder, it was Xilan... Lord, you sent Xilan..."

The Sect Priest pressed his hands together and quickly recited a few prayers.

"What was his purpose? Has God entrusted him with a mission once again?"

Veldor couldn’t help but ask.

The Sect Priest shook his head and said:

"I don’t know, perhaps only the Lord knows."