Races: Online - Chapter 328

What lay in front of him was a large wooden board.

Multiple items and notes were pinned to it with a dagger and each contained valuable information that were gathered. There was a map of the Yegarian Kingdom where the location of Rockfall Village was encircled with bright red ink—along with notes about the Enchanted Forest.

A path had been marked and carved out, the usual trail taken by the individual known as Old Man Joe that ended at the City of Gloria. Notes about him being a known wholesale Farmer of valuable produce were also tacked along with it.

Several other villages and towns along the way were also highlighted with recent events from a nasty Goblin tribe’s consecutive attacks along the path of Oaken Ashwoods, Wolfcrest Village and neighboring areas.

Further to the north of those small and remote villages, beyond the location City of Gloria and before the Endless Passes were many villages, towns and even cities that were attacked by the weyr of wyverns. Owen Liddell also neatly pinned reports from some contacts he had with people in the army of Indrus Sargon beside it.

A page from a bestiary was also torn and placed close to it—it contained the relative known speed of a wyvern in flight. As far as he was concerned, there was no such thing as a ‘teleporting’ wyvern, even among their magically blessed sub-types.

Right next to it was his own report about the incident in the city of Gloria itself. The not widely known event of three immensely high-leveled individuals that struck the city prior to Colossal Wyvern’s own arrival.

Needless to say, even when he looked at it—the man himself got dizzy. The bulk of everything he had gathered was immense, and it was only recently that he thought he reached a breakthrough.

Thankfully, each piece of information and event was organized chronologically and even held lines that connected them with one another.

Or rather, Owen Liddell wanted to say that it was all connected to him.

He should have seen it from the start.

When he first recovered from the incident of waking up at the outskirts of the City of Gloria with the Cleric Jeanne Orleans, the two of them found themselves unable to recall a thing. Or rather, their heads throbbed with a pain that made thinking about the incident incredibly hard.

He chose to be the one who forced himself to recall things.

A great number of memory draughts were concocted and drunk, anti-magic artifacts available in the Kraelonia Academy’s storage were used in the case where he was magically hexed to not remember… and Owen Liddell generally did what he often did when he encountered a problem.

The man poured himself a drink, drank it in one go, and finally sighed.

“I still can’t believe that I didn’t see it all at once.”

His own table was painstakingly messy and disorganized, but Owen reached for a magical stone and placed it underneath his lips. The man talked aloud to himself, or rather to someone else.

“As of late, I haven’t been able to visit the bar—but I hope you are doing well there, Viole. Several events have caught my attention and though it seems like my grandfather doesn’t care that much—he tries to hide it, but he’s actually got a soft spot for his old friend—I need to figure something out.”

Owen took another swig and grimaced.

“Let’s see… dang.”

The late nights were catching up to him, but as his gaze focused on Wolfcrest encircled with huge markings… Owen groaned.

“How could I have forgotten that even Wolfcrest got attacked yet again by those goblins—I don’t think it’s particularly them? By them, I mean the ones that Nire knows. Please check up on her now and then… she doesn’t have much company… and yes, I’m also supposed to check if you’re fine. How are you, Viole?”

His head was absolutely spinning.

“…I may have to contact you again later. Send a message again, I mean. It’s a little hard to communicate using this stone—but it’s much safer than sending a letter and having it intercepted. I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

Owen Liddell finally took a seat and considered taking a nap.

But once he shut his eyes, he might wake up after a week and that would get him in trouble.

He was running on only three hours of sleep today and he still had four more classes this afternoon—and all he wanted to do was sleep. But he needed to stay awake because he had figured it all out.

And it only happened because he was researching Psionic Classes.

“Something I told Han that I’d helped him with—who knew that it’d help me figure him out.” Owen Liddell muttered to himself as he pulled up the heavy book and let it drop on his table.

A heap of papers started flying onto the floor… and he just didn’t care.

Now that he was a little older and held more responsibilities, Owen now understood why his father had been incredibly such a packrat in his lab. He flipped the pages and then stopped directly at the numerous sub-classes.

Psions reminded him a little of Illusionary Mages.

Illusionary Mages could fool a person’s senses and make them believe and fall prey to magical influences. It was something that affected one’s mental perception similar to Psion.

However, Illusionary Mages required their enemy’s senses to be tampered for it to work and that hadn’t been the case. All of his physical faculties—and especially the Cleric with her divine protection—were difficult to fool.

They were equipped against attacks of both physical and magical nature.

Even though he disliked the Healer Treuse Arcoix—he approached the guy recently to check if the reason he couldn’t remember anything was through some sort of traumatic event that blocked it.

That hadn’t been the case either.

So he settled with a mental attack that prevented him from remembering and although it was difficult to find a legitimate Psion class. Or someone with enough levels to help combat whatever influence happened… he ended up just getting the Psion Class for himself.

Or more precisely, Owen borrowed Han’s skills.

“[ One Man’s Fortune… Can Also Be Mine ].”