Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1226

Darren and his followers sneakily kept a low profile the entire way. The area was littered with killing intents, and they didn't want others to catch wind of them.

Caleb and Davis were still crawling around the area Darren and his followers had left; carefully scouring for any clues they left behind.

"What a powerful method! Even I'm having a hard time detecting it!"

Caleb used to be very confident about finding out their whereabouts, but after trying to detect them, his efforts were moot. This was an unpleasant surprise.

"Sir, there are so many people in their force. They must have left some low-level warriors behind. If we can catch one of them, we can interrogate them to get vital information. As long as we know where they're headed, it'll be a piece of cake for you and me to catch up with them," said Davis.

"You've got a point." The place did leave some traces of the aura of the inferior warriors.

Whoosh!

In a flash, Caleb soared hundreds of kilometers through the air. He stopped and blocked off several gangsters.

Feeling the powerful aura emanating from Caleb, the group of gangsters slumped to the ground in bowing position. They trembled as they held their breath in fear.

"Tell me, where is your leader?" These words came out as sharp as knives since they were mixed with the god's power, leaving the gangsters trembling even harder.

Despite their fears, these gangsters were believers of Darren. Since they swore absolutely loyal belief in Darren, it would be impossible for them to tell Caleb where their leader went.

"I'll kill you if you don't tell me!"

Caleb cracked down and smashed three men's heads into bloody mist. He left one unlucky member alive in order to get him to talk about Darren's location—using the three corpses as a stern warning.

The remaining gangster kept his silence despite his obviously terrified expression.

"Well then, if that's what you wish." Caleb raised his hand, ready to crack down on the last gangster's skull.

"Wait a moment, sir. You must know that Darren is a Defiant Master. He must have made them his believers. They are probably now absolutely loyal to him. Even if we slaughter the whole lot of them, they won't pipe a word."

Davis' wise words dawned on Caleb. "You're right, I completely forgot that he is indeed a Defiant Master. It seems that it's not an easy feat to track him down."

"I've got just the solution for this, sir. Here!" Davis quickly whipped out a piece of paper.

"Memory Searching Rune?" Caleb read out with uncertainty.

"That's right. Sir, you have a good eye. These are the runes I collected many years ago. I have a dozen of them. Once I use this rune, we will be able to search this man's memory to get the information we need."

"Great. How long will it take?" Caleb asked.

"I don't have much Spirit Power left, so I'll need to scour his memory slowly. I estimate it'll take me at least half a month to a month even," said Davis.

"That's a long time. But as long as I know where he's gone, I can catch up to him even if he's had half a year's lead, let alone a mere half a month. You may begin the search."

"As you wish."

In a farther location, Darren and his followers still trudging along. "Sir, there is a swamp ahead. We must be careful," Wilson reminded.

"We can just fly past it," chimed in Lindsay.

"No, we can't. Princess Lindsay, that swamp isn't that big, but all living creatures are strictly prohibited from flying over it," said Wilson in a stern voice.

"Why not?"

"Simply because the owner of the swamp did not allow anyone to do so. Any passers-by must first pay their respects to the owner, and walk through the swamp on foot."

"Humph! Who is this person? What makes him think that everyone who passes through should pay their respects?" With a cold snort, Lindsay added, "What if a warrior at the Celestial God Realm wants to fly past it, would he still dare to ask him to walk through the swamp?"

"Princess Lindsay, even the warriors at the Celestial God Realm usually have to give the owner prior notice before they can pass through his swamp," said Wilson, with a chuckle.

"Really?"