Chapter 298: Chapter 298: The Desperate Wandering Poet and the Great Catastrophe_l
Translator: 549690339
Hearing an unusual sound, Leo Ray signaled Taylor and Mason Banks beside him to make way through the bustling crowd.
Meanwhile, he looked through the gaps between people’s heads towards the direction of the sound.
He saw two young waiters with helpless expressions at the wooden door of a small tavern, pulling a bearded middle-aged man out together.
They were trying to drag him from the stone steps in front of the tavern to the busy street.
This action caused many passersby around to be surprised and watch curiously.
They all subconsciously made room and walked around.
This directly led to the already slightly crowded lively street becoming even more congested.
Looking closely, the shabby middle-aged man was wearing a set of hemp clothes covered in mud.
His messy hair was like a dirty mop that hadn’t touched water in a long time.
In his arms, he was holding a scratched and battered lute.
Moreover, it was clear to see.
Due to being dragged on the ground, his exposed skin had a lot of abrasions.
However, he seemed completely unaware and reached out to grab a broken wine bottle not far away that was already mostly empty.
“It’s Old Nick.”
At this moment, Kelsey slightly furrowed her brows and introduced to Leo Ray in a low voice, “Lord, this guy is actually a wandering poet in the city with Tier 2 Peak Level strength.
He usually sings in various taverns and occasionally takes on missions with mercenaries, until last winter, amidst the falling snow.
A team of elite mercenaries went on a mission and only he staggered back. He collapsed at the city gate in the snow and was saved by the city guards. Since then, he has been acting crazy.”
At this point, Kelsey helplessly shook her head and continued, “At that time, this matter was widely talked about and even caught the attention of the Viennas City Mercenary Guild.
After all, the mission location was relatively safe and within the team, there were two quite strong Tier 3 Powerhouses.
However, since the Mercenary Guild’s multiple investigations yielded no results, not even the bodies of the other mercenaries or traces of battle were found at the scene.
Moreover, Old Nick has been greatly shocked and can no longer communicate properly, so the matter was dropped.”
Up to now, no one knows what happened at that time, except for Old Nick, who has already gone mad.”
“So that’s what happened, it seems that there must be some unknown story behind all this.”
Leo Ray, watching the muddy middle-aged man not far away from them in the noisy crowd, nodded thoughtfully.
“Even if there is, we have no way to know now.”
Kelsey shrugged lightly, sighed, and continued, “After that, I took pity on him and helped him many times, even intending to find him a job.
However, because he spent his days in a stupor, and kept mumbling about some incomprehensible ‘Great Catastrophe,’ I finally gave up.”
“Great Catastrophe?”
Hearing this, Leo Ray’s expression turned grave, and he became instantly alert.
He had heard this ominous term twice before.
The first time was from Daisy Sasha of the Magic Tower, recounting the elder’s prophecy who was skilled in divination.
The second time was from Penelope Welbourn, recounting her Tier 2 Subordinate Aurora’s prophecy.
Regarding this matter, Leo Ray had specifically asked Penelope when he had visited her territory.
However, Penelope only had vague premonitions.
“From Daisy Sasha of the Magic Tower, Penelope Welbourn’s subordinate’s divination, to today’s Kelsey, I have heard this term three times.”
Thinking of this, Leo Ray shook his head as he gazed at the disheveled figure holding the lute in the distance, and fell into deep thought.
“Could it be…that what happened to him before is related to the upcoming Great Catastrophe? Or did he learn some clues about the Great Catastrophe during his ordeal?”
Realizing this, Leo Ray’s expression became even more serious.
He shifted his gaze to the happy faces of the people coming and going around him, pondering the situation.
Undoubtedly, his current understanding of the Great Catastrophe was still only on the surface.
He only knew that at some point in the future, a terrible disaster might sweep across the entire world.
As for when it would happen and in what form, he was clueless.
However, one thing was almost certain. If this so-called Great Catastrophe were to occur,
It would not only affect him, but also the billions of lords who arrived simultaneously.
Even the Human Clan, along with the countless other races inhabiting this continent, would face an unprecedented change or even a devastating disaster.
“Come to think of it, could the Blank Age three thousand years ago mentioned by Jasper Richardson in the Elf Ruins be related to the approaching Great Catastrophe?”
“And the actions of the mysterious organization, are they related to this as well? Even our arrivals as Otherworldly Lords, could they be foreshadowing something?”