Chapter 203 Chapter 203: Fertile Soil
Chapter 203: Fertile Soil
"I have no standing to judge your racial issues..."
Kevin's hand brushed past a light, floating feather, its tip gently touching Skadi's forehead.
"But on the most basic sensory level, you are not the same as them."
Her mind was burning. The warmth at the center of her brow was incinerating the excess, Seaborne pheromones within her head!
Skadi couldn't feel the scorching heat; she only felt warmth. The flames meticulously purged the filth from her thoughts, as if she had returned to her mother's embrace.
The power of Fenghuang Down delved deeper. She felt herself about to float away.
Skadi closed her eyes. A heavy drowsiness washed over her. Her body went limp, and she was about to fall to the ground.
Kevin reacted swiftly, grabbing her by the collar.
Shhhhk!
A long halberd pierced through the First Speaker's chest. It was Gladiia, who had already extricated herself from the tide of Seaborn. The surrounding Seaborn, including those still crawling out from the sea caves, had been crushed into pulp by the Star of Eden.
This freed up both Hunters.
"Prey should obediently roll back into the fishing net, struggling and wailing there."
Gladiia's gaze was terrifyingly cold. She twisted the long shaft of her halberd, the trident-like spearhead churning the First Speaker's internal organs into mush.
"Gl... We are..."
The Second Captain had no desire to listen further. She pulled out the halberd, bringing forth a gush of blood, and swung horizontally.
A single halberd strike decapitated it!
The high-flying head looked incredibly bloody.
"What happened to her?"
"Seaborne pheromones can draw out the components belonging to 'Him' that have integrated into her bloodline."
This was precisely why Kevin allowed the First Speaker to approach Skadi.
He tossed the little orca, who was sleeping soundly, back to Specter.
"Him?"
Catching the dead-weight little orca steadily, Specter asked in confusion.
"Although the medical approach is unexpected, his statement contains no error."
A calm female voice came from the steps below the mountain. It was Kal'tsit. Floating behind her was a pitch-black "creature" – M3!
M3 opened its mouth slightly and emitted a few friendly, somewhat reserved low growls towards Kevin.
"I thought I would find a mess waiting for me to clean up... Thank you."
Kal'tsit didn't believe she had a relationship with this man that transcended work matters, unlike the Doctor.
Yet he had handled the entire situation perfectly.
Whether it was the aberrant Seaborn, the lurking Deep Sea Cult, or even that towering, sky-scraping tidal wave – all were perfectly resolved.
And... there was also the soil...
Traces of black soil still remained under Kal'tsit's pristine fingernails.
She had originally prepared herself to bear the responsibility of imprisonment on behalf of the Abyssal Hunters, as Iberian law could not be violated.
However, after this soil appeared... regardless of any subsequent gifts, that Saint would likely be extremely enthusiastic about inviting them back.
Yes, as guests, not as criminals.
"You're welcome."
Kevin held no grudge against Kal'tsit and naturally wouldn't attack her with words without reason.
Or rather, after gradually accepting Kevin's existence as an "anomaly," Kal'tsit could now communicate with him calmly.
Behind Kal'tsit were FrostNova and Outcast. As the situation wasn't too severe, she had first rendezvoused with Rhodes Island operators.
"Rest assured, her condition is good. So good it's... unbelievable."
Her emerald eyes swept over Skadi sleeping in Specter's arms. Meeting Gladiia's gaze, she spoke.
For her to utter the words "unbelievable," under heaven, only Kevin could achieve that.
"Trust a doctor's judgment, and trust... him."
Kal'tsit looked at Kevin; her meaning couldn't be clearer.
Gladiia was now completely unable to discern Kevin's identity.
Without knowing his identity, there was no way to determine what he needed. Gladiia understood there were no free lunches falling from the sky like seaweed cakes.
"We all have things we cannot do. Even the Doctor is no exception. Specter, including your infection, and even..."
...Skadi's symptoms.
Kal'tsit habitually checked her body. There was no mistake; that feather indeed possessed considerable destructive power against consciousness.
She had originally thought there was no solution to her dark fate. But now, it felt like a few more "fishing" trips might be enough?
"Dr. Kal'tsit, we need an explanation."
Dario stood beside Irene; the two supported each other as they arrived at this church on the mountain.
"Your Honor Grand Inquisitor, I know your intentions. But before that, please look at the ground beneath your feet."
"The ground?"
Irene and Dario were both stunned for a moment. The Grand Inquisitor crouched down.
His rough gloves brushed aside the gravel and debris on the soil surface. Dario used his left hand holding his sword to dig open a small hole.
Buried beneath the surface layer of gravel was a distinctly black layer.
Black?!
His movements quickened. He dug deeper vertically and expanded horizontally.
But without exception, beneath the surface soil lay nutrient-rich black earth. Probably nowhere in all of Iberia could one find soil of higher quality than this.
"How can this be?!"
Irene covered her mouth, her eyes trembling with shock as she looked at this scene.
Dario said nothing. He silently chose another spot, dug an opening, and excavated.
Black! Black! Still black!
Such land lay buried beneath that layer of barren gravel. With just a gentle dig, one could turn up this precious soil that no crop could refuse.
The usually dull color now appeared so vibrant in the Grand Inquisitor's eyes, even surpassing the rising sun over the sea horizon.
At this moment, whether Rhodes Island operators had violated Iberian law was no longer important.
He finally understood the deeper meaning behind Kevin asking him to bring seeds for the people of Saltwind City.
Poor Dario had thought it was just a useless act of kindness from this individual. He never imagined the truth was this.
If even the mountaintop was like this, then—
The Grand Inquisitor looked back. Saltwind City below remained dilapidated, but his gaze pierced through its shabby appearance, catching a glimpse of the city's bright future.
"I need to report to Mr. Carmen."
His voice was somewhat hoarse. An entire city's populace had been dragged out from an abyss of despair.
They wouldn't even need excessive assistance from the Inquisition. Just a dozen or so bags of seeds and some food would allow Saltwind City, with its dark clouds dispersed, to erupt with astonishing life potential.
Merit cannot offset wrongdoing, merit cannot offset wrongdoing... When merit is sufficiently great, can it truly not offset wrongdoing?
Especially when the other party hadn't committed any substantive wrongdoing.
"Merely as an Inquisitor, I thank you for everything you have done, Lord Kevin."
Dario removed his hat and bowed deeply.
He had no right to represent Saltwind City; no one from the Inquisition was worthy.
He could only represent himself.
Irene also proactively performed the same gesture of respect as her teacher. When she looked at Kevin, her eyes seemed to shine with light.
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