Chapter 84: This is the truth I hold

The city of Ayr.

Situated at the edge of the city, a large and ancient castle was situated here.

The walls of the castle were covered in stains and seemed to have seen a lot of years.

There were soldiers patrolling the main entrance, and all over the castle, on guard.

But suddenly.

Pang!

After a strange sound.

One of the soldiers guarding the castle gates found a long piece of iron falling three metres in front of him!

The violent impact caused a large piece of dirt to be smashed away and the iron bounced up, almost hitting the soldier.

They looked up at the sky, but could see nothing but a blue sky with white clouds.

How could a lump of iron fall from the sky?

The soldiers were a little puzzled, but they slowly went forward and turned the iron over.

Afterwards, they were stunned to find that on the iron block, there were actually several lines of inscriptions carved into it.

"Those who offend the heavens will be punished by the heavens!

The first calamity will begin here!

Mortals! You! Are you ready for the embrace of death?"

"What is this?"

A soldier looked at the three lines in some confusion, his face full of doubt.

"Who knows! Don't think too much about it! You just take this iron and go and report the matter to the Viscount!"

Another soldier mentioned it, and the soldier who had spoken earlier went off with the iron block in his arms, bumbling away to the Lord Viscount.

No one noticed, or rather, they couldn't see it at all!

Tens of thousands of metres up in the air.

In the middle of the stratosphere.

Here the air, the water vapour, the dust is extremely thin.

In an area where no creatures would have existed at all, there was a huge dragon with black scales on its back, red scales on its belly and red eyes.

He flaps his wings slowly and stays still.

The harsh environment was nothing to a true dragon like him.

Even without air, he could extract the magic power his body needed to maintain itself from various microorganisms and gases.

At the moment he was silently gazing down, the pupils of his crimson eyes almost shrinking into a needle.

It was a needle that was red to the point of glowing compared to the rest of his eye, which allowed him to see some food on the ground at this extreme distance.

It felt the equivalent of an ordinary human, seeing from a couple of hundred metres away.

He watched the iron that had just been smashed down and carried back to the castle with a nasty grin.

"Truth is only within the range of cannons! And I hold the truth! But it's dozens of kilometres!

Gryphons! Prepare to be baptized with nine truths!

Hummmmmmm ... hahahahaha ..."

Rand couldn't help but laugh wildly at the end of his words.

It was a good half a second before he calmly opened his dragon mouth, and countless elements began to surge.

A crimson, bright yellow sphere of flame rapidly coalesced, expanded and contracted!

Finally, with a swoosh sound.

The ball of fire fell towards the bottom!

Swoosh!!!

The ball of fire kept falling towards the ground!

40,000 meters ...3 million meters ...2 million meters ...1 million meters ...

It was only until this moment that some of the city's lords saw it, but no one took it seriously.

Knowing that 5 km ...2 km ...1 km ...

The soldiers guarding the gates, and all over the castle, all noticed that something was wrong!

How did it get into the evening at once?

When they looked up, there was only one question in their minds?

A ball of fire, how had it fallen from the sky?

However, they still didn't take it seriously, it was just a fireball, even if it fell, what could they do?

The big deal was that they could just hide far away, wouldn't that be fine?

Meanwhile, a few minutes ago, inside the castle.

Inside a lavishly decorated room.

A middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes was sitting on a sofa, boringly flipping through a book, and not far away from him was a middle-aged woman dressed in the same fine clothes and covered in jewellery.

These two were no other than the Irish Viscount of Ayr, and his wife.

"Old thing! Accompany me to the opera house, the play [The Knight of Flowers] performed by Master Carlile will start soon."

The viscountess said casually.

"A play? What's so good about a play? You've seen [The Knight of Flowers] several times, what else is there to see? Aren't you tired of it?"

The Viscount of Ireland returned without looking up, looking a bit careless.

"Humph! You old thing! You had a lot of fun watching [Strictly Come Dancing] before! You went to every show! Tell me, how many times have you seen it?"

The Viscountess snorted coldly and instantly glared angrily at the Viscount.

This caused the Viscount to stiffen and his expression became a little unnatural as he slowly closed his book and said.

"Why do you people always hold on to trivial things? Now [Strictly Come Dancing] is going out of business because of you! Do you know how many gold tars I'm losing every month because of this?

Thirty or forty of them!

I keep telling you that I'm going to Arganoff's to bond with this big tax payer, but you just don't believe me!

Thirty or forty gintals! How many soldiers can I keep?"

The Viscount of Ireland muttered a little angrily.

"Bah! Old thing! You think I'm old and blind and out of my mind? You're the one who went to see those elfin bimbos dance! You're not even happy to see them in the opera house, but in private! Do you think you have any shame, old man?

What? Still not convinced? Try talking back to me again? I'll tell my father, Count Harrison, right now! Who do you think you owe your position as Viscount to?" The viscountess scolded angrily.

The Viscount of Ireland was about to retort, but there was a knock at the door.

"My Lord Viscount! The guards of the castle say they have something important to report!"

"Hmm? Let him in."

The Viscount of Ireland returned with a slight frown, and he, as well as his lady, shifted their gaze to the door.

The next moment, the door to the room was opened and they saw a soldier walk in carrying a rectangular, somewhat deformed piece of iron.

"What are you doing with this?" The Viscount of Ireland could not resist asking.

"My Lord Viscount! I was just standing guard at the gates of the city, but a strange thing happened, this lump of iron suddenly fell from the sky and smashed in front of me!

It had an inscription on it! I thought I'd bring it to show you."

"Inscribed?"

The Viscount of Ireland took a slight interest and walked over to the soldier and looked at the iron block.

"He who offends the heavens will be punished by the heavens!

The first calamity will begin here!

Mortals! You! Are you ready for the embrace of death?"

The Irish Viscount subconsciously read it out, unable to stop his brow from creasing into a figure of eight.

"This is a threat, isn't it? That's a threat, isn't it?" The Viscountess questioned with some annoyance upon hearing this.

"If you just read what it says, this is without a doubt intimidating us, but ... this is flat out, we haven't offended anyone!

How did such a thing fall from the sky?

I think it might be a prank by some spell caster!"

The Viscount of Ireland was quick to judge as well, shaking his head in disbelief and saying.

"Let him be! What good is such a frivolous prank if it doesn't disgust people? Soldiers! Stand down! Don't bother! Everything will be fine as usual!"

His words had just fallen.

Beep beep beep!!!

An ear-splitting magical alarm sounded at that moment!