CHAPTER 589 WHO IS GUILTY (PART ONE)

Resembling a puzzle with a missing piece, Darren's question baffled the law enforcer in golden armor

as well.

After searching the back of his mind for answers, he replied, "I don't know either, because nobody in

the whole Sacred Palace knows where the Upper Spiritual World is."

"Well... It's so strange," Darren murmured. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"You used to live in the Bottom Spiritual World, and the setup there was too limited. Unlike your old

world, there are many strange things and setups in this real Lothlann Continent. You can try to find

about the place and see for yourself later," the law enforcer suggested.

After that, the law enforcer shifted his gaze from Darren towards the far horizon. As his eyes narrowed

to a point across the vast land that stretched before them, he instructed Darren to speed up.

After flying for what seemed like an eternity, they finally arrived at a palace which was a hundred

thousand feet tall—unbelievably strange yet surreal.

In front of the palace, while he followed with his eyes the pinnacle of the towering palace, Darren felt

himself just much smaller than a tiny ant. It even reached to the point that he felt tiny as a grain of dust

—almost negligible and close to nothing.

Aside from the unique feature of the palace, the ancient glorious aura that was exuding from it filled

Darren with great respect and reverence towards the place.

"Hoo, no wonder it is called the Sacred Palace. It is way more magnificent than any other palaces I've

ever seen," Darren praised, with his mouth gaped open.

"Let's get inside now. We can talk about this after we meet Lord Donald," the law enforcer urged

Darren, breaking him out of his wondering and amazement.

Inside the palace, every piece of furniture seemed to be glimmering and glittering in grandeur. Runes

seemed to have maintained the tranquility of the place that even Darren's erratic breathing could be

heard.

"My Lord, Darren is coming," an old man said to a middle-aged man in a golden robe seated on the

pedestal throne at the center of the hall.

"I'm afraid I have to apologize to him later personally," said the middle-aged man. He was none other

than the famous Lord Donald.

"My Lord, I don't think it's appropriate for you to apologize to such a young man," reckoned the old

man. He was the same old man who had projected a rule power shadow in front of Darren before.

"I did misunderstand him. Why can't I apologize?" asked Donald in a casual tone. He was not blaming

the elder, but waited for him to give him a fair reason for not apologizing to Darren.

"You have such a high reputation as the top leader of the human race. What you need is authority. I'm

afraid it's not appropriate for you to apologize to a young man for such a small and inconsiderable

matter.

Besides, he is so arrogant that he hasn't seen much of the world. He will be much more arrogant if you

bow your head and apologize to him,"

the old man articulated soberly. It could be seen by the look on his face and the tone of his voice that

he was no fan of Darren's.

Actually, the hidden reason why the old man hated Darren that much was because he got scolded by

the middle-aged man the last time he worked as the Sacred Envoy. During that time, he felt so

humiliated and ridiculed that he had turned a lousy eye towards Darren.

"You are right. But last time, I ordered him to fight against our enemies at the risk of his life. It was such

a reckless action that I have made because I was too anxious. This was indeed my fault. How should I

explain it to him?" Donald agreed and asked the old man's opinion at once.

"My Lord, nobody should question your order. Even if there was a small flaw, any young man like him

shouldn't have to complain against you, right? Besides, the fundamental cause of the whole incident

was him! If he hadn't provoked Eddy, we wouldn't have undergone such a big crisis with the border

mutants.

If we go back to square one about the incident carefully, the young man's contribution is not enough to

remedy the wrong he did. I don't think we need to apologize to him. What's more, we should punish

him. Only with proper punishment can he avoid such misbehavior in the future," the old man said firmly

with a pile of seemingly good reasons.

"Oh, you did remind me that Darren made a big mistake. I almost forgot it," Donald said as his eyes lit

up.

"But we don't have to punish him. After all, he helped us get through this crisis," Donald added at once.

"My Lord, I don't think so. If we analyze the whole thing carefully, we humans wasted a vital method

that Hiram the Great left to us just because of him. And I know that you know, the witchers can

suppress the fiend's body parts for another five hundred years at most. By then, how can our human

race fight against the fiend before a holy emperor is born? In my opinion, we were forced to use the

weapon and skill that Hiram the Great had left for us. It was a great crime that Darren had committed!"

the old man said sternly, stressing out that Darren needed to be punished. Anyway, that was what he

wanted from the start.

Hearing the old man's stern tone, Donald slowly nodded his head and said, "You are right. I will scold

him for a while when he comes."

"What?"

The old man wanted to say something more, but Donald stopped him. His raised hand was enough for

the old man to understand that he was already fed up about the issue. Thus, he kept his silence and

didn't delve in deeper lest the punishment meant for Darren might end up as a punishment for him.

'Just scold him for a while?' the old man thought silently. It was apparent that he was not satisfied with

the lord's discretion, but he didn't dare to say anything more.