Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 28

As everyone’s emotions ran high.

Suddenly.

A person walked out from behind the officer.

—It was a slender, pointy-eared woman with a veil over her face.

She walked straight to Shen Ye, grabbed his arm, and whispered:

“Where did you get this?”

Everyone looked at Shen Ye’s wrist, only to see several bracelets woven from colorful wild grasses wrapped around his hand.

“Huh? This is an elf’s item.” The officer also said subconsciously.

Shen Ye paused.

Should I tell them?

How much should I say?

No, there’s no time to think carefully.

First, get through this immediate situation.

Besides, since he exposed the undead’s plot, no matter what, the elves should owe him a favor, not try to deal with him.

“Lani gave it to me,” Shen Ye said.

“Lani.” The elf repeated, pointing at the bracelet, and softly recited a few incantations.

A faint light emanated from the bracelet.

A young girl’s voice sounded from the bracelet:

“Excuse me, who is summoning me with elven magic?”

The elf immediately asked, “Lani, I am Yudria, the Royal Archmage. Why is your bracelet on a human boy?”

“Ah, you met him?” The girl let out a surprised cry of joy.

The solemn aura around Yudria immediately dissipated quite a bit.

She looked at Shen Ye, her eyes no longer sharp, but rather a little strange.

Shen Ye was a bit bewildered.

The atmosphere—

The passionate atmosphere he had worked so hard to create seemed to have changed.

“Lani, I don’t mean to pry into your privacy, but I just want to know what this human boy has done. This is very important,” Yudria continued.

“Let him say something for me to hear,” Lani said.

“Hi, Lani, that magic trick was pretty good, wasn’t it?” Shen Ye had no choice but to speak.

“It’s really you! When will you come to our village again as a guest?” Lani said excitedly.

“Lani… answer my question,” Yudria said.

“Him? The High Priest was already planning to eliminate those undead, but he exposed the undead’s plot first, forcing the High Priest to owe him a favor—the High Priest has been looking for him,” Lani said.

“Is that so… you can’t lie to me,” Yudria said.

“You can go ask the High Priest. How could such a thing be faked? Everyone in our village knows about it,” Lani said.

“Alright, I’ll contact you later,” Yudria said.

The magic disconnected.

Yudria’s gaze softened, she released Shen Ye’s hand, turned to the officer, and said:

“He is so young, agile, survived a great disaster, and has a good relationship with our elven race. I suggest sending him to the Imperial Capital to study.”

The officer seemed to be in a good mood and laughed, “Good idea, it’s rare to find a human youth you value so much. It’s settled then.”

He then instructed his subordinates:

“Give him an identity document, arrange a place for him to rest for a few days, and then take him back to the Imperial Capital.”

“The record keeper, record this matter and convey it to the Imperial Military Academy.”

“Yes.” A trusted aide took out a quill and quickly wrote something in a notebook.

The officer patted Shen Ye’s shoulder again, smiling, and said:

“What’s your name?”

Shen Ye scratched his head and said with difficulty, “I can’t recall it for a moment.”

—The name Shen Ye seemed quite out of place in this world, and he didn’t know the customs, nomenclature characteristics, etc., of Rhine County.

“Can’t recall it?” The officer looked at the physician.

The physician bowed and said, “When he was found, he was hit by a stone hammer from an undead giant and was crushed underneath. His sternum was broken—it should be amnesia caused by a concussion.”

Everyone looked at Shen Ye again.

Undead giant.

Tsk, that kind of siege-level undead creature.

He survived even that; he’s truly lucky.

“Treat him well, the cost is on me. Take him back to the Imperial Capital in a few days,” the officer finally instructed.

“Yes!” The medics said in unison.

Shen Ye stammered, “Forgive my presumption, you are—”

“He is His Royal Highness Prince Norton of the Empire,” the white-haired wizard said from the side.

Prince?

Completely unaware of what that implied, Shen Ye could only try to widen his eyes, feigning an expression of disbelief.

—This way, he wouldn’t make a mistake.

The officer smiled, patted his shoulder, and said, “We will meet again.”

After speaking, he led everyone away from here.

Only Shen Ye remained, still wide-eyed, watching their retreating backs.

Bah.

Why am I looking at their backs?

I’m not their son.

Shen Ye suddenly reacted and quickly turned his head.

It wasn’t until the group of people had disappeared from sight that the Big Skeleton spoke up:

“Prince Norton is the eldest son of the royal family and the future heir to the throne.”

Only then did Shen Ye understand the other’s importance.

“Why would such a person come here?” he asked curiously.

“In this battle, the undead’s offensive was repelled by the human and elven allied forces led by him. Why do you think he’s here?”

“So young,” Shen Ye sighed, sounding somewhat surprised.

“You’re the one who’s young,” the Big Skeleton said.

Shen Ye lay resting on the stretcher.

Suddenly.

A faint light appeared on his retina, forming small text:

“You have gained some renown.”

“You have a certain probability of obtaining a self-created title:”

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“The Boy Who Defied Death.”

“Please continue to expand your reputation.”

Shen Ye was greatly alarmed. He quickly asked for a mirror and shone it on his forehead for a while.

“What are you doing?” the Big Skeleton asked.

“I’m checking if I have a lightning-shaped scar on my forehead,” Shen Ye said, staring at the mirror.

“Scar?” The Big Skeleton was puzzled.

Just then, a physician came over to check on him, asked if he was still uncomfortable anywhere, and used magic to treat him.

He was actually already fine.

But since they insisted on treatment, and he found it hard to refuse, Shen Ye didn’t stop them.

This seemed to be the beginning, as physicians kept coming.

Half an hour later.

Shen Ye’s hemorrhoids, which would have appeared twenty years later, were all treated.

He started to feel a bit overwhelmed.

—This isn’t going to work; am I supposed to lie here all day?

What about the main world?

He got up and left the emergency area, walking towards other parts of the military camp.

Along the way, many soldiers looked at him, smiling and nodding in greeting.

It seemed his reputation had grown a little.

But he didn’t want to be “The Boy Who Defied Death”!

Shen Ye resisted in his heart while wandering around.

He suddenly saw a tent.

On the banner in front of the tent, three short swords were painted.

“The Brotherhood sets up intelligence transfer points wherever the army is encamped. If you see a tent with three upright short swords, you can come to turn in your mission.”

—The Shadow Hand’s tent!

He could go in, turn in his mission, and claim his reward!

Shen Ye was about to step forward, but a wave of hesitation suddenly swept over him.

He was already famous now.

If he were to pull out his “Nightfall” dagger now, revealing his assassin identity, and claim his reward—

Leaving everything else aside.

At the very least, the assassins of the Shadow Hand would know his background.

—What? That “Boy Who Defied Death” was an assassin all along!

Damn it!

He just wanted to gain some skills from the nightmare world; he didn’t want to draw too much attention.

“Are you afraid?” the Big Skeleton asked.

“No,” Shen Ye said.

“Oh, I misunderstood you. After all, you’re not from the nightmare world, so there’s nothing to be afraid of,” the Big Skeleton said.

Shen Ye was startled.

That’s right, I’m not from the nightmare world!

What am I afraid of?

If it comes to that, I can always come back with a different identity!

With this thought, Shen Ye straightened his shoulders and walked into the tent.

“Hello.”

Inside the tent, a seemingly unremarkable man was squatting on the ground, skinning a bear.

He turned and looked at Shen Ye, his gaze falling on the short sword at Shen Ye’s waist, then he stared at Shen Ye, not saying a word.

Why isn’t he speaking?

Shen Ye thought for a moment, bent his middle and ring fingers, extended his other three fingers, and made an “I love you” gesture.

“May the shadows always protect us,” he said.

The man nodded, also made an “I love you” gesture, and finally spoke:

“Brother, do you have any news?”

“This.”

Shen Ye threw over the crystal:

“I got it from the soulfire cannon at the undead position. I’m sure you’ve noticed, their artillery fire is stronger than ever in this battle.”

The man took the crystal, examined it carefully, and nodded:

“Very good, this thing indeed has value—what do you want in exchange?”

“What do you have?” Shen Ye asked with interest.

“I have plenty of things here, I guarantee you’ll be amazed,” the man said with a smile.

On the other side.

Norton arrived at the largest tent in the military camp.

“That young man just now was quite interesting.”

The white-haired wizard said.

“Your Excellency, what did you see?” a great knight asked.

“He carries a high-level item from the Shadow Hand. Tsk, to reach this stage at such a young age is truly remarkable,” the white-haired wizard said.

“You mean that short sword, right?” Yudria, the Royal Archmage, said.

“Exactly, I saw it too. That’s ‘Nightfall,’ something only high-ranking assassins possess,” a master archer said.

Norton was a little surprised and chuckled, “I didn’t expect to discover such a talented individual just by walking around. It’s truly a stroke of luck.”

He pondered for a moment and said, “On my behalf, apply for a Medal of Valor for him.”

“Yes.” The scribe behind him quickly recorded it.