Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2230  Take It Or Leave It

Date- 21 April 2321 n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Time- 03:03

Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, Dungeon Highway

The Field Marshal loving Wyatt as her grandchild whom she would protect at the cost of life, rather than respecting him as her commander whom she should follow without question, was giving Wyatt a huge headache. He didn't have the heart to tell the Field Marshal to stop what she was doing, especially not in front of Henricks. But he also wanted the old obedient and disciplined Field Marshal Heatsend back. Unable to think of a proper solution, his brows grew narrower.

Seeing his frown intensify, Henricks and Field Marshal Heatsend grew tense. They had no idea why it was taking so long for him to make up his mind. They had seen him make more dire decisions than this in an instant. He gave them the impression of a person who made a decision then made sure it was the right one instead of wasting time worrying about making the right decision. But the Wyatt in front of them now appeared contrary to their previous impression of him.

"Fuck it. I'll deal with you later," Wyatt said, glaring at the Field Marshal. Then, turning to Henricks, he ordered, "Stop watching my face. Wipe that stupid expression off your face and commence the inter-realm teleportation. Why are you guys having this silly discussion? Didn't I already dare you to test me? Do your worst!"

Listening to Wyatt, both the Field Marshal and Henricks thought in unison that this was the Wyatt they knew. However, both were depressed, one more than the other. After all, his words did imply that he was dissatisfied with both of them.

The Field Marshal was depressed that her young liege had ultimately decided to trust Henricks. Adding to her depression were his words, 'I'll deal with you later.' She had no idea what mistake she had committed to garner such dissatisfaction from her young liege.

As for Henricks, he didn't like the fact that Wyatt kept openly challenging and disrespecting him on every turn he got. If not for his circumstances tying his hands, he would have truly shown Wyatt the worst he could do, proving to him once and for all that he was not one to be underestimated by the likes of a mere card grandmaster. After all, those that believed themselves to be the gods of this world have died at his hands.

"Alright, huddle up. Remember not to resist my intent sense," Henricks reminded them before enveloping Wyatt and Field Marshal Heatsend in his intent sense in preparation to teleport to the 'Lil Red Storm' realm.

Before Henricks's intent sense could cover them, the Field Marshal grabbed Wyatt in her embrace and covered both of them within a thin filament of her intent sense, preventing Henricks from using his intent sense to intrude on their privacy and ensuring it wouldn't affect his inter-realm teleportation skill.

Meanwhile, Wyatt, who had accidentally felt up the Field Marshal's bosom while she thrust him into her embrace, froze. He kept reminding himself that she thought of him as her grandson and he should not have impure thoughts that would tarnish her maternal love for him. However, the Field Marshal's sweet body scent was making it hard for Wyatt to keep his thoughts from wandering to the impure corners of his mind.

"Brace yourselves. Ready or not, here we go," Henricks announced as he activated his origin card's inter-realm teleportation skill. Soon, their figures instantly vanished from the Card world as if they were never there.

In the time it took for Wyatt to blink, he saw the scenery before him morph from a silent forest under the tranquil early morning sky to a barren red land under two harsh sun riddled with strong wind currents that threatened to rip the sensitive space of the young realm.

Wyatt was mesmerized soaking in the unique sight of the planet 'Lit Red Strom,' but he was awakened from his thoughts by Henricks's abrupt loud yell, "Princess! I held up my end of the bargain. Wyatt, this is not what you promised. Ask her to let me go!"

It turns out that while Wyatt was busy analyzing his new surroundings, the Field Marshal had immediately deployed her pseudo-celestial space rule domain to imprison Henricks, preventing him from leaving without any warning. It seems this was her plan ever since Wyatt decided against her reasons and stuck with his decision to use Henricks' help, ignoring all the obvious warning signs.

It wasn't that Wyatt was slipping; the reason he ignored Henricks was because he didn't see him as a threat for now. It's not that he trusted Henricks, but he trusted his helpless circumstances. Therefore, he didn't feel the need to be on guard against Henricks. Instead, it was Henricks who had to do everything in his power to please Wyatt to ensure his organization's survival if the Southern Princess were to turn on them.

"Shut up!" the Field Marshal suddenly thundered, causing the surrounding space to rip, showing just how sensitive and fragile the space of this young realm was. Seeing Henricks finally calm down and go silent, she used the opportunity to explain her actions to him. "Our deal is that you will take us to a realm that fits Wyatt's requirements. Once he agrees that this realm is satisfactory to him, I will let you go. Now, nod if you understand."

Henricks nodded like a little boy who had made a mistake. Then, he waited for Wyatt to give him his nod. Though he hated his current situation, Henricks knew the Field Marshal was right. However, he added, "As I said before, this is the only realm I know that satisfies all of Wyatt's requirements. Though the other realms I know of don't have sentient life forms, they are still inhabited by other lower life forms. So this is it. Take it or leave it."

Henricks was speaking the truth. He only knew of one barren realm with no life forms because he didn't dare to use his origin card to explore the realms surrounding the Card world but only used it to explore the realms connected to it by dungeon gates which were always infested by monsters and other lower life forms.