Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1290 - 25: But I Don’t Have a Father Anymore
Capítulo 1290: Chapter 25: But I Don’t Have a Father Anymore
What is… that sound?
Mu Fan pushed off with both hands, leaping high like a monkey.
With a thud, a wave of dust puffed up.
Mu Fan landed atop the cliff with one hand on the ground.
Instantly, a landscape of craters large and small filled his vision. Some craters were surrounded by burnt blackness, while others resembled the cave dwellings of humans.
Standing densely atop the cliff were furnaces for smelting iron, their fiery red coals giving the land a unique industrial atmosphere.
But that’s not the focus…
The focus was, those dozens of short figures with bronze-colored skin, three hundred meters in front of Mu Fan, all turned back at once.
Their gazes intersected in that moment.
The previously heard faint lamentation vanished.
Dozens of eyes, as wide as brass bells, stared aggressively.
“An outsider!?”
Their eyes revealed fear, which turned to hostility a moment later!
Without exception, a fierce glint shone in all their eyes.
The crowd parted, revealing to Mu Fan a body around which they were gathered…
A short figure lay quietly on the ground, draped in a half-smooth, white metallic film, with several torches around, seemingly performing a grand ritual for the dead.
With dozens of unfriendly stares fixed on him, hairs on Mu Fan’s back stood involuntarily.
These people, their aura seemed more substantial compared to Saran’s.
There was no hint of friendliness.
“Outsiders do nothing but evil, kill him!” 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
“Capture him alive, we need to know how he appeared here.”
“Quick, report to the Divine Envoy Lord.”
Discussion erupted among the crowd.
The originally unarmed dozens of people somehow drew out various weapons.
Swords, hammers, shields…
These people began to advance towards Mu Fan, slowly forming an encircling circle.
Mu Fan’s left hand slowly moved behind him, about to grip the Curved Light Scythe Blade the next second.
“Don’t attack, he is a good man!”
Just as the distance was closing, a figure suddenly leaped from behind Mu Fan, landing heavily.
The slightly panting Saran smashed a heavy piece of iron ore into the ground, hurriedly speaking to her clan members, even stepping directly in front of Mu Fan.
“Saran, why are you there?! Come over quickly.”
“Be careful, he’s from the outside world.”
The previously hostile Iron Clan members immediately stopped upon seeing Saran’s actions, anxiety flashing across their faces.
The man in front, with bristling steel-like beard, had a trace of grief in his gaze, but still spoke with authority: “Saran, step aside first.”
“Mu Fan doesn’t eat people, we met him long ago, he came to see the Divine Envoy Lord!”
Huh?
Hearing Saran’s assurance, these clanspeople were taken aback.
They continuously scrutinized Mu Fan with complex eyes.
“You’re not one of those flesh-eating outsiders?” asked the man who appeared to be the leader.
“I have no such interest,” Mu Fan responded with disgust, at that moment utterly loathing the question.
“Saran is inexperienced with the world, we can’t completely trust you. We won’t harm you, but you must leave now! This is the Iron Clan’s sacred ground. If you take one step further, don’t blame us for being rude.”
A group of “dwarves” simultaneously raised various weapons in their hands, though simple, they exuded a certain fierce aura.
“I’m here to see your Divine Envoy, Saran said to pass through here to reach there.”
“Saran?” The leader looked at Saran with mild displeasure, and she immediately avoided his gaze.
However, the man who seemed to be the leader thought of something, and his gaze softened considerably, tinged with remorse.
Saran was unaware, only seeing her clan members’ particularly strong opposition, feeling exceptionally guilty—first, for not notifying her clan in advance, and second, for bringing Mu Fan here to face such a situation.
“That’s right, I said it, Uncle Leff. If he can come here, he must know how to leave. Isn’t that what the Divine Envoy Lord has been looking for?”
Hearing these words, Mu Fan could clearly feel the hostility from the group diminish rapidly.
“Very well, you two come over first. He may proceed, but under our supervision.”
Finally, these people put away their weapons.
The leader named Leff gave Saran a compassionate look and waved her over, “Little Saran, come here, there’s something to discuss with you.”
A somewhat bewildered Saran nodded, giving Mu Fan a reassuring look before walking forward.
Now, her thick nerves seemed to notice the body surrounded by torches.
A look of confusion and sadness crossed her face, “Which of our clansmen has passed away?”
Leff forcefully drove his Heavy Sword into the ground; Mu Fan’s pupils constricted, seeing the blade pierce the hard ground effortlessly.
Yet the man’s face showed no sign of strain, as if it was a mundane action.
Leff’s voice carried a note of sorrow:
“It is…your father.”
All the members of the Iron Clan lowered their heads.
Mu Fan saw Saran’s once strong body stagger and then stop.
She looked at her people in bewilderment, “How could it be Father? Could it be a mistake? Father…he’s very strong, he never gets sick…”
“This…oh, Kobam, you tell little Saran, you two are closest.” Leff pointed directly to a man with a scarred face.
Kobam moved his lips, eyes filled with discomfort.
“The old mate hadn’t submitted enough iron ore for a week straight; the Divine Envoy Lord came for an inspection, and the old mate, not only absent from work, was also caring for your mother. When we called, he didn’t come, and so the Divine Envoy Lord got angry…”
Saran’s black-red face was now full of disbelief, her rough voice trembled terrifyingly.
“Then the Divine Envoy Lord killed my father?”
“…Oh.”
The bearded Kobam turned his head aside, unable to face Saran’s sorrowful face.
Saran felt her mind whirling, those knees, once as sturdy as steel, gave way, sinking to the ground.
Facing the sky, her vacant eyes reflected endless sorrow.
She was silent for a few seconds…
Then tears accompanied by an anguished, unwilling cry flowed out…
She wept heart-wrenchingly.
She suddenly cast her gaze towards, intending to rush up, but as soon as she rose, her knees buckled.
This strong girl now crawled towards the torches, stumbling and rolling.
“Saran brought the ore, Father wake up, wake up!”
“Divine Envoy Lord, Saran brought the ore…why did you kill him…why! Sob…”
The Iron Clan members didn’t stop Saran.
They let the girl crawl, weeping, to her father’s body.
“Uncle Leff, Saran brought the ore.”
“But now I don’t have a father.”
“Sob…”
In the silent crowd, that strong girl was now truly desolate.
Mu Fan silently watched the helpless, grieving figure, his eyes cold.
