Chapter 2546

"Past and future?" Nash did not show much surprise. After all, this was all too abstract for him. He could not grasp it entirely.

However, for Clint, these were things that could be embodied. He could feel it, and he knew what to say, but his heart was denying it all.

At this time, Nash interjected, "Let's go out for a walk."

"Where are we going?"

"A walk."

...

Whistler was sweeping the floor in the inner courtyard. He had multiple thoughts running through his mind.

'Those guys... Who are they? Enemies of Hydra Hill? That's impossible. Hydra Hill has a good reputation outside, so what the hell...'

"Hello, Mr. Whistler," Nash greeted.

Whistler noticed that it was Nash and Clint, so he raised his hands and replied respectfully, "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"It was all right. By the way, Whistler, what were you muttering to yourself just now?"

Whistler immediately informed the two of them what he had done yesterday. After all, this was not something that could be kept a secret from them. While it might be hard to disclose this to the other disciples, Nash and Clint could definitely be trusted.

What made Nash and Clint trustworthy?

Firstly, the perpetrator liked to be active at night. Although his methods were brilliant, he was definitely not unshakable.

Secondly, Nash and Clint had good relations with Linden. Moreover, Whistler could also tell that they were definitely not vicious people, so he could trust them.

At this time, Nash looked at Clint and said, "Clint, what do you think about the identity of the perpetrator?"

Clint shook his head and said, "Regardless of the opponent's strength, I can't influence his spells, but I remember a story from Whistler's description."

"What is it?"

"A story that led to the demise of a dynasty... People in ancient times were most particular about opportunities. For major events that changed the course of history, they liked to use some kind of omen to rationalize the events.

"From what Whistler said, the ability to be aware but unable to see or touch reminds me of a sect..."

"What sect?" the two asked in unison.

Clint explained, "A Path master with the last name Casimir carried the so-called will of heaven to rain down thunderbolts on a dynasty. Although he failed in the end, the dynasty also began to fall into pieces. Since then, there have been three events that marked troubled times.

"The world fell apart for a hundred years. It was not until a descendant of a necromancer took control of the country that all this ended."

"That sect..."

"The Thunder Peace Sect..."

"You mean the perpetrator used a spell from the Thunder Peace Sect, which is completely opposite to Hydra Hill?"

"I'm afraid that's the case."

Whistler asked at this time, "Why do you know this?"

"I heard it from my master," Clint explained nonchalantly. "More than ten years ago, a very vicious demon appeared. What she used was the Thunder Spell. My master was one of the people who joined forces to contain the evil.

"The reason why I know about this power is because this spell caused my master and the others to suffer greatly, so he taught me the method to crack it."

"What's the method?" Whistler asked excitedly.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you..."

Whistler looked happy after he was told of the solution.

Clint looked at this extremely pure child with a slight smile in his eyes.

"Whistler."

"Yes, Mr. Melton?"

"Can you tell me something about you?"

"About me?" Whistler frowned. This was the first time someone asked him this question. It was clear that he did not understand.

What did Clint mean by that?

Whistler thought for a moment, then shook his head and asked, "What do you mean by that?"