Chapter 582 - v3c350p1 (1/2)
v3c350p1
The Abyss(9)
As the demons were fighting with the northern allies of Aouine and the armies of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, Jorgendy Ridge’s army quickly captured the entire harbor of Ampere Seale. The Coast Guards were thoroughly defeated by Brendel. However, the beings from down below were spared. With All for One’s guidance, they easily opened the gates and dispersed the remaining port guards. By nightfall, there was scarcely any resistance remaining in the port.
Amidst the pouring rain, a beautiful figure was slowly making its way up the hovering staircase of the city building.
Medusa Lysemeka wore a clean white linen gown, revealing bronze scaly skin underneath, her legs were far more slender than those of a human woman. She liked to wrap her bronze-speckled python tail around her shoulders, like a shawl.
She ascended the balcony at the top of the city building, separating the twittering eagle demons and saw the dying Viscount Benninger. She took his wrist and recited a byte, a faint black pattern emerged above the third joint of his left hand index finger. She brought it to her beautiful eyes and examined it for a moment before raising her head and asking, “Where did you find him?”
The Eagle Demons replied in a shrill voice and a language unique to the underground, “Nearby, ma’am.”
“Why didn’t the messenger wake up?”
“The messenger has been knocked unconscious, ma’am.”
“Humans are still so fragile.” Lysmeka was full of disdain. However, she didn’t dare to reveal this kind of emotion, as this person was an important figure from All for One; All for One was a follower of the Twilight Dragon and worked closely with demons. This was not someone that a lower cla.s.s like her could judge. She lowered her head and flicked out her forked tongue, creating a black mark on Viscount Benninger’s forehead. Then with a gentle stroke of her hand, she created a cover for him to protect him from the rain.
“Wait until Lord Broca arrives, you guys take good care of him. Our enemy this time is the dreaded Holy Cathedral of Fire, and the Lords need All for One to unearth that instrument for them. As long as we stand firm, ‘we’ shall obtain ma.s.sive pieces of land.” Lysmeka looked eager, her beautiful serpentine hair rising up in excitement.
She looked at the Arreck Mountain Ranges in the distance and saw the rolling shadows of the mountains shrouded beneath gloomy dark clouds, the color of lightning reflected in her beautiful eyes as if lighting a spark.
But not far from her, two women were discussing in earnest. “White Mist, we were right to leave Viscount Benninger there: now we caught the big fish. Turns out they were plotting some sort of conspiracy.”
Scheming was a certainty, or else All for One would not even be here. “So what, are you going to follow her?” White Mist glanced at her. “Of course.” Romaine nodded as if it was obvious
“With your inconsistent tracking skills, it won’t take more than a minute for us to be discovered and then you’ll be caught and killed, in which case I’ll have to die too.” White Mist coolly knowcked her down. Romaine couldn’t help but reveal a disgruntled face and raised her eyebrow, “Is it really that bad?”
“It’s worse than that.”
“Then we’ll just have to abandon the plan. White mist, white mist. What do we do next?” The merchant girl very liberally dismissed her long thought out plan as if it wasn’t even hers.
“Think for yourself.” White Mist replied lazily.
“I know, Brendel won’t be scared by the enemies in the plain sight, but hidden plots are much harder to guard against, it’s always written like that in those chivalric novels. Besides, Brendel looks dumb and gullible, we have to dig up what they’re digging for before them.” Romaine immediately came to a new conclusion.
“How do you plan to do it?” White Mist felt that using a chivalric novel as a model for action is the perfect example of what not to do. But since she was on the right trail of thought, she didn’t bother to pick on it. To be honest, if she could, she wouldn’t say anything. “Let’s go find that sneaky guy first,” Romaine replied confidently.
“Sneaky guy?”
“I just saw Duke Arreck. Didn’t viscount ‘what’s-his-name’ say they were members of the “what’s-its-name organization as well?”
“Say stuff like this earlier next time,” White Mist finally barely rolled her eyes, which was the first move she made today that could be called an expression.
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“Is that you? Babasha?” Brendel already recognized the wrinkle faced old woman as the old witch Babasha he blackmailed in Riedon Fortress.
“A witch? Brendel, who is she?” Princess Gryphine was the first to react. Because they once followed the Darkness Dragon, witches didn’t have a good reputation in the human world. As a result, most of them lived a reclusive life. With an aura of evil, mystery, and mischief, many of Vaunte’s bedtime stories used them as the typical anti-human.
Princess Gryphine, who grew up in this kind of culture, was naturally no exception. The fact that she only frowned already showed that she was well-mannered, though of course, also because they had stepped up to help them once. Count Audine also raised his eyebrows slightly, but as a mature n.o.bleman he was obviously much more composed and did not express his shock.
“It is I, my lord,” wearing a long black robe, an old woman that hid her wrinkled face beneath her witch hat bowed respectfully to Brendel, “You all need not worry, my lord has helped this old woman once in the past, and I made a vow before the Darkness Dragon that I will repay it. This is the day that I shall repay your kindness so please don’t be bothered my lord.” Babasha sized them up with her tiny eyes and replied.
This is clearly a lie. Helpedher, more like blackmailed her. But Brendel was more or less able to guess why she would help him, and soon a voice in his head confirmed this hypothesis.
“O my king, there is no need to be suspicious. We were always your faithful followers, and at this turning point of history, it is time for the witches of the Winter Kingdom to fulfill their promises.”
Just as he thought. When Babasha prophesied in Riedon Fortress that he would bring the return of the Darkness Dragon, he only felt that it was nonsense. However, the world is unpredictable; he really did become the heir to the Odin legacy though he only got a fraction of this legacy. In fact, it’s not really the Darkness Dragon, so heck knows how this old witch found him.
“Hmph!” Another voice grumbled. “Brendel, where did you get these filthy allies. Could it be that you really want to be the Darkness Dragon?” It was the Wind Empress.
Brendel was startled, he did not expect the Wind Empress to chime in at this time, she and Odin were archenemies, in other words, one of the great enemies of these witches. He hurriedly looked up and found that there were no strange expressions on Babasha’s face, and only then did he settle down. It seemed that Barbara’s voice was only a magical effect, she wasn’t able to peer into his mind.
“She came here herself, it wasn’t me.” Brendel couldn’t help but whine.