95 Demon Trick Part 2 (1/2)

Faerun’s body was covered entirely by black magic robes. He was deep in thought.

Whether it was Nailisi or Saleen, they would not lie to him. Their grades were too far from his and his detection magic would be inescapable.

The news Nailisi that had gathered was too shocking. The sacred Holy See had sent a large number of men into the Qin Empire over a decade ago, and before this there might have already been more spies sent to wait in ambush. The few batches of people could not have communicated with each other, and each batch had a special task assigned to them. This silver grand swordmaster that had been ambushed by Bain had been hiding in the Qin Empire for Viscountess Lex. The problem was that even before the viscountess had reached Bitter Water Prefecture back then, those two people had already been in Hadisai City.

Even if there had been Tanggulasi spies by the prince’s side, they would not have been able to receive the news so quickly. There were no teleportation portals between the two empires and there were only a few of these in the big cities of the Qin Empire. Each time they were used, it was recorded down. The intense magic vibrations could never have been kept a secret.

The two countries were separated by thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. Even if the Holy See had learned of the information immediately, they could not have sent someone in advance.

Was this a prophecy spell? However, this had been a prophecy ten years into the future. It was too absurd. Could a god have descended? However, gods could no longer exist in this dimension.

”Faerun, do not think about the affairs of the Holy See. Let father contemplate them. What should we do about Hadisai City?”

”Let’s avoid Hadisai city and continue on our way ahead.” For a moment, Faerun felt as though he could not clear his head. If they continued to entangle themselves with Hadisai City, their enemies would definitely have some other tricks up their sleeve. They might as well just leave it be. So long as the viscountess could reach Holy Rock City, decisions regarding the other affairs could be left to the king and prince.

And as for the framing of the viscountess? With the Ring of Shinra, even if the matter of the feudal estates were to fall through, the viscountess would still have capital. The one that they needed to be cautious of now was the Holy See. The spread of this incessant scheming was the most frightening thing of all.

Saleen wanted to say something and without caring about the looks from other people, he stared fiercely at Nailisi. Faerun’s choice made sense. Leaving Hadisai City behind would mean thwarting any plans the enemy had here. Nailisi was still thinking about the other Grade 8 professional who was surely filled with human essence.

If they stayed in Hadisai City to solve these problems, he would be able to benefit from the shadows. However, it was likely that at least one of the four black metal grand swordmasters would lose their life. Saleen could not allow Nailisi to do as she wanted. Demons were very skilled in confusing people.

Nailisi could feel Saleen’s anger and did not dare continue giving any more ideas.

Viscountess Lex thought for a while. She also knew that if they were to stay, there would definitely be more casualties. If Nailisi’s plan failed, the silver grand swordmaster could target her soldiers purely in a moment of anger, and that would spell trouble. Earl Mokolari? Since he had already decided to side with the lower house, she did not need to care about his survival.

Something that was complicated could be simplified by giving up.

”Alright, let’s continue on our way.” Viscountess Lex took a long look at Nailisi. Then, standing up, she left Faerun’s tent. She had realized the flaws of Nailisi’s plan. Even though there was a chance it could succeed, many lives would be lost.

The Bitter Water Army increased their speed and quickly made their way around Hadisai City, moving rapidly towards the east. If they had not been elites, an arduous journey like this would have exhausted the soldiers long ago and caused them to lose their will to fight.

At the gate of Hadisai City, a middle-aged person in a linen robe looked at the army that was moving further away with his alchemy telescope. He gave a cold laugh and turned to leave, holding a long sword in his hand. The gate of the city was dyed red with blood, and littered everywhere were the corpses of soldiers.

This middle-aged person lifted his hood and covered a part of his face. Jumping down from the city gate which was over ten meters tall, he travelled towards the residence of the city. His long sword was thin and was etched full of patterns. It was kept hidden in his robes. There were many people on the streets and as the man walked past them, the people around him involuntarily let him pass.

He did not exert any authority and only walked forward quickly. As he did so, an invisible road was formed among the crowd.

The city’s residence was large and mighty with over a dozen soldiers outside the door. The middle-aged man did not slow down, and as he walked towards them, the soldiers felt their vision blurring before they grew dizzy, losing their memory for a period of time. Only when the man had disappeared did they regain their senses. They looked at each other and started shouting in a panicked manner.

The man went past the front yard. Walking confidently past the main hall, he headed straight for the study room.

Walking in deeper, there were high-grade swordsmen clad in soft armor. Barely a flash appeared from the middle-aged man’s clothes, and he did not stop walking as he left a dozen soldiers in his wake.

”Stop!”

A loud noise resonated and a large heavy metal shield made its way towards him. This metal shield was taller than the average person by around twenty centimeters. A human’s head appeared from behind the shield. He had short hair that stood upright and a beard as messy as wild grass. He had a pair of rounded eyes that were difficult to focus on because of their movement. He was practically like a homeless drunkard.

A black light emerged from the heavy shield, clearly being the sword aura. If this were to land on anyone, it would hack even a heavily armored swordsman into a meat patty.

The middle-aged man lifted his brows. Withdrawing his left hand from his sleeve, he pressed it against the metal shield.

It was almost as if a giant beast had been stopped by a mountain. The metal shield let out a low clashing sound. The giant behind the shield nearly had his eyes shaken out of his skull as blood flowed from all his orifices.

The middle-aged man’s right hand grasped onto his thin sword as he gave off his own white light. The white light entered directly into the shield, almost as if it were entering a child’s toy puppet.

Boom!