Book Three: Light and Darkness Chapter Fourteen: In the Shadows
When he saw Xiao Yi being taken out of the dungeon by the group of swordsmen, and when he was the only one left there suddenly empty, the corners of Clovis's eyes suddenly became wet.
This is weakness. It is definitely a symbol of weakness. If it were in the past, Clovis would definitely be furious because of his reaction. In his mind, he has always been the strongest, most perfect, and most successful incarnation, just like
In mythology, the gods who stand at the top of the world are equally majestic, looking down on all the people in the world like dumb dogs. Regardless of any enjoyment, warmth, smiles, or tears, in his view, they are signs of weakness and the characteristics of waste. He is not only
He rejects these and is extremely disgusted, just like a beautiful poet who can't stand rotting corpses, shit, and maggots writhing on them.
But now he felt it didn't matter anymore, and even felt a little happy. Except for the venting at the edge of madness in the prison, at least in his own memory, this was the first time he cried under normal circumstances.
More than a month ago, he was the captain of the famous Holy Knights, the disciple of the first swordsman in the empire, the first knight in the royal capital, the deputy of the most powerful Duke Mrak in the empire, and could even be said to be the heir. But suddenly
He is nothing. Even worse than the lowest untouchables. He is just a prisoner, not even a person, just a prop used to blackmail others.
He flew from the clouds of glorious fame, wealth and power to hell, and was kicked down as trash by the Duke, whom he looked up to as a god. He completely collapsed and almost went crazy. But here he faced
All he had was cold walls and steel fences, and Xiao Yi, who purely regarded him as a madman, and no one cared about him. So after countless futile venting and painful madness, he finally accepted the reality and sobered up.
The woman opposite, who was nominally his wife, was also held here as a hostage, but she was so calm and calm. She prepared carefully as if she were attending a rare celebration. Only then did he realize that he had always been so disgusted with her.
Her reason: In the face of her real strength, she was just a coward wrapped up in pretentiousness. In fact, she had always envied her and liked her, but she was afraid of being ashamed in front of her.
I am afraid that I will find out that I am worthless. That is why I hate her so much and avoid her.
Seeing her calmly walking towards the execution ground with a bit of expectation, Clovis felt sour. He didn't believe there were fools who would come even though they knew they were going to die, but he also knew that the Duke never did anything he wasn't sure of.
thing.
After she left for a long time, there was finally a commotion from above the dungeon. Clovis could tell from the shouts and running of the soldiers that the idiot who came to die had finally come. Did he come to die for love?
?What a hopeless idiot.
The commotion did not last long. After a while, the excited chatter of the Guards soldiers came from the vents. They talked about how evil and vicious the wanted criminal's necromancy magic was, how wise the Duke was, and how.
He flew up and cut down the two people who were trying to escape with one sword. Now the wanted criminal has been brought to the Duke's Palace for interrogation by the Duke himself.
Clovis knew what the Duke's interrogation meant, but it was just to squeeze out all the remaining use value of this dying man. To steal the execution ground for some bullshit love, even if there are thousands of people there, is it great?
? Isn’t it very vigorous? In the end, it’s not just that he is caught by the Duke, squeezes out the last bit of useful things, and then disposes of it like garbage.
Garbage. Clovis smiled bitterly. He could feel that he felt a little envious in his heart now. Foolish people take the initiative to die on their own, and before dying, they can show a little heroism for their stupidity in front of millions of people. But now he only has
Waiting to die in this dungeon.
An unpleasant sound of metal friction suddenly echoed in the dungeon. The door of the dungeon opened. Then there was another equally unpleasant sound of closing the door.
Clovis was a little surprised. The Duke should have no time to pay attention to him now. And now he is a felon with a special status. No one is allowed to contact him except the Duke himself. Only three people heard the footsteps. Unknowingly,
, the voices of the soldiers outside were completely silent. Only the sounds of these three footsteps echoed in the dungeon.
The footsteps of three people arrived in front of Clovis' cell. In the dim light of the fire, they could be seen as two priests in white robes and a leader of the Guards. They closed the door when they entered, and it was obvious that
I don’t want to take people out...
"Are you here to send me on my way?" Clovis asked calmly while sitting on the ground. Executing prisoners secretly is nothing new, especially for people like him who know too much. He already feels a little indifferent about death.
I don’t know if I am numb or if I have completely accepted the reality.
"Yes." A priest chuckled. His relaxed tone was a bit inconsistent with the strict and dark prison and the mission he came to perform.
Clovis smiled bitterly. It turned out that the Duke was too lazy to do it himself. He asked: "Can I ask one last question?"
"You can ask as many questions as you want." The pastor showed a sly smile.
"How is my father?"
"You should ask him this question yourself." The priest still had the strange expression, which looked like a deliberately grimace under the firelight. He took out a scroll and threw it to Clovis.
Clovis was startled. If what was thrown in was a magic that blew him to pieces or a bottle of poison, he would be mentally prepared, but it was a magic scroll. He picked up the scroll and saw a faint spell of magic from it.
The wave recognized that this was a teleportation scroll. The style of the scroll was also quite exquisite, with two small skulls engraved on both ends, emitting a slight fluorescent light and unique magic waves. Clovis frowned and asked: "This is
Teleportation scroll?"
"Of course."
Is it to teleport him to a place first and then kill him secretly? Or is this simply a poor quality scroll that teleports people to an inexplicable place to die... But this is more boring than taking off his pants and farting.
The Duke definitely couldn't have done it. Clovis guessed hard, but still didn't understand. He asked: "Where is this scroll sent to?"
"Of course it's Diya Valley." The pastor replied calmly.
"Diya Valley..." Clovis murmured and repeated, and then he immediately jumped up reflexively, his voice already trembling a little. "Are you from the Undead Guild?" Although at this point, they are dead enemies.
For him, there was nothing to be afraid of. But the shock of the three words Diyagu was far more than just death.
"Go quickly. Your father should be waiting for you there. He asked us to rescue you." Another priest answered.
"My father asked you to rescue me? He is waiting for me in the Diya Valley?" Clovis repeated these two phrases like a child who just learned to speak, trying to figure out the meaning behind it. What is the lie?
A trick? But what are you doing to lie to yourself, a dying person? Is it true? But what does father... have to do with the Necromancer Guild?
"That's right. Change your clothes with this man's." The necromancer dressed as a priest walked to the cage, murmured a few words in a low voice, and reached out to tap on the large stainless steel lock.
After a strange hissing sound, he stretched out his hand and twisted the lock to open it.
The lock is specially made to prevent the most dangerous criminals. Even an ogre cannot twist it open with strength. There is a slight smell of molten metal in the air. The appearance of the lock is not damaged at all, but the inside is definitely a mess.
To be able to control magic in such a small range to produce such a big effect, the first-class magician in the magic academy looks like a country bumpkin compared to the level of magic behind this magical effect.
The man dressed as a Guardsman walked into the cell. Only then did Clovis realize that the man's expression was dull and his movements were very stiff when he moved around, like a giant puppet with strings. Clovis followed the instructions of the Necromancer
At his command, he exchanged all his clothes with this person. While doing this, his usually flexible and clear mind felt confused and stiff, and he even wondered if he was having a dream.
I originally thought that I would no longer be surprised by any news I heard or any changes I encountered. But in the desperate situation where I thought I was going to die, I never thought that someone would come to save me. But the person who came to save me was not an angel.
It was the legendary messengers from hell. It was their father who asked them to come... All of this was beyond his original ability to understand, as if he had suddenly jumped into a made-up story.
As soon as the clothes were changed, a necromancer made a gesture. The Guardsman wearing Clovis's clothes suddenly bent down, lowered his head, and moved toward the prisoner as if imitating a cow.
He rushed forward violently against the rock wall of the room, and then his head shattered like an egg. A bit of brains and blood splashed onto Clovis' face.
"Go quickly. Haven't you had enough here?" the Necromancer urged Clovis.
Picking up the teleportation scroll, Clovis hesitated for a moment and pulled it open. The blue magic light illuminated the entire dungeon.
"I have to admit, that boy Inham has a very good mind. It seems that everything is as he expected. It really takes a lot of time to save this boy at this time." The necromancer looked at Clovis.
After leaving the empty cell, he murmured, "We can also wait for the good news in peace in this place."
"It's fun to play the thieves' tricks occasionally. It's just that wearing this thing too much is bad for your skin. The mithril mask is much more comfortable and elegant." Another necromancer stretched out his hand and pulled it off on his face.
A mask revealed that elegant and dignified face. It was Bishop Adela.
Another necromancer also took off his mask. He was a fat, white, well-maintained middle-aged man. He rubbed his face with his fair and delicate hands, sighed and said, "It's really quite good."
It’s interesting. I haven’t been this nervous for a long time. It reminds me of the adventure I had many years ago. This time Yinham is really right. If I change my previous strategy and take the risk here, there will really be a lot of surprises.
place."
"There are really many surprises." Bishop Adela smiled and nodded. "The first is to meet our safe and sound former acting guild leader, old Mr. Sandro. Inham is right, if he had not died
, then he will definitely be back at the execution site. And the best way to disguise himself is to pretend to be a priest. Although he wears a mask, magic will never deceive people. He is the only one in the whole square.
The priest did not use white magic, but the detoxification effect was the best. Haha."
"The biggest surprise is waiting for that kid." The middle-aged man smiled and nodded. "Inham is right, he is really here. Did you see it just now? That kid is using Sandru.
The technique of reanimating corpses is very good."
"It's a pity that the corpse poison was not used properly at all. I can feel that the toxin in the corpse seems to have taken a lot of magic power to create, right?"
"Haha, yes. But the toxin is simply too unartistic, wasting so much magic. It's like a poor chef who spent a lot of effort and countless precious materials, but only put together a big pot of useless offal.
That's all. Actually, more than half of the people were not poisoned to death. If it had been anyone in the guild, no one in the entire square would have been able to survive." The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed. "This kid seems to only be good at the art of living corpses.
His attainments are pretty good, maybe it’s because of the leaves of the World Tree.”
"But this kid's mind is still very useful. He almost saved people. It's a pity that he failed." Adela frowned and sighed full of regret, as if he had failed.
Same thing. "What a pity..."
"Yes. What a pity..." The middle-aged man also sighed. "It would have been better if they had persisted a little longer."
"You know what? If I hadn't been concerned about the presence of the respected Sandro, I would have gone over with lightning and turned that troublesome Duke into a roasted pig."
"Haha, in that case, those two people can leave the royal capital smoothly... We don't have to wait here any longer. We can kill those who follow and catch those who should be caught, and torture our lovely World Tree.
The whereabouts of the leaves. And I'm really curious, how many of our gargoyles can a wyvern deal with?"
"Don't worry. There will be opportunities to experiment slowly in the future. Now we are here quietly waiting for the news. The respected Sandro is actually getting involved with the leader of the Holy Knights. I believe what we are waiting for will be good.
News, haha...".
Not long after, the dungeon door was opened again. A man dressed as a priest walked in and closed the door.
"I seem to smell the good news, dear Mr. Nimbas." Adela said to him with a smile.
The necromancer known as Nimbas walked down a few steps, smiled bitterly, and said, "There is good news."
"Is there any bad news?" Adela was startled.
"Let me tell you what the good news is about first." Nimbas sighed. "The Duke took the boy to be interrogated alone, and then I saw our former acting president Sandro and the Holy Knights.
The commander was waiting at the gate of the Duke's Palace, and they evacuated all the Guards from the Duke's Palace. I knew there was going to be a good show."
"What kind of show is this?"
"It's a pity that I couldn't see the real show behind the scenes. I could only guess from what was being performed outside. Not long after, Sandro and the group leader rushed in. And not long after, news came out that the Duke
The Lord was killed. The murderer was the boy. He broke free and killed the Duke. Then the boy escaped, chasing Sandro and the regiment leader. As for the result, of course the chase
lost."
"Haha, it's really good news. They lost the chase, so it's time to talk about us." Adela clapped her hands. "Okay, what are you waiting for here? Let's go."
"Don't you want to hear my bad news?" Nimbas smiled bitterly and did not move.
"What bad news?" Adela and the middle-aged man frowned together.
"The bad news is that we can only go back and not chase that kid." Nimbas said weakly.
"Why?" The two necromancers were shocked together. Three necromancers went out to catch someone at the same time. This was not killing a chicken with a knife, it was simply killing an insect. Since Sandro had been separated from the target, they could just go ahead and do whatever they wanted.
.
The middle-aged man suddenly discovered a problem. After Nimbas entered the dungeon, she stood on the steps, neither walking down nor going up. The middle-aged man asked: "Why are you standing there without moving?"
"Because I dare not move." Nimbas replied with a wry smile. "There is a dagger pointing at me behind my neck."
A dark golden skull mask floated out from Nimbas' back. It took a lot of force to see that it was actually a figure that blended in with the darkness of the surrounding dungeon. One of the figures' hands held a
He held a pitch black dagger and placed it on Nimbas' neck.
After being surprised, the middle-aged man immediately lowered his head and saluted. His voice was full of surprise and a little excited. "I didn't expect to see you here. I respect the beautiful Agranel. Your grace and skill are still so beautiful and unparalleled."
, just like the first time I saw you..."
"Okay. You seem to be the same as before, Nopolinot. You are still so eloquent." The dark golden skull mask nodded. He floated down a few steps and left Nimbas. Nimbasson
He took a breath, stretched out his hand and rubbed his neck, but still didn't move.
"I wonder what you are doing here?" the middle-aged man asked respectfully.
"I heard that Sandro was dead, so I came to take a look. I accidentally ran into a scouting owl, and I just followed the magic aura and searched for him. Unexpectedly, I actually found him."
"But the respected Mr. Sandro is still so energetic. We saw that he seemed to have joined the Magic Academy. You can go and investigate..."
"I saw him." The Dark Gold Skeleton nodded. "It's you, I heard what Nimbas said. Did three people come here just to catch that kid? Huh, when did the noble Guild of the Dead also...
Like those bandits and robbers, I love Yiduo Weisheng."
"Hey, there is nothing we can do about it. This kid knows the whereabouts of the World Tree Leaves. You also know that we are determined to get this thing..."
"Then what? I heard that you are planning to kill him because he is the person who gathered power as Archibald said. Have you forgotten the rules established by His Excellency Archibald?"
"This..." The middle-aged man Nopolinot wiped his sweat and looked at Nimbas standing above. Nimbas made a helpless gesture.
"I heard that you also locked up that girl Vidnina. Although I have never liked her, she is a member of the guild after all. You actually started fighting among yourself in the sacred Diya Valley." Dark Gold Skeleton
The voice that floated out from below was not high-pitched, but it was cold and deep into people's bone marrow. "In your hands, the noble Guild of the Dead has actually become a den of thieves, a dirty place of fighting for fame and profit, like an officialdom. This way
People who don’t deserve to stay in the Diya Valley any longer.”
Adela, who had been silent for a long time, said: "This is a decision made by all guild members through mutual discussion. Dear former acting president." His voice was soft and kind, and his words were brief, but he conveyed what he wanted just right.
The meaning is expressed clearly.
The eyes under the dark gold skull flickered towards Adela's face. Adela still had that dignified smile.
After a while, the light under the skull mask turned dim, and then he sighed helplessly. "That's right. I'm no longer a member of the guild. I seem to have no control over your affairs." Nopolinot and
Nimbas just breathed a sigh of relief when the voice said again: "I won't care from now on, but you must go back to me today."
The three necromancers looked at each other. Today is undoubtedly a perfect opportunity, otherwise it will be difficult to find this kid if he hides in the future.
"Take out all your teleportation scrolls and pull them apart." The voice was not loud, but the faint majesty and momentum could not be ignored by anyone.
Adela smiled even brighter, as if she was a little embarrassed, and said: "Dear Ms. Agranel, although you are our former acting president, you can't..." Just as he smiled
When he was at his brightest and gentlest, his hand suddenly stretched forward, and a white light instantly filled the entire cell.
Paralysis. The most effective offensive auxiliary magic among white magic. Although it cannot cause direct damage, it can make the vitality in the body completely disordered under the influence of white magic, rendering the opponent unable to move. At Adela's level,
Using it in the hands of a magician, as long as the opponent is still flesh and blood, even a Behemoth beast will probably be frozen for a long time.
But after using this magic, what froze was not the figure wearing the dark gold mask, but Adela herself.
The black dagger was placed on Adela's neck, and the two spikes extending from the dagger looked like devil's claws. Adela could feel the hairs around the dagger on her neck like leaves in the ice wind.
Falling off one after another.
"The greatest advantage of young people is that they are always full of fighting spirit and ambition, and have the courage to despise and challenge authority. This is the reason for progress." The dark gold skull floated behind Adela again. There was no news at all.
and signs of movement, as if it was originally there. "But the biggest shortcoming is that you don't know the heights of the sky. This is the reason why you die easily."
"Humph. Please know that there are three of us." The smile on Adela's face disappeared. The light of white magic was already shining on him.
"I can see that your white magic is very good, which is quite impressive at your age." The voice from under the dark gold skull was unhurried. "But as long as you are pierced by this Nick dagger, I guarantee that
Even if all the priests from the entire magic academy come together, they can only watch you turn into a living mummy."
"Please be merciful. Young people are really not very sensible..." Nopolinot and Nimbas showed no signs of helping. They just stood aside and said. They are not young people and are not impulsive. Moreover, they
He also knew very well who he was facing and what kind of situation he was facing. Even if the three magicians could wipe out the entire army in the royal capital, in such a small room, for a top killer, they would be almost as powerful as
Three rabbits.
"I am also a guild member, are you going to kill me?" Although Adela stopped laughing, she was not nervous.
"If you had used attack magic just now, you would be a mummy now. I haven't killed anyone for many years. I hope you won't force me today." The dagger left Adela's neck, and there was a command in his voice.
Even heavier. "I'll say it again, take out your teleportation scroll and pull it open."
Nopolinot sighed, turned around and walked to Clovis' cell to look around. He muttered a few spells and struck several magic spells on the three stone walls. There was a loud bang.
The room was filled with collapsed boulders, and the body inside was also trapped underneath.
The noise of soldiers could be heard outside. The soldiers who had been sent to sleep by hypnosis finally woke up and were rushing towards here.
Nopolinot and Nimbas took out the teleportation scroll and pulled it away. Adela hesitated for a moment and had to follow the two companions and took out the teleportation scroll.
When the door was opened, the soldiers who rushed in only saw an empty dungeon and a collapsed cell.
In the headquarters of the Holy Knights.
Just when Captain Roland was about to send people to release Clovis from the prison, he received news that the dungeon had collapsed due to age and water seepage, crushing the prisoners inside to death.
Captain Roland was extremely furious. He knew that his disciple should still have many secrets about the Duke. He had been waiting to release him for careful questioning after solving the Duke. But in this way, many unknown things were revealed.
It will return to darkness forever.
In addition to being angry, he was also heartbroken. He was the disciple he had cultivated for many years. But now that what had happened, there was nothing he could do no matter how distressed he was. Moreover, it would be the busiest period now, so all the energy had to be left in this area.
Fortunately, he also saw a more capable and talented person. Captain Roland decided to accept him as his disciple.