Book Three Light and Darkness Chapter Four Cutting the Grass
"The pagan incident involving the rise of the Undead Guild in Airi has almost dealt a devastating blow to the local economy. The imperial court has taken it very seriously. Moreover, countries from various countries have also expressed concern about the alliance you proposed...
..”
"That's enough..." Bishop Ronis waved his hand extremely tiredly, stopping the high priest from continuing to report. If the church hadn't summoned the other two high priests temporarily and inexplicably, he really didn't like to let this subordinate handle this.
He asked in an old and feeble voice: "How are you preparing the wanted notice?"
High Priest Cuthbert took out a portrait, which clearly showed the appearance of a young man. A line of small text below stated: This person was originally a priest of the Magic Academy. It was found that he had colluded with the Guild of the Dead and was extremely dangerous. There was a reward of 5,000 yuan.
Gold coins. This is different from the wanted hunt of the elves. It is not just through private organizations such as the Adventurer's Guild and the Thieves Organization, but the power of the state and the church is used to search across the entire continent.
Five thousand gold coins. In the past ten years, the wanted amount of the largest and most dangerous thieves group in the mainland has been only one-tenth of this person. As soon as this wanted order is distributed, all bounty hunters and thieves organizations will
Everyone in the mercenary group will pin this piece of paper to their bedside, remember the shape of every hair on his head, and use all possible methods to find out what his personality is like and what hobbies he has.
His favorite food, walking habits, and even the posture he likes to use when farting are all clear. And as long as there is a little bit of news about him, tens of thousands of followers will flock to him with all kinds of tricks.
.Even the former most beautiful woman and the most romantic talent in the world are so popular and missed that they are nothing compared to this person.
Bishop Ronis glanced at this portrait that was destined to be engraved in the hearts of countless people with hazy eyes, shook his head, sighed, and said: "You have not forgotten the most important point. You must make it clear: you must never hurt his life.
, must live.”
"Yes. I will prepare it immediately and then notify others to distribute it." High Priest Cuthbert put away the portrait. His ugly face was full of excitement, and even Bishop Ronis could feel that his emotions were indeed a bit excessive.
"My Lord Bishop, you have cultivated him so much and trusted him so much. You never thought that he would actually collude with the Guild of the Dead..."
"Okay, please step back. I'm very tired." Bishop Ronis waved his hand impatiently. "It's up to you to announce this to others."
The matter finally reached the step he least wanted to take. Although the matter has not been announced yet, it is only a matter of time. As soon as this wanted order is issued, all his hard work and hopes will be wasted. Bishop Ronis
Closing his eyes, he had never felt so old before.
The high priest did not exit the small study, but stood where he was.
"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" The bishop opened his eyes slightly.
"Also...Inham and Duke Mrak are asking to see you."
"Inham? Why is he with the Duke? Let them in." Bishop Ronis frowned. Although the Marquis was a friend with him, his relationship was very personal and he rarely met him on such formal occasions.
Today he came with Duke Mulak, which was a little weird. He suddenly noticed something strange about the high priest, and looked at him: "What's wrong? Your heartbeat and breathing are very disordered. Why are you nervous?"
"No...it's just...I thought that you have been cultivating that priest so carefully, but I didn't expect that he would let down your hard work like this." The high priest lowered his head, and there was an unnatural twitch on his old-fashioned face. It seemed like just now
The excitement has not passed yet.
Bishop Ronis sighed, shook his head and said nothing. This subordinate has always been a bit dissatisfied with his unconventional promotion of newcomers, probably out of jealousy. He is also a person who takes power and gains and losses too seriously.
The high priest Cuthbert went out and walked in with Inham and Duke Mrak. Then the high priest stood behind Bishop Ronis, and the Duke and Marquis bowed to the bishop together: "God and you
With you, Your Majesty Bishop."
Bishop Ronis nodded slightly and asked: "There is another footsteps coming with you outside, who is it?"
"It's just a follower of the villain. Just let him wait outside." The Duke replied respectfully.
Bishop Ronis asked: "What business do you two come to see me for?"
Duke Mulak took a step forward, lowered his head and said: "I have heard that the priest actually colluded with the Guild of the Dead. So I came to report the situation to you. One night a few days ago, I saw him coming from
My little girl jumped out of the window in her room and disappeared on the street. I asked her about it. Although she didn't say anything, I could still tell that they must... Sigh. I really don't know how to teach my daughter.
, to let my daughter be with such a person..."
"I believe you don't mean to say such nonsense." Bishop Ronis waved his hand. He was still so weak, but the already weak flame in his eyes suddenly flashed. He was in a very bad mood now.
, was also very tired, had neither the interest nor the energy to engage in the kind of formulaic and perfunctory perfunctory performance that was customary in official circles with the Duke.
The Duke smiled, and seemed to finally show a cunning expression that should be consistent with his character and purpose, and said: "What I mean is that if the Lord Bishop really wants to catch him, he might as well use the little girl as bait. As long as
Use appropriate channels to spread the news and let him know about our little girl's critical situation, and he will definitely appear where we expect it and when we expect it..." His expression returned to the sincerity it had at the beginning. "I just hope.
Let me share some of your worries for the Bishop..."
The fire in Bishop Ronis's eyes condensed again, and the focus fell on the Duke's amiable face.
This is indeed a very simple and effective method, and it is also in line with the Duke's unscrupulous way of doing things. But from a certain perspective, this is almost an inevitable trap. Bishop Ronis's heart moved.
But the bishop's attention was immediately diverted. He could vaguely feel that even this seemingly insidious plan was not the Duke's original intention to come here, and there was no need for him to show his kindness or make peace with him.
Join forces...
Bishop Ronis' eyes did not move away from the Duke's face. There should be something unexpected under that fat and sincere face... But now he was so exhausted that he no longer had the energy to think deeper.
The Bishop of Nice's eyes involuntarily wandered again. He ignored the Duke and looked at Inham and asked: "What can I do for you?"
"I have heard about his escape," the Marquis said in a low voice. "I am surprised."
"I am also surprised." Bishop Ronis sighed again. He has sighed a lot today. He is really old, he feels.
"I also heard that he didn't even meet you and left directly. Is that true?"
Bishop Ronis nodded with a feeble gesture typical of an old man.
"Didn't he leave you any words or messages?"
Bishop Ronis shook his head.
"Oh." The Marquis nodded. He looked very strange today, without any of the vitality and vitality of the past. He hesitated for a moment, and then sighed, and the sigh was also full of helplessness and powerlessness. "Actually, I came here today.
I have something to say to you."
"Let's talk about it later. I'm very tired."
"No. It must be said now, here." The Marquis's expression was serious and solemn, which seemed completely incompatible with his character.
Bishop Ronis waved to both the Duke and the High Priest: "You all should step aside first."
The Marquis actually waved his hand resolutely and said, "No. This is a very important matter. They must be here too."
Bishop Ronis frowned. Everyone seemed a little strange today. He was really tired and annoyed, but one of these things became more and more puzzling.
"You know, I actually have very few friends." The Marquis came forward, his expression and voice were very lonely. His voice was very low, and he suddenly used air magic to make the sound silent.
Only the two of them could hear the conversation.
"If a person's status is very special, no matter whether he is high or low, good or bad, it will be difficult for him to make real friends." The Marquis continued. He raised his head and sighed, then looked down at Ronis,
The sadness in his eyes became even stronger.
Bishop Ronis could not help but nodded slightly and sighed. Indeed, he is probably the person who understands this most. Although this does not seem to be the right place to talk about these topics, Bishop Ronis believes that the Marquis does have
For some special reason, he could feel the unusual emotion in this friend's eyes.
The Marquis walked up to Bishop Ronis and reached out to hold his skinny hands. "And you are one of my friends." The loneliness and helplessness in his eyes deepened, and there was even sadness. His hands
It was cold, the hold was tight, and the words were sincere. "Since she died, you have been very kind to me and trust me in the past twenty years. I really regard you as a good friend."
Bishop Ronis felt that Cuthbert's breathing suddenly became heavier and his heart beat faster behind him. He was probably angry at this very rude behavior of a person he had always disliked.
Duke Mrak in front still had that sincere and honest expression.
The Bishop had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he could not tell what it was.
"But I want to tell you something now. I know you will be surprised to hear it." The Marquis lowered his head and came close to Bishop Ronis's ear. Although their conversation could not be heard by others, he still
He used this gesture, as if this was really a very secretive and embarrassing thing. His voice was still so sincere. "Do you still remember the unknown vampire last time? I released it...
...I am actually a necromancer. I am here to help them kill you today."
The light in Bishop Ronis's eyes suddenly became stronger and condensed, almost turning into two real flames to illuminate the old friend in front of him. Shock, anger, unwillingness, and sadness were all expressions that appeared on his thin face in an instant.
A bunch.
He was so frightened and angry not only because of this confession that was completely beyond his imagination, but also because of the murderous intent and the cold feeling behind him.
There was no pain, just a cold, tingling and itching feeling that was instantly sent into his body from beyond the skin on his back, with the tip almost touching his heart. This feeling, which didn't seem too intense, was wildly devouring the nearby bodies.
The vitality and even the magic power in the body are beginning to solidify. This is not only poison, but also a powerful poison with a strong curse.
This sword could only be the work of High Priest Cuthbert standing behind him.
This is a despicable sword and a very clumsy one.
The high priest is by no means a good murderer. His breathing and heartbeat were abnormal from the beginning, and the murderous aura emitted before the attack was clearly felt. Even a person who is not very smart should be able to do it in advance.
Find it and avoid it.
But Bishop Ronis was not able to notice it because he was really tired and mentally exhausted. Even though he noticed the abnormality of this subordinate, he did not go into it deeply. Moreover, what the Marquis said was really shocking.
, so that he had no time to react to the murderous intent behind him. So this fatal sneak attack was successfully successful.
But the success of the sneak attack does not mean that the assassination is also successful.
In an instant, white magic surged through Bishop Ronis's body towards the wound on his back. Without reciting any prayers, the light of two advanced healing magics, namely Exorcism and Curse Resurrection, immediately flashed on his body, cursing and
The damage was immediately suppressed. As far as the cultivation of magic is concerned, even the Pope on the mainland may not be able to defeat Bishop Ronis. No matter how serious the injury is or how powerful the curse is, as long as he is not killed instantly,
White magic can suppress it with all its strength.
The expression on the face of High Priest Cuthbert behind him has changed. He has always been nervous, and he was even more frightened when he saw the light of healing magic. He knows better than anyone else what the instant release of these two high-level healing magics represents.
Magic level, he discovered that this old man's magic power had already exceeded their expectations and imagination.
He pulled out the assassination dagger and stabbed Bishop Ronis in the head and neck this time. The ugly face was so tortured by ferociousness and nervousness that it no longer looked like a human.
Unfortunately, this knife only hit the blue-white electric shield that suddenly appeared behind Bishop Ronis. With a crackling sound, the high priest's people all bounced away.
From the moment Cuthbert took action, the Duke stood there without moving, and even had that sincere expression on his face. Only when the high priest was bounced away, the corners of his eyes twitched.
Although I had long known that Bishop Ronis was difficult to deal with, I never expected that he would be so difficult to deal with.
The poison on the dagger was enough to kill an elephant. But this skinny old man who was in his dying years not only withstood it, he was also able to cast magic instantly and knock down the assassin in an instant.
But even so, the Duke still didn't move, he couldn't move yet. He was already the last link in all the plans. If he couldn't succeed, the entire plan would fail. He had to wait until the absolute last moment. Now is that time
The poisonous curse on the dagger and the white magic of Bishop Ronis are at war.
At this moment, only Bishop Ronis could feel that another kind of magic wave was transmitted silently from his hand at this very appropriate time.
The Marquis' face was still so sad and frozen. His hand was held tightly, and Bishop Ronis could not pull it out even if he tried hard.
The magic wave that came through was not sharp or turbulent. It was just like streams of thick-smelling sludge that kept pouring into his body, staining the body along the way with odor and blackness, and then used the extremely corrosive
The smell stirred up the magic fluctuations and resonances in the whole body. The two healing magics he had just added to his body immediately collapsed like soil under the infiltration of this smelly water.
Corroding flesh and rotting bones, this is the double erosion of necromantic magic and dark magic. If it weren't for the sacred white magic surging in the body, the body would turn into a mass that even mice and flies would be uninterested in just the moment it comes into contact with this fluctuation.
carrion.
"You..." Bishop Ronis's voice was hoarse. Magical power surged out of his body, and white electric sparks began to erupt around his body, which immediately condensed into five bright white light balls.
"The wrath of the electric elf thunder, in the name of my life..." Bishop Ronis finally shouted a hoarse spell. He had given up on treatment and gathered all the magic to attack. Five thunderbolts
The light balls of the explosive bombs floated in the void above his head, forming a five-pointed star formation. The electric light in the middle began to show a milky white holy light, and gradually evolved into a magic circle. This was done with all his magic and life.
As long as his spell is completed with the final blow from the price, these three people will never be able to escape intact.
Wrath of the Titan God. This is a forbidden spell formed by the fusion of light magic and air magic.
This is almost a magic that only exists in theory. A magician who can practice air and light magic to the top at the same time is rare in a hundred years. The most important thing is that the power of this magic cannot be controlled at all, and the unimaginable destructive power will destroy even the surrounding area.
Everything, including the magician, was turned into powder.
But now Bishop Ronis has used this magic. He is not afraid of hurting innocent people, nor is he afraid that the entire Magic Academy will be shattered by this powerful explosion. That is better than the Magic Academy and even the entire empire falling into these three
Better in the hands of an assassin.
He already understood that this was an assassination that had been planned for a long time, and the significance of this assassination was so profound and sinister that even the two assassins probably would not understand it. He must use this method of dying together to inform Sandro...
...
Just at this time, Duke Mrak moved. As soon as he moved, the kind and sincere expression completely disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by an extremely murderous look. It turned out that his fat face looked like he was born with it.
A face with a kind expression can become so majestic once it cools down completely.
He knew very well what a top magician's full blow before his death meant. He had to wait until Bishop Ronis took action, until the bishop's magic was nearing the end and he could no longer change his tricks before taking action to let his own
The attack can kill in one hit and interrupt his magic.
He stepped forward, drew his sword and stabbed all the movements in one go. His fat body now showed the swiftness, agility and coordination of a cheetah. From the moment he moved to the next moment, he had already appeared in front of Bishop Ronis, with the sword in his hand
He stabbed the rapier through the Bishop's Adam's apple accurately.
The voice of the curse immediately became mute, and the last few characters were left in the throat. There was no way to break through the obstruction of the sword body and blurt it out. The rapier came out from the base of the bishop's neck from bottom to top, accurately.
It penetrated his medulla oblongata without even touching the bone.
This is an injury that cannot be undone by any magic or treatment, or it can be said to be a fatal condition.
Maybe it was really right for him to leave. In the end, Bishop Ronis only had time to have this idea vaguely. His body leaned so soft that he fell on the table. He is one of the most powerful magicians on the continent and the most prestigious in the church.
The bishop, the spiritual pillar of the Ironfast Empire, and the old man who still held great bright hope died like this.
The assassination was successful.
But there was no look of relaxation or joy on Duke Mrak's face at all. The expression of the already pale-faced high priest next to him began to twist, and his face turned further blue. They all looked at the five lightning-surrounded stars floating in the air.
White sphere.
The magic circle has disappeared, the Wrath of the Titan God can no longer be activated, and the thunder magic circle in the air has been restored to ordinary thunder bombs, and its power is already different from that of forbidden spells.
But even so, these five are still the most offensive high-level magic in air magic. Just any one of them is enough to blow up the small room to pieces. They may be able to escape with their own abilities, or survive the explosion.
, but everything that happens here will not be hidden in the explosion.
Duke Mrak and the high priest couldn't help but stop breathing. These five thunder bombs were just floating lightly in the air. The slight air flow may cause them to collide with each other, or fly out and hit the wall or other objects. The Duke detailed
His long eyes were not as gentle as usual at all, and the sharp knife-like light pierced the face of the great priest whose face was as pale as the floor. He was not a magician himself, so he didn't know how to solve the current situation.
Only then did the high priest wake up from his fear. He first folded his hands and pointed at the five thunderous bombs in the air, and muttered a spell. Then he looked at Duke Mrak and said, "I don't know anything about air magic."
Such a high level of attainment can only fix the magic like this... It's up to you to find a way."
"Come and help, you don't want to die." Duke M'lak said to the Marquis. Although he didn't know much about the Marquis's magic level, he was not even sure whether this prodigal son who had just spent some time in the magic academy would still remember magic.
It's not like I trust this helper who was temporarily coerced, but now there is no one else I can count on.
But the Marquis remained motionless as if he hadn't heard anything. Not only did he not seem to hear, but he also didn't seem to see the five little things floating above his head that could turn him into meat. His expression was full of confusion.
Sad, lonely and apologetic, he still held the hand of Bishop Ronis who was assassinated by him and looked at the bishop's eyes that were not closed at all.
Duke M'rak glared fiercely at this worthless prodigal. There was no time to worry about this now. Cuthbert could never keep the thunder bombs stationary in the air for too long, and it would be impossible to expect these little things to dissipate on their own.
It was impossible, he had no choice but to take action himself.
The Duke composed himself, took a deep breath, stood still, slowly stretched out his hand, and slowly brought the thin sword that had just assassinated Bishop Ronis to the side of a ball of light until the tip of the sword was almost touching it.
When he hit the edge of the light ball, his hands and shoulders suddenly exerted force.
The rapier and his wrist moved at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and it looked like it was just shaking. The ball of light began to shine brightly, and then split into countless tiny white light spots that scattered in the air.
The Duke breathed a sigh of relief. This improvised method was indeed effective. However, there was also a layer of sweat on his forehead.
Not only because of nervousness, but also because of tiredness. It seemed like it was only half a blink of an eye that he had struck out dozens of swords with all the strength of his wrist, and the sword was also attached with sword energy. This was the violent magic brewing in the thunder ball.
The entire magical structure was completely destroyed before the force could react. The skills, speed, and sword energy were all used to the fullest without any deviation. The energy and energy consumed by such a precise, subtle, and swift chop was no less than that of a big battle.
The Duke composed himself, stood still again, slowly extended his sword forward and slashed swiftly and uncontrollably, the second thunder bomb was completely broken down into pure and scattered magic elements again. The Duke's sweat was already flowing down his face.
.
When the third thunder bomb turned into a point of light again, it made a small crackling sound. The other two thunder balls moved under the shock of this wave and almost collided with each other. The Duke took a few steps back.
His face flushed for a while, and then completely turned pale again.
The Duke's vest was soaked through. He was already a little weak with the third sword just now, and there were flaws in the sword energy and the speed of swinging the sword. The most important thing was that the magic shock of electricity from the decomposition of the thunder ball almost killed him.
He bounced out. His right shoulder and even half of his body were numb now.
Cuthbert's ugly face was already the same as dried pork liver. Maintaining such an environment with still air seemed a bit reluctant given his cultivation level, and everyone could tell that he could not hold on for much longer.
There were two more balls floating in the air. The ball of light was not big. The pure white color and the surrounding electric light seemed to be very beautiful, and they made a thin sizzling sound. But the Duke's eyes looked at it as if he were looking at it.
Two terrifying ancient behemoths.
The Duke closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Sweat flowed down his fat face to his chin and fell drop by drop. He exhaled suddenly and swung his sword again. The fourth thunder bomb was finally decomposed.
It opened. But then there was a muffled sound.
The sound was not loud, and it was far from alarming the people in the cathedral outside. Even though the Duke was very tired, this sword with almost all his energy and energy was still able to cut and chop almost all the magic waves in the thunder ball. Only
Almost one thousandth of the magic power reacted, and a small explosion occurred.
The power of this explosion is not even comparable to a larger firecracker. It will definitely not hurt anyone, but it is definitely fatal under the current circumstances. Although the last thunder bomb floating in the air did not explode directly,
But it was shaken by the explosion and flew towards the wall next to it.
Cuthbert's ugly face turned black and he fell limply to the ground. Protecting this fatal little thing from directly turning into a huge explosion in the shock had already exhausted all the mental energy he had been trying to support.
The Duke's expression didn't get much better. The sword he just struck was already at its limit, and it was absolutely impossible to swing it again in a short time. And without enough sword energy and speed skills, he could chop down the destructive weapon.
A magic ball with explosive power is like using a burning torch to poke an explosive pack.
The thundering bombs were flying at a slow speed, allowing people to see clearly. For the first time, the Duke's eyes showed a look of despair. He had never believed in any religion and had just killed the bishop with his own hands. He even began to pray for God's blessing.
A miracle happens.
But a miracle happened. Just when the white ball of light was about to hit the wall, it suddenly stopped, then turned a corner, flew out of the small window above, and rushed into the sky in the blink of an eye.
Disappeared into the daylight.
The Duke was stunned for a while, then turned his head to look at the miracle worker. It was actually the Marquis who had been there all this time.
The Marquis put down the hand that was holding up the air magic, looked at the Duke's surprised eyes and said calmly: "It's nothing, this is not some advanced magic. I can just master these little tricks." His expression was still gloomy, and he looked at the ground.
The corpse of Bishop Ronis sighed, his eyes full of sorrow and sadness. "Just do what you should do."
The Duke's slender eyes narrowed, with an undisguised alert look, scanning back and forth on the Marquis's delicate and good-looking face, which completely matched his status as a libertine artist, but he did not find anything worth noting. He
He turned his head and looked at the high priest who was struggling to get up from the ground, frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Cuthbert took a few breaths, shook his head, and looked at the Marquis, a scum he had always despised, with a bit of surprise. But he was not very surprised. This was indeed not a profound magic.
It's just that he has a better grasp of air magic. Maybe this scum just likes to use these little tricks to fool people.
The Duke nodded and found some reassurance in the expression of the high priest. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his face, sighed with satisfaction and put on his signature smile again, and his expression completely returned to his normal state.
In his usual friendly and friendly manner, he said to Cuthbert as easily as a businessman who has just completed a satisfactory transaction and is now waiting for the closing: "Then go ahead."
Cuthbert struggled to move Bishop Ronis' body to the corner, pulled the coffee table in front of him, and then walked out.
Not long after, the high priest came in again with a man. It was the man standing outside the door that Bishop Ronis had just heard. He was a young man in his twenties, quite thin and tall, with the same build and appearance as Ah.
Sa looked similar to him. He was also wearing a set of priest's clothes and a hat that covered half of his face. He looked around a little cautiously and curiously, but he immediately saw the great priest Cuthbert.
He lowered his head under his eyes and did not dare to move.
He was originally just a street gangster from a village outside the royal capital. A few days ago, he was inexplicably arrested by a few people. Then these people who looked like noble officials told him to arrange a task for him.
I got a big reward for completing it. Unexpectedly, I was dressed up like this and brought to the magic academy in the royal capital today.
The great priest took out a small leather bag from his arms and threw it to the young man, saying: "Pour this on yourself." The young man opened the leather bag and found a small bag of blood inside. He poured the blood on the body according to the great priest's instructions.
On his body and on his face.
"Okay. Now turn around and run out of here, out of the Magic Academy. Do you still remember the route we arranged for you?" High Priest Cuthbert glared with authority. "Well? Do you still remember?"
"Remember..." The young man nodded anxiously.
"Don't be afraid. We are just playing a game." The Duke's kind voice can always make people calm, not to mention that he took out another gold coin in his hand, which immediately made the young man get rid of fear and be full of obedience.
Fighting Spirit. "Listen, if you run there faster than we expected, I will reward you with another gold coin."
"Yes." The young man's powerful answer showed that he would immediately create the fastest pace in his life.
"Go." The Duke waved his hand magnanimously, and the young man immediately ran out with the expected energy.
There were already a lot of people in the cathedral outside, and this was all arranged by Cuthbert. The young man must have bumped into someone when he rushed out with all his strength, because there was a faint scream coming in. "That's not it.
Priest?" "Why are you injured? There is so much blood..." "Priest, please slow down..."
Finally, even Cuthbert's rigid face began to smile. As for the young man who ran so vigorously, the pace driven by the gold coins was definitely not something that those who caught up later could catch up with. As long as he
Following the route set for him in advance, he will soon disappear into the streets of the royal capital. And then not long after, he will disappear from this world forever. Because his role has been completed, his role
What is finished must disappear.
The blue light of teleportation magic suddenly lit up in the room, and the Marquis next to him didn't know when he opened a teleportation scroll. After the light passed, his man had disappeared.
"What is this idiot doing? Where did he get the teleportation scroll?" Cuthbert said fiercely, glaring into the air after the Marquis disappeared.
"He is not an idiot." The Duke smiled easily. "He is very smart and knows that his use value is over. So he ran away quickly."
"We must find a way to silence this guy. Yes, the Duke..." Halfway through his words, the high priest suddenly felt like he was flying. His lips were still moving, but he could no longer make any sound.
He rolled a few times while flying in the air, taking in everything in the room. The body of Bishop Ronis was still there, and the Duke was wiping the blood on his sword while retreating because he wanted to hide.
Blood splattered. In front of the Duke, a headless corpse had blood spurting from its head and neck. The corpse was falling limp. The figure and clothes looked familiar.
With a plop, he fell to the floor, looking up at the Duke crookedly, and finally vaguely heard the Duke say softly: "Yes. I know."
The Duke turned around and carefully erased every footprint he had left in the room, eliminating every trace of his existence. Everything in the Magic Academy was arranged very well through the high priest, and he and the Marquis came here quietly.
Yes, everyone else only knew that Cuthbert and the priest came to the bishop's study, and then saw the priest running out covered in blood.
He quickly packed it up and opened the teleportation scroll. The next moment, the dusty Duke appeared in the teleportation magic circle of the magic academy.
"Hello, Lord Duke." The two magicians guarding the magic circle nodded and smiled at the Duke. "What are you doing again, grandpa? You are quite busy these days."
"Yes." The Duke, who never puts on airs, nodded kindly. "There are urgent matters waiting to be dealt with both in the field and in the royal capital. I have used a lot of teleportation scrolls in the past few days."
Suddenly there was a lot of commotion from the direction of the cathedral. "What's going on?" The two magicians and the Duke walked out together. They saw many people pouring in and out of the cathedral. The commotion spread at a fast speed.
opened.
"The bishop and the high priest were killed." A priest looked panicked and stumbled over.
"What?" The two magicians were shocked together. The Duke's face was even more horrified.