Chapter 53 There are only two professions in the world: Mage or others
Margaret led the captains of her teams through the Knights' headquarters. No one blocked their way and they arrived at the door of the conference room unimpeded.
When the door was opened, the leader of the Knights and the captains of each team were already waiting.
After everyone took their seats, without further ado, the magic instrument projected a map of an area in Fairhaven.
"According to the intelligence from the law enforcement group, the fugitives are currently hiding in this place."
A female wizard waved her wand, and several red dots appeared on the projected map. She added, "In addition, according to the instructions of the Council of Arcane Magic, let's try to capture the leading spellcaster alive. He is the main factor in this incident, and the Council of Arcane Magic is curious about spellcasters from other continents."
"So what kind of help did the Council of Arcane offer?"
A red-haired, somewhat sloppy man leaning his spear against the back of his chair asked with a smile: "I hope those adults with eyes on the top of their heads will remember that we are just weak non-law professions and cannot deal with the noble magicians."
For spellcasters, there are mostly only two professions in the world, one is called spellcaster, and the other is called other.
Even among the mages, there is a contempt chain. Even some children will sing "First-class wizard, second-class priest, third-class nature, fourth-class sorcery..."
If a chain of contempt has formed among the people themselves, then one can imagine the contempt that the legal professionals have for other professions.
The wizards of the Arcane Council happen to be the people with the tallest eyes in the entire country.
" The Council is currently conducting an internal investigation. No one will be allowed to leave until they find out which link went wrong and put a spellcaster who has reached the Hero level in prison."
Because this was an internal meeting of the Knights and the Law Enforcement Corps, the female sorceress had no intention of saving face for the Council of Arcane Law: "They suspect there is a traitor inside. Now the Council President is leading everyone to drink [Veritaserum] and use [Penney Basin] to check their memories."
"Wow!" The red-haired young man clapped his hands. "That means the masters of the Arcane Council will not send anyone to supervise this matter. Let the task of capturing a Hero-class spellcaster go to hell!"
"Everyone, to celebrate, all the elders of the Arcane Council have to drink truth serum and reveal how old they were when they started having wet dreams. Angel Melody is treating us tonight!"
It was obvious that the red-haired young man disliked the people of the Arcane Council. After hearing that they were in trouble, he was even willing to spend a lot of money to invite them to [Angel Melody].
"Okay, let's celebrate later."
The one who spoke was a burly man with thick golden hair like a lion's mane. From time to time, a tiny flash of lightning flowed through his hair, but it seemed like an illusion. At the same time, there was no sign that the man was carrying any weapons, but his body that seemed to be tempered by thunder might already be the most terrifying weapon.
He looked at the female wizard, "Brenda, does the prison have any detailed information on the escaped prisoner?"
The female wizard named Brenda waved her wand, and the projection of the magic device continued to change. A large number of fragments filled with traces of burning appeared. "Unfortunately, the detailed information was destroyed due to some [accident]. At the same time, the prison guards who were most involved in this matter..."
Brenda flipped through the information in her hand. "Oh, I found it. A guy was stabbed in the heart five times by gang members on his way home. The purpose was to steal the change of eight silver lions and thirty bronze eagles on him."
"One night, they went to a remote alley to look for prostitutes. The next day, their bodies were found together in the sewer. Their bodies had been gnawed by something."
"There is one more..." Brenda gave up the idea of continuing to speak after looking at the report in her hand. "Well, Grand Commander, let me be frank. Someone is helping those fugitives to clean up their mess."
Ralph, the Grand Master of the Knights, nodded and said, "Tell us something we can use."
When Ralph heard that the relevant information was [accidentally burned], he realized that there was more to the story than meets the eye. It was probably not just the problem within the Council of Olympians, but at least one noble in Fairhaven was secretly helping the fugitive.
As for the reason for helping, it was probably some exchange of interests or something else, but these were not the business of the Knights. He only intended to bring the fugitive back to prison, whether alive or dead.
"There is at least one Heroic-class spellcaster among the fugitives. The rest are swordsmen, assassins, and spellcasters. The number is unknown. It's a typical team. And they are generally Elite-class. It's not ruled out that there are other Heroic-class ones among them."
Brenda put down the intelligence in her hand and said, "In the worst case scenario, the other party may have three hero-level professionals."
This conclusion plunged the conference room into silence. The three heroic professionals, to use an inappropriate metaphor, were like three tigers running into a flock of lambs.
"Margaret." Grand Captain Ralph was the first to break the silence and looked at the head of the law enforcement team. "I think it's time for us to work together again. Is your sword still as sharp as before?"
"As long as someone asks for help, my sword remains sharp."
"Very good." Ralph's deep laughter echoed throughout the conference room, and the water in the cup on the table continued to ripple. "I am looking forward to seeing the sword dance of [Splitting Wind Wings] again."
Although the two had differences in personal ideas, which led to Margaret, the former vice-captain of the Knights Templar, leaving, as former partners, they both had a deep understanding of each other's strength.
Brenda continued to wave her wand, marking the fugitives' hiding places again. "There is too little intelligence at the moment, so we can only mark the largest number of locations for now."
Three locations appeared on the projected map, forming an equilateral triangle. "There are people in all three places. The target is at the edge of the civilian area. We can use [Mist] to attack all three places at once."
"Wait a minute." Margaret interrupted, "I want to evacuate the local residents before launching an attack."
The red-haired young man immediately shouted, "Deputy Captain, this will..."
Before he could finish his words, Margaret interrupted him and said, "Call me Captain. I am now the Captain of the Law Enforcement Corps!"
The others wisely kept silent and turned their eyes to Ralph. Due to differences in ideas, the former deputy leader of the Knights Templar, Margaret, took away some of her followers when she left. Now the two teams have a dispute over the target status, so naturally they can only negotiate between the two leaders.
"You are still as naive as ever, Margaret."
Ralph ruffled his long hair, "But I can't fight without your strength this time, so I agreed."
