Volume 1: Stranger in a Strange Land Chapter 30 Execution and Monitoring
Vincent and an adjutant beside him walked up to the group of miners.
There were flashes of lightning in the air around him, and the indescribable pressure made everyone facing him lower their heads involuntarily, and some even almost knelt down because their knees went weak.
"And the man who killed the overseer?"
Vincent asked straight to the point, his voice very calm.
The leader gave a trembling answer.
"Right...right down in the mine."
"Are all of you here?"
"About half of the people are not here..."
" Where are those people?"
"The magic caster opened a portal and let them escape."
At this moment, under the powerful pressure of this master magic caster, all the countermeasures that the miners had previously discussed were forgotten before they opened their mouths. Basically, they answered truthfully whatever the other party asked.
Vincent pondered for a moment, then spoke to the adjutant beside him.
"Take them to the dungeon and lock them up first."
But the adjutant next to him shook his head.
"The Duke instructed us before coming here that according to the contingency plan for mine riots, the Blackthorn Ordinance must be enforced here."
Vincent looked at his adjutant and spoke without changing his tone.
"Just as I said, take him to the dungeon of the Rose Palace and lock him up first. I will tell the Duke about it."
The adjutant hesitated for a long time, and finally lowered his head slightly and answered.
"Yes, I will follow your orders."
Then he looked up and asked.
"Then what should we do with the heretic wizards in the mines?"
A deep crack flashing with lightning opened next to Vincent's hand, and he took out an ebony staff inlaid with pale blue gems.
"I'll go down alone."
He said, holding the staff.
"Why?"
The adjutant asked with a little surprise.
"Just now the miners said that the enemy opened the portal to let the rest of the people escape. If there are too many people going down and the enemy feels overwhelmed, he can open the portal again and escape. Moreover, the mine is narrow below, which is not suitable for the Thorn Black Guards to deploy their formation. Too many people would be a burden."
As he spoke, the azure gem on the staff in his hand lit up, and circles of ripples that stirred and deformed the space spread out from it.
The adjutant glanced at the ebony staff with some envy. He and Vincent were both magic chanters with the sage constellation. The spell medium made of void crystals in Vincent's hand was definitely the dream of all mages who specialized in lightning spells.
"If there is any problem, I will contact you immediately through space magic."
Vincent left these last words and walked deeper into the mine without looking back.
The adjutant bowed slightly towards his back.
"Good luck to you."
When his back completely disappeared into the depths of the mine, the adjutant, who had been humble until then, suddenly straightened his back, with an expression mixed with sarcasm and regret on his face.
But this expression was fleeting, and he turned around and called a wizard with a golden rose emblem embroidered on his robe.
"Go back and inform the Duke that Master Vincent's choice was as he predicted."
The man nodded, then looked at the miners who were surrounded by the Black Thorn Guards and asked.
"Then why didn't these people do what Master Vincent said and take them to the dungeon?"
The adjutant forced a smile on his face and shook his head.
"No."
Then he raised his voice.
"Enforce the Blackthorn Ordinance."
His voice was neither too loud nor too low, just loud enough for the black-armored guard beside him to hear.
Then, the sounds of screaming and blood splattering were heard one after another.
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"Come to think of it, I've always wanted to ask you, why did you appear in the Silver Mine that day?"
Cas was standing in an alley across from an enchanting shop, wearing a black cloak. His face was hidden under the hood of the cloak. He had taken off the huge sword that was as big as a door panel and leaned it against the wall beside him.
At this moment, he was holding a bottle of berry wine and sipping it to ward off the cold, while his eyes were fixed on the enchantment shop not far away.
The witch named Liz sat on his shoulder, pulling the threads of her cloak and tying knots out of boredom.
Hearing Cas's question, her movements slowed down a bit.
He had learned from his previous communication with Liz that witches were extraordinary creatures that needed ambiguity and mystery to survive. Mist, forest, dawn, dusk, dreams... they could only replenish their magic power in places with those ambiguous elements.
Correspondingly, witches hate all places with specific rules. They will never take the initiative to approach a mine like the Silver Stream Mine, which is almost a prototype of a company.
"Ah, I don't know either. I remember that I seemed to fall asleep in the forest that day. When I woke up, I found that there was a thick fog. Then I flew to the Silver Stream Mine. Hey, was there fog in the mine that day?"
Liz said this, holding up the crooked bow she had tied with thread , with a look of disgust on her face.
"I didn't notice it after I went down into the mine with my teammates, but is there fog in the mine? Or did someone arrange it this way on purpose?"
Cas asked with a frown, but Liz didn't answer his question and continued to struggle with the bow.
Cas sighed softly. This is what witches are like. They live for ambiguity, so they are not interested in anything that requires logical analysis. They do things based on their mood. Even whether they can use magic and the effect of using it will change according to their mood.
The door of the enchantment shop was opened from the inside at this time, and a man and a woman walked out, both of them wearing the uniform of Offa University.
The woman was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and was looking at the ancient pendant in her hand with a confused look on her face, while the man was probably in his early twenties, and was talking to her with his head down and a warm smile.
Cass, who was about to ask something else, patted Liz's head gently.
Liz came back to her senses, she put down the bow, and a faint purple light appeared in her eyes.
"Yes, it's that man. I saw a parasitic smell on him before."
She pointed at the young man with a warm smile.
"It really is a magic caster this time. What about the woman next to him?"
"There are no signs of parasitism, but it looks like the two people are classmates? I suggest you wait until they separate before going over, otherwise it will be difficult to explain."
Liz suggested.
"If I don't follow, I'm afraid that woman will also be parasitized tonight."
Cass said as he tied the greatsword back to his back.
"Just like usual, go back to the cabin and wait for me."
"no."
Liz suddenly flew in front of Cas, stopped the man and said.
"The host this time is a magic caster. I'll go with you so that I can rescue you if anything goes wrong."
Cass was silent for a while, and as he watched the two men walk away, he nodded slightly.
