Volume 4: The End of the World Chapter 21: Walking into a Trap
So what should we do now?
Should I contact Sir William immediately, or leave before the Holy Tree Duke arrives? Pretend that nothing happened?
After the two guards left, although Nezemar 's face remained extremely calm, she was already in a panic at this moment.
Looking back at the girl beside him named Yin Lisi, although for different reasons, she was also so nervous that her face turned pale.
"It's okay, Sister Nezemar. I'm the only one wanted by the Empire. I will explain it to them clearly. I believe the Duke will not make it too difficult for you."
Perhaps she noticed her uneasy expression, so the girl forced a smile and comforted him.
This is not easy to say, especially when he had knocked down more than a dozen Wild Hunt warriors and two Forest Druids. Although no one was killed, attacking law enforcement officers can be considered a felony no matter where you are...
Nezemar thought to himself.
She was not worried about trivial matters such as the other party convicting her. After all, she was a follower of the Holy Spirit and had no real sense of the laws of this secular regime.
But the question is, will his previous impulsive behavior disrupt Lord William's clever arrangement?
After all, I had heard Vincent mention before how ingenious the arrangements made by Lord William were when he was dealing with the Corrupted Moon Tide of the Undead incident in the Great Cemetery of Thorn City.
Whether it was the unique broad vision of the Holy Spirit or some other reason, every step taken by Sir William often had a profound meaning that ordinary people could hardly perceive. And in the end, they were able to connect layer by layer and finally solve the problem at the lowest cost.
Thinking about it this way, my previous impulsive behavior must have disrupted many of his plans.
Or maybe we should leave here first...
Nezemar thought as he stroked the magic-sealing rune used for space teleportation in his arms.
As long as he continued to stay here and not expose his identity, and did not expose the fact that the Lord Judge had come to Holy Tree City, even if there was a big commotion before, he could still prevent the situation from getting worse by leaving directly.
More importantly, there was no need for him to disrupt Lord William's plan for the sake of a stranger.
Thinking of this, she tightly grasped the demon-sealing rune that was flashing with electric light.
If she used a little more strength to crush it, she would be able to teleport directly to the Judge.
But, should I really leave this girl here alone?
Because she has nothing to do with his current mission and may affect Lord William's plan?
Just like when he participated in the trial of the Eighth Order in the past? He completely ignored those who were not within his scope of responsibility?
Although it is impossible to guess the will of the Holy Spirit, but...if Lord William knew my current situation, would he agree with what I did?
"call……"
After a few seconds, Yinlis suddenly heard Nazemal beside him let out a long breath for some reason.
The other party sat back on the quaint leather sofa and looked up at the gray ceiling.
"What's wrong?"
Yinlis asked, tilting his head.
"Nothing... Just asking, if you are guilty of treason, do you know what will happen to you in the end?"
Nezemar asked.
Yin Lisi lowered his head and said:
"Just like my mother, be sentenced to death..."
"I can understand that your mother was sentenced to death for participating in treasonous activities. As her child, I can also understand that you are suspected of involvement and need to be arrested. But sentencing a child as young as you to death is beyond my comprehension."
Finally, Nazemal made up his mind to stay and finish the good thing, and asked with his head raised.
"because……"
Yin Lis had just uttered one word when the next moment he stopped talking as if something had stuck in his neck.
It was a cold female voice coming from the door that answered Nezemar's question instead of her.
"You are wrong. The 'treason' she mentioned is not because of what they did. It is because of the very fact that they 'exist'. In other words, as descendants of the Blind Sisterhood, their mere existence means betrayal of the Empire."
Nazemar sat up from the sofa with a start and looked up at the man who had appeared at the door of the reception room at some point in time.
The Duke of the Holy Tree...
The moment he saw the other person, Nazemal confirmed his identity.
Even before this, she didn't even know that the current Duke of Holy Tree was a woman, but the moment she saw the other person, she could be absolutely sure that the person in front of her was the Duke of Holy Tree.
It could be the black dress with gold trim that would be considered luxurious even in Platinum City, it could be the aura of the other party that made her look powerful without even getting angry, or it could be the elegance in her every move...
But the most important reason is the extremely powerful oppressive force emanating from the opponent.
It was said that in Ravenwood, only the strong could rule. If that was the case, Nezemar could not imagine anyone more powerful than the man before him.
The other person's face was covered by a thin black veil, but his eyes, which were overflowing with excess magic power, emitted a faint blue light that passed through the black veil, like two ghost lamps swaying in the darkness.
Her hands, which were too slender and white for a forest elf, held a magic medium that was so gorgeous that it made people doubt its practicality.
The more complex and ornate the spell medium is, and the richer the materials used, the more difficult it is to control.
It is a common knowledge among magicians that people who use complicated and ornate spells are either rich kids who have learned some magic to improve their appearance and inlay some flashy objects on their staffs, or they are truly powerful people who can control magic of multiple attributes.
The person in front of me is obviously the latter.
Before Nezemar could come to his senses, the man appeared in front of him like a ghost.
"I heard that someone defeated two teams of Wild Hunt warriors under my command. Even though they were all a bunch of useless trash, it was not an easy task to defeat them all so quickly without shedding blood. So I was a little interested in coming over to take a look."
As she spoke, she tapped the magic medium in her hand lightly, and a gorgeous chair made of ice crystals instantly condensed out of the air. Then she gently adjusted her skirt and sat in front of Nezemar.
This... isn't she afraid of the cold...
Looking at the ice crystal chair reflecting cold light under the magic crystal lamp, Nazemaer thought subconsciously. But then, she immediately reacted - she did not feel a trace of coldness on the ice crystal chair.
In other words, the opponent's understanding of frost spells is not just about driving the cold, but a true understanding of the essence of "solidifying magic power" and being able to temporarily create matter by condensing magic power.
According to Lord William, regardless of the scale of the magic power, the depth of the power is already close to the realm of the gods.
"But the truth of the matter somewhat disappointed me... I didn't expect it to be you, the 'Silver Blood Girl' Nezemare of the Eighth Order's Holy Relics Recovery Department. What's the matter? Are those old guys not satisfied with the progress of my work? Or do they want to come to us to recover the Eighth Holy Spirit Holy Relics as interest?"
Hearing the other party say his name without hesitation, Nazemar felt a chill in his heart and thought to himself that something was wrong.
But before she could say anything, the other party continued:
"Ah, I almost forgot. You seemed to have already defected from the Eighth Order half a year ago, right? So now you should be the executive officer of the New Holy Spirit Church's Punishment Temple under the pseudo-government of Blackwater Province?"
"Do you know who I am?"
Nezemar said with a cold face.
"Of course I know. You don't really think that what you did in Blackwater Province is airtight, do you?"
A premonition of danger rose in Nezemal's heart, and her fingers moved quietly down to touch the dagger hanging at her waist.
At this distance, even if the opponent is a powerful magic caster, with her speed, she is confident that she can subdue the opponent before the opponent opens his mouth to finish the chant. When dealing with magic casters, unless they have truly reached the divine realm and mastered the instantaneous chanting, close combat will always be the opponent's weakness.
"So what else do you know?"
Nezemal moved slowly and used words to divert the other party's attention.
"Let me tell you something you probably don't know. The Eighth Cult is furious about your betrayal, and has prepared a very generous reward for anyone who can bring you back to Wanren City alive. Although that little bit of money is nothing to me, I am still a little interested in the reward of being able to see the Holy Relics of the Holy Spirit Terra."
"Is that so? So it seems that I have walked into a trap?"
Nezemal said self-deprecatingly.
"But I'm still a little curious. You may be the first executor in history to betray the Eighth Order. What made you make such a crazy decision?"
The other party asked this.
"Reason?"
As Nezemar spoke, his right hand had already touched the hilt of the dagger.
"Of course it's because I found the truth of faith!"
As she spoke, she pulled out the dagger at lightning speed, and the storm-related enhancement spell engraved on the dagger was instantly activated. Nezemal's movement turned into a gust of wind that approached the opponent's fragile neck.
Of course, she didn't intend to kill him, but to temporarily control him like she had threatened the forest druid before.
Then, Nezemal was instantly nailed to the spot, like a puppet pulled by silk strings.
A thick layer of frost formed on every joint of her body, and at this moment she looked like a welded machine.
The Duke of Holy Tree still sat there, not even moving a finger.
Instant chant... the symbol of the Divine Realm Mage...
Nezemal thought as he was left standing still.
"It is not a good habit to hold back when facing an opponent who is much stronger than you. Remember this lesson and aim to kill your opponent next time. This difference in mentality may even make up for the gap in strength."
The woman said softly.
Then she continued:
"By the way, don't try to break the magic-sealing rune with the [Teleport] spell engraved on it. I have sealed off the entire reception room. Unless the creator of this magic-sealing rune is better than me in lightning spells, there is no way he can teleport you out."
As she spoke, she took the magic-sealing rune that was flashing with electric light from Nezemal's other hand.
