Volume 4: The End of the World Chapter 82 He Actually Knows
"In that case... that guy killed Garai Wolfwhisper directly, it didn't seem like an impulsive act."
After Enso Oak and others left the Treetop Temple, Remedios suddenly said.
"Why do you say that?"
Nezemar asked doubtfully.
"That loyal secretary should know more about Floral Cain than that half-baked Forest Druid."
Remedios said this while rearranging the barrier in the temple .
"I don't think it will be much. After all, he doesn't even know that Flora is a lich."
Nezemal retorted subconsciously.
"This is normal. The Chief Inquisitor was forced to tell us that Neher was a lich only after he could no longer hide it. At that time, the influence of the Holy Spirit Church was still strong, and public opinion was much worse than it is now. The entire Tribunal was in a mess because of this matter, especially Markarth, a staunch believer in the Holy Spirit. He even said something like 'either he or I', and almost quit the Tribunal because of this."
Remedios narrowed her eyes slightly as she recalled the past.
"Is that so? I thought that being a lich could be easily seen at a glance."
When Nezemar was a relic seeker in the Eighth Order, he had participated in several operations to defeat liches. Generally speaking, even if the undead creatures tried their best to conceal their true identities, the corruption and death breath from their souls would be revealed unconsciously.
Not to mention the body that will continue to decay over time - except for the short period of time after the transformation is completed, there is no way for a lich to hide his identity in civilized society for a long time.
Therefore, until now, she still felt that it was incredible that Fularo, as a lich, could become the leader of the Jade Province. The veil that could block the breath of death alone could not achieve this.
"Generally speaking, that's the case, but since Fularo inherited Nehe's legacy, it's normal for her to be able to hide. The spell that transformed Nehe into a lich is different from the necromancy that originated from the ancestor worship in the Blackwater Swamp. It is a kind of undead magic that originated independently in the Ravenwood area. One of its major features is that it can maintain its disguise in the flesh by devouring corpses... Bring her with me."
After hiding the last teleportation beacon under the altar, Remedios stood up and nodded with her chin at Yinlis who had been hiding behind Nezemal, then picked up the bow and arrow and walked out of the Canopy Temple.
"Isn't it unusual enough to eat corpses?"
Confused, Nezemar pulled the girl up and followed her to ask.
"No one would question why a forest elf would eat corpses."
Remedios gave a brief explanation, and then she continued:
"Similarly, since Fularo has inherited Neh's legacy, she must have enough ways to conceal her true identity. After all, Neh spent most of his research energy on how to suppress his own power. Sometimes I feel that his talent in magic may be stronger than Yin Fulin's..."
Magic Front Yin Fulin, Nezemar had heard the Chief Judge mention that person, the strongest magic chanter in the Judgment Seat besides William. However, the strange thing was that such a great mage had no historical records at all.
"So... where are we going? And why are we taking her with us?"
Remedios asked, not knowing what to say. She looked at the cute little girl beside her who had her eyes closed.
"The underground root system I mentioned before, do you still remember the way?"
Remedios asked back.
"Remember...we were going there?"
The other party said "hmm".
"But why?"
This made Nezemar even more confused.
The judge has been to the underground root system twice. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any clues or information that have been missed.
"Has Flora ever told you where she got the inheritance of Nehe?"
Instead of answering her question directly, Remedios asked about another unrelated matter.
"No."
"And William didn't ask her either?"
“Neither do I.”
"I knew it..."
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Nazemal seemed to hear the Shadow Queen of Ava laugh.
But when she was asked this question, she noticed something strange.
Yes, since it is the legacy of the former members of the Tribunal, Lord William, as the presiding judge, should at least ask about the specific location of those legacy, right?
"So, Lord Nehe's inheritance is in the underground roots?"
Nezemal asked anxiously, and Remedios nodded slightly.
"Then why didn't the judge previously..."
"Because he is unexpectedly clumsy and careless in some things, likes to do things his own way, and never considers other people's feelings when making decisions. So, naturally, he will not find that the inheritance is there."
After a moment of silence, Remedios said this.
Hearing the rare personal emotion in the other party's words, Nezemal felt that it would be better for him not to continue asking.
They walked in silence. The Holy Tree City was still as peaceful as before, without any sense of danger. The two arrived at the foot of the World Tree without encountering any obstacles. It was only at this time that Remedios spoke again:
"Actually, there is one thing I have never told the presiding judge."
Nazemare nodded and said "hmm" as an answer. How else could she answer?
Even if she was slow-witted, she could tell that these words were not meant for her.
"The last time I saw Neh was not at the meeting in Dusk Fortress. Instead, it was in Sacred Tree City. After the meeting, I came here with him and together we completely uprooted the Undead Society that originated in Ravenwood."
Regardless of the other party’s attitude, Remedios said calmly:
"That was our last attempt. I wanted to help Neh, so that the soul stored in his soul box could return to his body and be reborn as a living person."
"Wait a minute, I remember the Chief Judge mentioned that... Lord Neh's soul box was lost long before he left, right?"
Hearing this, Nazemare finally couldn't help but interrupt and ask.
"That's why I said that he was too self-willed in some matters, never cared about other people's feelings, and was too clumsy in handling things...
"Nehe already knew that the Chief Judge had thrown the Soul Box into the underground river."
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"That's all?"
After stopping for the second time, William turned around and asked.
"The contract was drawn up by Beatrice herself, how much do you expect me to say?"
Zhuamala, who was at the other end of the curtain, answered in a not very friendly tone.
"Of course you should tell me everything you know... Never mind, if you really speak so readily, I will be suspicious."
William shrugged, then crossed his arms and whispered:
"So the key to the matter still lies with Camilla, not Beatrice... As for Flora, she played a very key role in the whole thing..."
Although William is not quite sure what the serious impact is on Camilla's origin as a human rather than an elf, it is obvious that Floral's true identity is indeed quite intriguing.
Being able to be promoted to a divine-level magic chanter at such a young age, and in this era when the channels of magic power are monopolized by the laws of the stars, is too exaggerated no matter from which angle you look at it. This talent is probably stronger than that of Yin Fulin in the past.
But if the other party is not using magic power from the astral world, but burning souls as fuel, then this would be much more reasonable.
And being able to directly squander the souls of the entire forest elves as fuel, coupled with the fact that the other party was once chosen by the Great Mother to be the incarnation... Even if William was told now that Flora was the fuse for Camilla's advent ceremony, he would not find it strange.
But the thing is… so what?
Since William dared to keep Flora by his side, he had never been afraid that she would be controlled and betrayed by others.
And combined with the two points that Zhuamala said, he didn't feel any threat at all...
Suddenly, William clenched his fist and hit his palm. He looked up at Zhuamala behind the curtain as if he had thought of something:
"I vaguely understand..."
"You don't have to tell me anything you understand."
The Nightmare Lord on the other side quickly interrupted William before he could continue.
She said it in a way that sounded like she was giving a disclaimer:
"These are things you need to think through on your own. They have nothing to do with our meeting this time. Is that clear?"
Seeing the other party nod, she paused and then continued with her previous suggestion:
"So, are you going to agree to my previous suggestion now?"
And this time, William couldn't help but fall into silence.
In fact, from the very beginning, Jawmala had been hinting and even making it clear what was going to happen.
There are not many possibilities to "kill" yourself in this world.
If he suddenly got carried away and faced the legions that kept coming and the considerable number of extraordinary beings, and had to fight head-on - apart from exhausting his energy like this and being killed by the numbers, the only possibility that could kill him would be the real body of the Void King stepping into the world.
After all, when facing an enemy that didn't display its health bar, William could only suppress the opponent for a short period of time. Once he lost the suppressive power, he would be in danger as well.
If we infer the cause from the result - is Camilla planning to directly bring her true body into the world to kill her?
But the problem is, how can she cause damage to the world at the level of laws - just like the seven great disasters , so as to open a large and wide enough rift in the Moon Realm to allow herself to descend into the world?
The clue to this method is probably hidden in the two pieces of information that Zhuamala told him before.
