Outside Kiger Town, the underground tomb.
The dark underground tomb had a total of three floors. The first two floors were filled with all kinds of books and potions without any restrictions. But if one continued to go down, he would have to go through a long, narrow, spiral staircase, and pass through three doors with magic restrictions before he could enter the third floor of the tomb. This was Ansadin's "magic laboratory", and also the place where he kept all his "wealth".
"Tycoon Ansadin", with the help of Viscount Tranka and a few other human nobles, had accumulated an unimaginable amount of wealth in just a few years. Therefore, in addition to gold and silver coins, there were also pieces of valuable "thorium", "mithril", and a large number of summoning materials.
Logically speaking, this secret chamber should not be open to any outsiders, but at this moment, Anzadin was slightly bowing his body, trying to squeeze out a respectful expression on his relaxed and drooping face. His eyes were looking straight at the ground under his feet, and he was whispering something to the figure sitting on the stone chair in front of him —
"When I heard the news of the accident, I immediately summoned the gargoyles to come here, so that I could find you first …"
"As for how to deal with these humans, I have investigated for a few days and got the list in my hands …"
"With you here, His Majesty Augustine's mission will be completed successfully!"
…
At this time, Ansadin completely had the attitude and tone of a "lackey", and his respectful appearance was a world of difference from the ruthlessness he showed when he summoned the puppets to kill Roddy.
And at this time, "Blighted" Magda was sitting in front of him, seemingly resting with her eyes closed, but in fact, from the slight frown on her face, one could tell that she was in a very bad mood.
It had been more than a month since the defeat in Hollier City, and the half of her body that had been pierced by the giant crossbow still had that terrible wound. With such an injury, she was not interested in listening to Ansadin's flattery, and directly raised her hand to interrupt: "I'm not interested in listening to your nonsense, tell me … how long will it take for my body to recover?"
Even if Ansadin had used a high-tier potion to solve a problem for Magda, the pride of a Blighted One would not change just because of a favor owed.
Class consciousness of identity and status was deeply rooted in Tasman. In the eyes of the Blighters, a "junior" like Ansadin was nothing more than a sentinel carrying out a mission in the Kingdom of Karen. There was no need to take him seriously.
Therefore, he was not polite to Ansadin at all and completely regarded him as a "minion."
"My Lord, in order to restore your body, we first need fresh corpses. If you want to restore your peak strength, we need to find the most suitable person … Moreover, we need a series of formations and casting time, I …"
"How many days will it take?"
He had no interest in Ansadin's plan. He only thought of himself – revenge! His only goal was to kill Roddy in the shortest time possible!
"Maybe … ten days at the earliest." Ansadin bowed even lower, his voice filled with cowardice and fear. "And, and this is the optimistic situation, my Lord. What do you think —"
"I will only give you five days. Do it now."
Magda squinted her eyes and gave him a time limit in a flat tone.
"My Lord, this … No problem … But in order to help you restore your strength, I need to treat your wounds with potions now …"
Ansadin did not even dare to argue after being kicked by him. He quickly lowered his head and took out the potion in his hand. Magda clearly enjoyed his "absolute obedience" attitude.
The Blighter wasn't blind. He knew how precious the materials in the room were. The fact that Anzadin allowed him to receive treatment here was enough to show that Anzadin wasn't wary of him. So, in the following period of time, he cooperated and accepted Anzadin's treatment of his wounds.
After everything was done, Ansadin did not say anything else. He bowed deeply and left with his head lowered.
"At least he knows his place."
Magda reached out to touch the treated wound and gave his evaluation to Ansardin.
*****
On the other side, the "sensible" Ansadin's face no longer had the cowardice and fear from before. Instead, it was replaced with undisguised mockery …
"Arrogant old thing, you are really regressing as you live."
He was very clear that ever since Black Crow found Magda's hiding place, he had stepped into his trap step by step.
Inviting Magda to his most precious room as a show of "obedience", using a weak performance to lower Magda's guard, and … making Magda think that his body needed a long time to recover.
All of this was actually a pretense!
With Ansadin's strength, recovering his body was a piece of cake, but he was deliberately stalling for time!
The letter sent to King Augustine had already been sent to the Tasman Empire with Black Crow. If everything went smoothly, when His Majesty found out about Magda's stupid actions, he would definitely support his action of using the puppets to kill Roddy!
As for Magda? At that time, she would only be an arrogant old thing in the eyes of His Majesty. She would probably not be put in any important position in the future.
When he cured this old thing, Magda would probably not even know that he had been used. Not only would he lose his competitiveness in politics, he would also owe him a favor!
"Stupid people can't enter the parliament. So what if you are strong? Heh … "
Secretly laughing at Magda's stupidity, Ansadin walked back to the basement level. However, as soon as he entered the room, his eyes suddenly froze.
"How is this possible?!"
On the table not far away, the magic circle that was originally flashing with thirteen nodes had completely dimmed.
Ansadin's eyes widened in disbelief. He quickly walked in front of the magic circle and reached out to pick up the Magic crystal. However, as soon as his fingertips touched the crystal, there was a cracking sound. A spiderweb-like crack spread out, and the entire Magic crystal completely turned into a pile of debris …
This scene meant that the puppet had died. The Magic crystal had suffered from the energy backlash and self-destructed.
Ansadin's finger hovered above the magic circle. His originally shocked eyes gradually became filled with malice. His thin and long fingers slowly clenched into a fist. As the power of the dead gathered, all the Magic crystal on the magic circle suddenly shattered and disappeared.
Then, without hesitation, he reached out and opened a wooden cabinet door. Under the dim light, the "Puppet Statues" that were placed inside almost formed a mountain.
*****
At midnight, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in Paer Town.
The scouts had already lined up neatly on the drill ground. Ruger stood in front silently waiting for Roddy's orders, while Carter walked in the middle of the team, seriously carrying out his task as a "political commissar".
The team of Holy Knights beside him seemed to be a little scattered. Twenty professional knights and twenty Templar Guards with gigantic shields rode on their horses, all of them in a lightly-armored stance.
Inside the wooden house, Roddy sheathed two curved swords, tightened the strap of the quiver, picked up the short bow, and reached out to put the sleeping Nokia into his waist pocket. Then, he pushed the door open and walked out —
Akasha had been waiting outside the door for a few minutes. When she saw Roddy, she extinguished the light of the ring and followed him. Roddy nodded as a greeting, and then said, "If there is a battle, you must stay in the middle of the team. Don't let yourself be exposed. Remember, staying alive is the most important thing."
"Yes!"
Akasha nodded seriously and unconsciously tightened her grip on the ring in her hand.
Needless to say, this beautiful priest had once again misunderstood his thoughts — at this time, Roddy's mind was recalling how to fight against the Puppet Necromancer. The words he said just now were completely because he was complaining about the lack of "healing" in his heart.
When he walked to the front of the team, Roddy looked around and did not see Natha. He let out a sigh of relief in his heart. In fact, he also understood that if Natha was in her right mind, she would know very well that there was no reason for her to follow him to fight to the death.
It was human nature to seek luck and avoid danger. Roddy expressed his understanding. He also did not want this former "teacher" to follow him to face unknown enemies. After all, these things had nothing to do with her. If she was implicated, he would feel guilty …
This was one of the few emotional emotions that Roddy had. But as he walked to the front of the army, he suppressed the last trace of emotion. After roughly explaining the plan to Sodelor and the others, he directly gave the order to set off.
But just as he was about to mount his warhorse and leave, Natha suddenly came in front of him and said expressionlessly, "I only have one question."
Natha, who carried a short bow on her back, said indifferently. The new leather armor made her look completely different. But Roddy was not interested in observing all this. He just frowned slightly and waited for her to continue.
"If you die, who will save Elsa Village?"
Natha's words were too straightforward and even a little harsh. But her personality was like this, and Roddy was already used to it.
He opened his mouth to say someone, but when the words came to the tip of his tongue, he suddenly hesitated …
No one wanted to think about what would happen after they died, and Roddy was the same. But when Natha raised the question, he suddenly realized that the promise he made before … was really difficult to fulfill.
Yes, if I die, it means that these people are basically dead. If that's the case, who can help the Wood Elves? What's the point of helping them?
He could lie to others, but to Natha's "teacher", Roddy was not willing to say a single lie. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't guarantee this promise."
After saying this, Roddy was ready to be scolded. But unexpectedly, the Wood Elf in front of him did not look surprised at all. She actually found a horse to ride, pulled the reins, and joined the advancing army …
"This battle is very dangerous, and we may die."
Roddy shouted at Natha in the elven language.
"If I die and you live," in the cold wind, Natha gently pulled her hood up and said calmly, "remember your promise."
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