[I had some personal things to do. I told you that I would write more chapters for free. I won't publish them this month, and I will make them up before the end of the month. Everyone, stop counting. Haha, I will keep my promise. I will remember the missing chapters.]
Fayern's body was enveloped by his black mage robe, and he started to think.
Neither Neris nor Salin would lie to him. The difference in levels was too big, and the lie detection spell was almost irresistible.
The information that Neris got was too shocking. The Holy Church had sent a lot of people into the Qinyin Empire ten years ago, and there were probably more spies in the empire before that. These groups of people didn't communicate with each other, and each group had their own missions. This silver sword saint who was sneak-attacked by Byrne was hiding in Qinyin for Princess Rex.
The problem was that these two people were already in Haditha before Princess Rex arrived at Bitter Water City.
Even if there were spies from the Tanggulas Empire around the prince, they couldn't get the information so quickly. There were no teleportation arrays between the two empires, and only a few big cities in Qinyin had them. Also, there was a record of each usage, and the powerful magic surges couldn't be hidden.
The two empires were thousands of kilometers away from each other. Even if the Holy Church got the information immediately, they couldn't send people here in advance.
Could it be a prophecy spell? But a prophecy that happened ten years later was too ridiculous. Could it be that a god was descending? But this plane couldn't contain the existence of a god.
"Fayern, don't think about the Holy Church. Let Father think about it. What about Haditha City? "
"Go around Haditha City, and we will continue." Fayern couldn't think of anything right now. If they continued to stay in Haditha City, the enemies would have other plans. It was better to just ignore it. As long as Princess Rex could get to Holy Rock City, the emperor and the prince could decide everything else.
As for framing Princess Rex? With the Godly Luo Ring, Princess Rex had the capital even if she couldn't get the land. The Holy Church should be the one to be careful of. This kind of infiltration was the scariest.
Neris wanted to say something, but Salin didn't care about other people's stares and stared at Neris. Fayern's choice was reasonable. If they got rid of Haditha City, the enemies wouldn't be able to do anything. Nelis was still thinking about the other Level Eight profession, which needed to be filled with human lives.
If he stayed in Haditha City to solve the problem first, he would be able to take advantage of the situation by the side. He was afraid that one or two of the four Black Iron Sword Saints would die. Salin couldn't let Nelis mess around. Demons were still very skilled in bewitching people.
Neris could feel the anger in Salin's heart, so she didn't dare to give any more ideas.
Princess Rex pondered for a while. She also knew that there would be casualties if she stayed to deal with it. If Nelis's plan failed, the silver Sword Saint would only attack his own soldiers out of anger. That would be very troublesome. Earl Moclari? Since he had pledged his allegiance to the House of Commons, there was no need to worry about his life or death.
This was originally a very complicated matter, but as long as one made up their mind to give up, it suddenly became simple.
"Alright, let's get going then." Princess Rex took a deep look at Nelis and left Fayern's tent. She also realized that there was a problem with Nelis's strategy. Although there was a possibility of success, many people would die.
The army of Kushui Prefecture increased their marching speed. They quickly went around Haditha City and headed east. If they weren't elites, the soldiers would have long been exhausted and lost the ability to fight after this.
On top of Haditha City's city wall, a middle-aged man in a linen robe watched the army leave through an alchemy telescope. He sneered and turned to leave. He held a long sword in his hand. The top of the city wall was already dyed red with blood, and there were corpses of soldiers everywhere.
This middle-aged man pulled up his hood and covered his face. He leaped down the city wall that was more than ten meters high and rushed all the way to the mayor's mansion. His long sword was very thin and full of engravings. It was hidden in his long robe. There were still many people on the road. When the middle-aged man walked by, the people nearby couldn't help but make way.
He didn't exert any pressure. He just walked quickly, and an invisible path appeared in the crowd.
The mayor's mansion was tall and majestic. There were more than ten soldiers in front of the door. This middle-aged man didn't stop and walked inside. The soldiers only felt their vision blur and then a little dizzy. They couldn't remember what happened for a moment. When the middle-aged man disappeared, the soldiers came back to their senses. They looked at each other and screamed in panic.
The middle-aged man walked through the front hall and went around the main hall with ease. He walked to the study room.
Further inside, there were senior swordsmen in soft armor. The middle-aged man's clothes fluttered in the wind. He didn't stop moving. Behind him, more than ten soldiers of the mayor's mansion were already lying on the ground.
"Stop!"
A violent voice sounded. A huge metal shield slammed toward the middle-aged man's face. This metal shield was more than twenty centimeters taller than a normal person. There was a person's head behind the shield. This person's hair wasn't long and stood on end. His beard was messy like weeds. His eyes were round and cloudy. He looked like a drunken tramp.
This heavy shield was shining with a dark light. Obviously, the sword qi had already penetrated it. If it hit a person, it could directly smash a heavy armored warrior into a meat patty.
The middle-aged man raised his long eyebrows. He reached out his left hand from his sleeve and pressed on the huge metal shield.
Like a giant beast being stopped by a mountain, the metal shield made a dull sound. The giant behind the shield was so shocked that his eyeballs bulged out. Blood flowed out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and mouth.
The middle-aged man's slender sword in his right hand pierced through the front of the shield. It was like stabbing a child's toy.
Bang!
As the middle-aged man pulled out his sword, the metal shield fell to the ground and smashed a row of bricks.
The giant couldn't believe that he was defeated like this. The enemy didn't use any tricks and directly broke through his strongest defense. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked at the giant's unwilling expression and sneered, "You think you're a sword saint with just a little sword qi?"
After saying that, the middle-aged man pushed the giant with his left hand. The giant fell heavily on the ground. The giant was pressed under the metal shield. Blood splashed everywhere.
"Victor, what are you doing?!" In the study room, a man in his forties dressed like a noble walked out. Behind him was a sorcerer in a gray magic robe.
"Sir Earl, I'm sorry, but I need to borrow your head." After saying that, the middle-aged man kicked and the metal shield, weighing hundreds of pounds, flew into the air and smashed toward Earl Morclari.
Hum …
The air in the entire courtyard began to vibrate, and a cyan shield visible to the naked eye blocked the way. The Magician behind Earl Morclari instantly cast a Level-5 spell. The metal shield smashed into the magic shield, and there was a sound of air exploding. The magic shield was shattered by this simple blow, and the metal shield flew to the side.
The Magician's expression changed dramatically. Although the wind shield was only a Level-5 spell, it had a special characteristic. Even if it was shattered, it would reform until the spell was completed. But after the metal shield shattered the wind shield, the wind elements in the whole yard no longer obeyed, and the wind shield completely dissipated.
Silver sword saint!
The Magician was afraid. He was only Level-5 and could barely fly with the help of magic tools. If the opponent was a silver sword saint, his speed was not worth mentioning at all.
"Cultivation is not easy. Go." The silver sword saint called Victor looked at the Magician, his eyes cold. If the other party opposed him, he didn't mind a little trouble. Anyway, it would take at least half an hour for the soldiers of Haditha to gather, enough time to kill a swordsman-level Earl.
The Magician hesitated and retreated. He was only sent by the Prince as a lobbyist. There was no need to lose his life.
Earl Morclari was about to shout for help, but there were still his bodyguards stationed in the yard behind him.
"Sir Earl, if your bodyguards are killed by me, your son will be finished." Victor walked toward Earl Morclari with a sarcastic expression.
Earl Morclari couldn't shout for help. For his son's title, he would rather offend the princess and rely on the House of Commons. If this silver sword saint only wanted to kill him, as long as his son didn't die, the bloodline of the family could be passed on. If his bodyguards died, his son would inevitably lose supporters, and it would be difficult for the family to gather so many strong people. Those were all swordsmen.
Swish …
A white sword light flashed, and Earl Morclari's head was already in Victor's hand. Only the body remained for a long time, but it didn't fall, blood gushing out.
The Magician was gone. Victor lifted the head and looked at the Earl's face, which was filled with grievances. "What a good father. Don't worry, I won't kill your son."
As soon as Victor's voice fell, Earl Morclari's body fell to the ground. Heavy footsteps came from behind. Victor carried the head, jumped over the high wall, drew a white line in the air, and flew out of the Mayor's Mansion. As soon as he left, the Mayor's Mansion was in chaos. A handsome young man with long black hair came to Earl Morclari's body with a dozen bodyguards. He leaned over and stared blankly at the familiar clothes. He felt a fire in his chest being suppressed, and his vision went black as he fell to the ground.
Haditha was an important city, with five thousand elites and tens of thousands of support soldiers. But the news of the Mayor's death hadn't spread yet. Victor flew out of the Mayor's Mansion, landed, and left calmly. No one stopped him.
It wasn't until he left Haditha that the black-haired young man woke up in the Mayor's Mansion. His tears flowed wildly, and he hissed, "It must be that bitch Rex. Not only did he kill my soldiers, he even hired assassins to kill the nobles of the Empire. Mobilize the troops immediately. I'm going to chase after him and kill all those despicable people in Kushui Commandery! "
"Young Master Jaron!"
"Young Master!"
The bodyguards grabbed the black-haired young man and snatched his sword. The young master was only a beginner swordsman. He would probably die if he chased after the enemy. These bodyguards were all descendants of the family, so they naturally couldn't let the young master die.
"Baron, calm down. The Earl is dead, and Haditha needs you to stabilize. Go and block the news. Don't let anyone know. Who found the Magician? "The bodyguard leader held the black-haired young man down and asked the guards of the Mayor's Mansion.
The black-haired young man shook off the bodyguard leader's hand and knelt on the ground. He touched the body with his hand, and tears flowed down again.
"Go and do your job. I won't be reckless. Send people to follow the people in Kushui Commandery. I want to see Magician Spardian. " The black-haired young man suppressed his grief. He knew that if Spardian could easily kill his father under the attack of a level-five Magician, it would be useless for him to chase after him. He might as well ask for help from the Mage Tower outside of Haditha. He had provided for Spardian for more than ten years, so he wouldn't refuse this request.
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