PS: Another contestant has left the competition, but the competition will continue.
Old World, capital of the Empire, Brunswick, the top floor of the Royal Hotel, master bedroom.
Ryan happily took a bath under the service of the dark elves and changed into a set of loose pajamas. He then opened the door to the room. At this time, there was only a single magic lamp in the room. Sulia was leaning against the headboard of the bed. The female knight seemed to be thinking about something with her head lowered. She was wearing a white fox fur nightgown with roses among the flowers. Her long, slender, and beautiful legs were covered with white silk stockings. Her beautiful, bright golden curls hung down from her shoulders and reached the bedsheets. When she saw Ryan enter, the female knight raised her head and smiled gently. "Ryan? You're done? "
The head maid, Sylvia, was sitting at the side. She wasn't wearing a maid uniform, which was rare. Instead, she was wearing a simple white shirt and slim-fit trousers. She moved a simple chair to sit in front of the bed and was talking to Suria. Little Devenhill had already been coaxed to sleep and was placed in another room.
This was different from what Laing had imagined. Suria's requirements for her son could only be described as harsh, and she didn't allow Laing to interfere. It had only been a few months, and Suria had already stopped Devenhill from sticking to his mother. The female knight hoped that little Devenhill could become a great knight in the future, and not a good-for-nothing who hid behind his parents.
Even the Fairy of the Lake hiding in Suria's body couldn't persuade the female knight, let alone Laing. Suria's requirements for little Devenhill were so strict that it was a little paranoid.
"I'm done, my lady." Laing waved his hand and leaned against the headboard in a relaxed manner. He looked lazy. "What are you talking about? My lady? Sylvia? "
"We're talking about you and Emilia. You've been attending banquets with Emilia these past few days, telling her about your glorious deeds. Do you not want to come back?" Suria said with a half-smile. The female knight's tone was playful and dangerous. "Let me guess. Did many people ask you to divorce and marry Emmanuel, Countess of the Empire?"
"Hahaha!" Laing knew that Suria was jealous. After all, she was his wife and legal wife. The duke held his wife's hand and teased her. "I kept asking you if you wanted to go, and you kept saying no. I'm in a difficult position."
"Didn't I ask you to keep Amelia busy and not let her know about this?!" Suria gently pinched Laing's hand. "I hope you understand," she said gently. "Laing, my husband, you're too big of a target. Too many people are watching your every move, so you can't participate in my and Olica's investigation."
"I know." Laing expressed his understanding.
After Suria made her decision, Olica and Suria told Laing about the matter. They also asked Laing to keep it a secret for now and keep Emilia busy so that she wouldn't know.
The Musician's Association had always been well-hidden. This was the biggest cult of sin in the Empire, and it had been hiding in Nur for thousands of years. Even Ludwig, the Savior, couldn't completely wipe out these sinful believers, which showed how well they hid.
Moreover, this cult of Chaos didn't participate in court politics or wars. They also rarely held large-scale gatherings and ceremonies. It was very difficult to catch them. After some discussion, Suria and Olica decided to find a way to completely eradicate this cult of Chaos. This idea was supported by Laing.
Therefore, they split up. Laing and Emilia attended various banquets in the Empire for the past few days. They also carried out diplomatic activities and diverted the attention of Emilia and the cult of Chaos.
Suria and Olica worked together to investigate and deal with the Musician's Association hidden in Nur.
"Did you find anything in the past few days?" Laing thought for a moment and asked casually.
"Go ahead, Sylvia." Suria smiled and gestured for Sylvia to speak.
The serious-looking maid nodded. She put her hands on her knees and said seriously, "Werner Von Rak's soul fragment has been interrogated by the dark elf. Unfortunately, he's just a small leader and doesn't know much."
After seeing the dark elf appear, Baron Werner immediately self-destructed and let his soul be devoured by the sin. He wanted to protect the secret.
Unfortunately, this guy's soul wasn't delicious enough. The evil god rejected his soul in disdain, and Olica took the opportunity to capture Werner's soul fragment.
"So far, we only know that the Musician's Association has reached an agreement with the biggest cult in the Empire, the Dark Purple Hand. They want to use the boy that the Treacherous Young Master summoned by the Treacherous Cult to replace little Frey Derick." Sylvia summarized the information. "Apart from that, we only know that the leader of the Musician's Association in Nur is called Lady Qingrou. We don't know anything about her appearance, age, personality, or position."
"So, is the Masquerade Ball still going on?" Laing frowned. He hated finding a needle in a haystack like this. Nur had a population of three to four hundred thousand. It was extremely difficult to find a woman in such a large city.
"It's still going on. The plan has only been temporarily suspended." Suria also frowned. The female knight held Laing's hand and leaned on Laing's shoulder. "The Treacherous Cult won't give up on the plan just because of a little setback. They don't care about failure at all. Failure is also a very interesting experience for them."
"That's what the Treacherous Cult is all about." Laing's face darkened. He smelled the fragrance in his wife's hair and asked, "What else do you know?"
"Most of the Musician's Association's ritual props are Treacherous symbols or statues. Snakes and reptiles are also frequent guests. The common symbols are chains, masks, belts, jewelry, and nails. They seem to regard piercing on the body as worship and fanaticism for Treacherous Cult. The more piercings, the heavier the nails … the more devout and fanatical the person is." Suria shook her head. "Apart from that, we can confirm that after the two strongholds were completely destroyed, the remaining believers in Brunswick have all fallen silent. Olica and I have investigated a few places but found nothing. They've all gone into hiding."
Suria leaned on her husband's shoulder and closed her eyes. "Olica's speculation is that Brunswick is not the place where the Musician's Association will carry out the Masquerade Ball. The Musician's Association is only here to investigate and confirm the target. The real plan should still be in Nur."
"Yes." Laing nodded. He thought for a moment and asked, "Then, do you think Olica's speculation is accurate?"
"At the very least, she knows Chaos and the Cult of Treachery better than we do." Suria hesitated for a moment, but she still said, "At the very least, she … has always been on our side. From that perspective, she can be trusted."
Laing instinctively felt that Suria seemed to be hiding something from Olica, or at least did not tell him everything.
However, from Laing's perspective, Olica was completely trustworthy, because he had carved spiritual stripes on her body. Therefore, Laing did not say anything more. He turned his attention to Sylvia. "Sylvia?"
"Lai … Laing?" The head maid had been listening carefully, but after hearing Laing's question, Sylvia's face turned red, and her tone became nervous. "What's the matter?"
The head maid had started "pre-marriage training" under Suria's request. She was particularly shy because of that. If it weren't for the fear of a certain dark elf, she wouldn't have stayed in the master bedroom at night.
"I've talked to Elector Wamir about Mr. Vincent." Laing put on a smile and said rather casually, "If everything goes well, Mr. Vincent will meet us in Nur Nur when we arrive!"
"Well …" Sylvia was stunned. The head maid raised her head and looked at Laing and Suria in disbelief. Then, Laing's solemn face and Suria's warm face both made her realize that it was not a joke.
"Thank you." The head maid, who had always been solemn and proud, finally lowered her head. Sorrow surged at her like a flood. Sylvia could only clench her hands hard and hold back her excitement. She had been separated from her father for more than ten years.
Suria watched everything with a smile. The female knight suddenly grabbed Sylvia's hands and said with a smile, "Sylvia, you can't just say 'thank you'. You have to take action! "
"Take, take, take … Take out some practical actions?!" Sylvia's entire face was blushing. The head maid was so shy that she almost buried her head in her chest. "My lady … I …"
"Just do what I taught you," Suria teased her. "I just taught you. How can you forget it so quickly?"
"I … I got it …" Sylvia's face was red, but she nodded firmly. It seemed that she was indeed going to do something.
The head maid pecked Laing's face as lightly as a dragonfly touching the water. Then, she quickly ran out of the room, blushing.
Laing shook his head with a bitter smile. He was not asking for anything in return. He only felt that he should do something for the diligent head maid. However, since it had already happened, he could only accept it.
Leaning against the pillow, the duke asked casually, "My lady, who do you think will win tomorrow?"
Suria looked at her husband with an amused expression and said, "Laing, my husband, do I look like a wizard to you?"
"Hahaha!" Laing laughed after hearing that. He pulled his wife into his arms and said, "Suria?"
"Yes?" Suria's sea blue eyes flashed with a sly light. The female knight asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Thank you for your hard work these days." Laing was a little apologetic. Although it was a division of labor, he did feel a little apologetic. He and Emilia attended all kinds of banquets, while Suria spent a lot of time investigating the Cult of Perversion with Olica.
"You really think it's hard work?" Suria looked up and stared at Laing.
"Yes."
"Then show some sincerity and enthusiasm. Otherwise, I'll be angry! Otherwise, my husband and his little maid will attend banquets for a few days and leave his wife alone. I can't pretend that nothing happened! "Suria revealed a dangerous smile that was enough to light up the room." Laing? "
"Hahaha!" Laing laughed.
Isn't that easy?
… I'm showing my sincerity and drive …
The next day, the Empire's Royal Wizard Academy, the Academy of Light, the Pyramid of Light.
The Empire's Royal Wizard Competition, the "Night of the Thousand Spells", officially began.
The top floor of the Pyramid of Light was a place similar to a large arena. It was built with pure marble. Whether it was the arena or the audience seats, they were all made of marble. After being strengthened by light magic, the buildings here had become extremely sturdy and difficult to be affected by magic.
The arena was about a thousand square meters, and the surrounding seats could accommodate more than a thousand people. In order to witness this duel, the Pyramid of Light was full today. Famous people from all over the Old World had come to the Empire's capital to watch the duel of the "Night of the Thousand Spells". This included many Kurfürst of the Empire, including the great nobles from all over the Empire, including Duke Laing and Duchess Suria from Brittany, the VIPs from Estalia and Tyrell, and even the dwarves and elves.
As if on purpose, Laing's seat was arranged to be not far from the Emperor. On his left sat Emilia, and on his right sat Suria. These two powerful women in the Old World were both dressed up beautifully. Many nobles could not help but sigh and say that Laing was indeed very popular with women.
"Originally, the Night of the Thousand Spells required a large number of wizards to determine the outcome of the duel, and then the Great Wizard would be selected." Emilia, who was wearing a standard Kurfürst uniform of the Empire, paired with black translucent tights and red strappy high heels, introduced to Suria and Laing, "But about ninety years ago, during the Night of the Thousand Spells, the hostility between the magic academies finally developed into a violent conflict. The mages attacked each other, and the night sky of Brunswick was filled with fireballs, lightning, and magic fire of various colors. After a magic backfire killed six of the eight deans in many cruel and terrifying ways, the Night of the Thousand Spells was modified, and only a few candidates could compete. "
"So that's how it is." Before Laing had time to ask about the history of this period, suddenly, a burst of cheers sounded from the northwest corner of the stands.
"Gehrman! Gehrman! Gehrman! "In the stands, everyone was shouting a name, and the sound of their voices could be heard everywhere.
This was a fire element Great Wizard with brown hair, crimson eyes, and faint smoke emitting from his body. He was more than two meters tall, with broad shoulders, a beard that was painted with oil, and a ferocious hooked nose. He was wearing a red-black robe of the Dean of the Flame Academy, and he held a black skull fire staff in his hand. His arms were branded with many fire spell runes, and because he had been gathering and increasing his mana storage, his hair and beard had already turned into burning flames.
He was the chief wizard of the royal family for two consecutive terms, the Dean of the Flame Academy, and the fire element Saint Wizard, Thernus Gehrman!
On the other side of the ring, the Empire's Great Alchemist, Bayershazer Gelt, strode into the ring. He was wearing a glowing magic cloak, a shining golden robe, and a golden mask. In front of his chest hung a golden amulet and a golden staff. Due to the mask covering his face, no one could see his expression clearly, but he still looked calm.
Both sides stood still and greeted each other. The golden Staff of Volan was placed near the ring, and at the tip of the staff was a statue of a golden griffin holding a key. This staff was extremely powerful.
Today, the Staff of Volan would welcome its new owner.
Both sides greeted each other, and the Emperor of the Empire gave a speech. Then, the Light Wizards opened the magic gears and raised the barrier. After that, they each made their own preparations.
Great Alchemist Bayershazer Gelt stood in the ring and stared at Thernus Gehrman from behind the golden mask. Many memories surfaced in his mind.
It had been eleven years since he had a fortuitous encounter in the Nord Territory.
Now, he was finally standing in this ring. The Great Alchemist felt a sense of relief. He still remembered the conversation he had with the supreme being who was both human and not human in the ancient saint ruins.
"The ultimate goal you desire is the future of mankind. Very good. Continue your loyalty to mankind and the Empire!" The being who looked down on all life and whose power was enough to illuminate the night sky said these words to him. Then, ancient and sacred spells and profound and vast knowledge entered his mind.
It was no longer difficult to cast spells. Galt could feel that before, he had to absorb the metal wind. Now, the metal wind was embracing him. He could feel that his power was becoming stronger and stronger. He could turn the impossible into the possible.
Becoming the Great Wizard of the Royal Family was only the first step, Gelt thought. He still had countless things to do. He wanted to continue fighting and researching for mankind, for the Old World, and for that supreme being.
"You may begin the match!" The crisp sound of the bell echoed throughout the venue. The new Supreme Dean of the Academy of Light and the Supreme Light Wizard Kant signaled for both sides to begin.
Thernus Gehrman immediately started casting. He seemed to have been prepared for this. The fire element Sanctuary Wizard took out a scroll from his bosom and tore it apart. As he chanted, a huge ball of fire elemental gas over three meters in diameter condensed in the blink of an eye! The energy of explosion and death burned fiercely in the air.
"Eight-circle spell, Pyroblast!"
"Pyroblast at the beginning!" A wizard who knew magic immediately shouted in surprise. "It's only been three seconds! Oh my god! "
It was just the beginning, and a Pyroblast was almost ready. Due to the area of effect of fire spells, it was almost impossible for Gelt to dodge!
At this time, Galt did not seem to have entered the rhythm of the match. He was still chanting, and the golden staff in his hand was still in the middle of casting. The Wind of Piety circled around him and condensed, making it seem like he was still preparing to cast a spell.
Karl-franz, who was sitting in the stands, frowned. What was Gelt doing? Spacing out?
The emperor still did not say a word. He only clenched his fists.
Thernus Gehrman was already prepared. He pointed the Fire Staff in his hand, and a Flame Burst flew directly towards Gehrman. Then, three giant flaming heads appeared out of thin air, burning and revolving around Gehrman. This was his next spell, and he was ready.
However, in the next second, Thernus' expression suddenly froze.
The entire arena lit up with golden light. It was the scorching golden light released from Gelt's body.
"How can mere flames be compared to Molten Metal!" The Great Alchemist softly said his famous words from behind the mask. Then, a dazzling light spread along Gelt's staff until his entire body exploded with endless golden light. Then, a hot wind swept across the entire arena!
"Great Spell of Piety, Void Dragon Smelting!"
All the audience in the venue had to close their eyes. The only thing they could hear was Thernus Gehrman's screams.
When the light dissipated, the scene in front of everyone's eyes widened and their mouths fell open in shock.
The marble floor of the arena was flowing with melted gold. Great Alchemist Gelt stood proudly in the middle of the arena. In front of him, the fire element Sanctuary Great Wizard Thernus Gehrman had already turned into a gilded statue. His face was filled with disbelief and extreme pain. The Pyroblast and Pyroblast that he had just released had also turned into molten gold and scattered on the marble floor, making sizzling sounds.
The match had only started for a dozen seconds, and the winner of the Night of Thousand Spells had been decided. The Volan Staff had a new owner.
The entire arena was silent.
At this moment, there was only one thought in the minds of many people sitting in the stands.
"WDNMD, he was insta-killed in one move. What a waste!"
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