"Yes! That's right, it's him! "Anida's arms, adorned with all kinds of jewelry, gripped the table tightly.
The hunchbacked man's face was sweating. Just a short prophecy had used up a lot of his magic.
The image on the crystal ball stopped at this moment, and Leon's face was gradually shrouded by the white fog, becoming blurred.
"Oh no!" The hunchbacked man subconsciously turned off the crystal ball and immediately activated the protection circle in the room. He motioned for Anida to lie down immediately. The moment the two of them lay down, an angry and moving female voice swept through the area. "Who dares to use the Great Prophecy spell to predict my Chosen One?!"
The two of them did not make a sound.
The confusion circle set up by the hunchbacked man worked. The Goddess of the Lake scanned the area but did not find the target. She could not use her magic to scan for too long, so she left after finding nothing.
Ten minutes later, the two of them finally stood up again. Anida was in a mess. Her silk dress was stained with dust, her stockings were hooked, and her makeup was ruined. "Well, at least now we know that Laing is protected by the Bitch of the Lake."
"Ah …" The hunchbacked man also got up. He shook his head. "I can't complete the Great Prophecy spell. President Anida, please take your money and go back."
"No, you can't use the Prophecy spell. You can use the Word of Truth! The Bitch of the Lake can only protect his future, not his past. If you want the money, I can give you more! " Anida took out five gold coins. The woman madly scratched the prophet's neck with her sharp nails.
The hunchbacked man's body trembled violently. He knew that he had fallen too deep, but as a prophet of the Tzeentch Cult, he knew that if he dared to refuse, Anida would kill him directly.
The lunatics of the Cult of Sex Sin could do anything, because the doctrine of Sex Sin encouraged all kinds of atrocities and tried all kinds of evil. The followers of the Gods of Chaos not only killed each other, but also killed each other all day long even if they were in the same cult.
In the end, the hunchbacked man reached out his trembling hand and took the money.
Truth Word Magic was the opposite of Prophecy Magic. Prophecy Magic tried to predict a person's future, while Truth Word Magic tried to trace a person's past.
Under Aneda's gaze, the prophet once again extended his hand towards the crystal ball.
Words of Truth could not be cast on Saints or above, nor on Archbishops of the Church. Most Dukes or above would have their court mages cast spells to protect their past. However, Laing was not one of them, and Words of Truth was barely effective on him.
Laing's face appeared in the crystal ball once again, and then his face gradually became younger and younger. The things that the white wolf knight had experienced gradually appeared before the two of them.
"Yes, that's it, that's it!" Anieda nodded repeatedly.
But when it went back to the year when Laing was three years old, another golden fog shrouded Laing's past and covered the crystal ball tightly.
"Yes! This was the place! Quick! I want to see clearly where he came from! "Anieda's slender fingernails grabbed the prophet's collar," Quick! "
The prophet could only reach out his hand and continue to painfully inject his life force into the crystal ball. This caused him to rapidly age at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The scene in the crystal ball began to change.
What surprised the two was that the scene in the crystal ball was no longer focused on the young Laing. Instead, it directly left this world, traversing through the endless void of the universe and terrifying giant subspace storms.
Laing came from outside this world?!
"Ah! Ahhhhh!!! " The prophet's entire body was rapidly crystallizing. His life force, his soul, and all the energy of his flesh and blood were frantically being absorbed by the Truth Word Magic. In the blink of an eye, the prophet's hands had completely crystallized. The crystallization continued to spread towards his shoulders, and gradually spread to his entire body.
After passing through the endless subspace storms, the last thing that appeared in the crystal ball was a planet enveloped in sacred golden light. Then, everything came to an abrupt end. The crystal ball exploded under the gaze of some supreme existence, turning into dust.
"No!!!" The prophet's eyes spewed out scorching flames as his body suddenly burned. The red flames burned the prophet's entire body in the blink of an eye.
The Truth Word Magic was still extracting the prophet's energy.
His entire life force and soul? Not enough!
The life force and soul of the entire village of Tzeentch Sect? Not enough!
All the Chaos energy in the Chaos Altar under the village? It was still far from enough!
The Truth Word Magic continued to extract from the believers of Tzeentch and the God of Darkness.
Subspace, Chaos Realm. A scream came from inside Tzeentch's maze. The Lord of Myriad Changes, God of Fate, one of the four evil gods of Chaos, Tzeentch, was wailing incessantly. It realized that nearly a quarter of its Chaos energy had been consumed by the counterattack of a believer's Truth Word Magic.
In a fit of rage, the God of Darkness turned countless believers into Chaos Eggs, but this was a story for later.
Under Anida's shocked gaze, half of the prophet's body turned to ashes and the other half turned into crystals. Not only that, but everyone in the village was blinded and turned into idiots. The buildings in the village collapsed in the flames and earthquakes. Anida had only escaped for a few minutes when the village turned to ashes. Then, due to the destruction of the underground altar, it collapsed and turned into ruins.
The president of the Aesthetical Society was dumbfounded. She really couldn't figure out why the Truth Word Magic, which had always been effective, didn't work on Laing and had even ended up like this.
Anida could only come to a conclusion. Laing had a deep connection with the Lake Fairy, who also came from outside the world. The Lake Fairy had paid a huge price to protect his past.
Finally, looking at the village that had turned to ashes, the president of the Aesthetical Society suddenly felt that this process was very pleasant and artistic. She stuck out her tongue and said contemptuously, "Serves you right."
With that said, she gestured to the carriage driver who was also dumbfounded. "Let's go back."
After passing through the endless eternal subspace storm and the endless void of the universe, in the physical universe, human homeworld, Holy Terra.
The supreme existence was originally busy digesting the pure cosmic energy left behind by the Ancient Sage, but a small prying awakened his consciousness.
"Laing?"
"My beloved son, Laing is in danger! Someone is trying to pry into his past through witchcraft. "
"… Laing is the most precious and fatal part of my plan to reverse the corruption. Nothing must happen to him."
"… He needs the help of the Imperial Guard's 10,000-man regiment!"
…
Marlin Castle, 53 Amber Avenue, in the living room on the first floor, Veronica was walking in circles.
Veronica paced back and forth with a headache, the sound of her high-heeled shoes could be heard. "Vice President Jacob died in battle, but we've been wandering around aimlessly, wasting so much time. In the end, such a big thing happened. How am I going to explain this to Senator Sofia and Teacher Margarita?"
"At least we didn't come out empty-handed." Laing was sitting on a chair.
The two's investigation was not without results. They learned from the owner and the staff of the tailor shop that the Aesthetic Society held art salons regularly. It was a closed, internal art salon that only accepted members and great artists.
"What's the use of investigating the Aesthetic Society? Bernt's tracks are underground! "Veronica said irritably.
"You're wrong, Veronica! If I were Bernt, I would never hide underground at this time. " Laing said softly. The death of the Master Demonhunter pained him. "Don't forget, the three thousand underground expeditionary forces have already set off. If Bernt was in his right mind, he would be looking for death if he hid underground."
Veronica nodded. The followers of the Blood God were never good at hiding and running away.
"And on the surface, with the whole city on alert, only one organization has the ability to provide shelter for him, and that is the Aesthetic Society!" Laing slammed his cup down on the table. "So it all comes back to the Aesthetic Society."
"... Mr. Laing, Miss Veronica, I'm ready." Emilia appeared.
She'd changed into a standard maid's outfit, a white apron decorated with flounces, a white-collared dress, and a pair of short black leather boots.
A normal maid's uniform was completely different from what some people imagined. Amelia didn't have any special accessories other than the bow on her collar. She was wrapped up tightly like a nun. She wore a white headscarf and tied up her long blonde hair.
"Mister Leon, can we start now?" Amelia, who had changed into a maid's outfit, revealed her original appearance.
Emilia's original appearance was very beautiful. The girl's appearance was not like the witches and sorceresses of Garland. The girl's temperament was more like a spring in the mountains. She had a pair of clear blue eyes, a beautiful oval face, and milky white skin. She was quiet and delicate. Beauty and strength formed a perfect combination on the girl's body.
At first glance, she wasn't stunning, but she made people feel very comfortable, sweet and clear.
"Let's begin!" Laing nodded.
Emilia took out a large number of tools and various paints, and she began to disguise Laing.
"Well, such a handsome Laing actually wants to dress up as an artist to participate in the art salon? My great knight, are you sure you understand art? " Veronica stood aside and watched Emilia's makeup with great interest. Under the girl's small hands, Laing's face gradually changed from a standard handsome Aachen man to a masculine southern man.
"Yes, I'm pretending to be an artist from the southern kingdom, the Kingdom of Liguria." In order not to affect Emilia's movements, Laing only snorted. "Although I don't understand art, I know the dark art of the hedonistic sects very well. I think it'll be easy for me to sneak into the art salon."
Veronica and Amelia both understood the meaning behind the man's words. The little maid's face turned red, and her hands didn't stop moving. Only Veronica said sarcastically, "Oh, I still believe you on this. After all …"
The witch's face turned even redder. She turned her head away and stopped talking. Only Kathlyn looked at her teacher curiously. She didn't quite understand.
"By the way, Emilia, did you see my surname from my scabbard?" Laing changed the topic to Emilia.
"Yes, Mr. Laing, you always carry the Fu … that sword on your back. Your full name is written on the scabbard." Emilia said softly, "And the story of the establishment of the special order of knights. It's all written on the scabbard. Since Mr. Laing did this, I guess you didn't intend to hide it, so I secretly read it during the journey. Um … Mr. Laing, you won't mind, right?"
"I always thought that no one in the wilderness of Nord would understand High Gothic." Laing said casually, "It's okay. You can stay here. It's safe here. No one will hurt you. Also, just call me Laing."
"Thank you! Mr. Laing … Laing. "Emilia was very happy. Obviously, this was what she wanted.
Under the girl's little hands, Laing's disguise was complete.
"How long can it last?" Ryan looked at himself in the mirror. He was very satisfied, because this appearance was very similar to the figure in his memory that he couldn't forget.
"For a day, as long as you don't get burned by fire or splashed with corrosive acid, there will be no problem," Emilia said softly.
"Very good!" Laing took out a black tuxedo and put it on. Then, he stuck a rose on his chest. "Done. Let's go."
Laing wanted to get closer to the witch, but she rejected him with disdain. "Don't use that face to get close to me."
"Okay, I'm going."
8 PM, outskirts of Marlinburg, Violet Manor of the Aesthetic Society.
Today, Violet Manor was full of guests. Artists from all over the continent gathered to participate in the art salon organized by the beautiful Anneda Klausner. A large number of citizens, nobles, and merchants who didn't have the opportunity to enter the salon also gathered around the manor's gate to watch.
"Look! That's the painter Durer from the Southern Kingdoms! "
"Oh my god! Artist Rubens from the Empire is here too! "
"That's the famous sculptor Angor!"
No matter who came, Anneda Klausner welcomed them warmly at the door. She was wearing a low-cut green evening gown. Even in such a cold winter night, her beauty did not diminish at all. "Welcome, masters."
"Wow! I didn't expect the great architect Forster to come as well! "Someone exclaimed," Wait a minute! Master Forster brought a young man with him! "
"He looks like a southerner!"
"Who is he?"
Master Forster got off the carriage with the help of Laing. He was an old man with a head full of white hair. The old gentleman whispered in the young man's ear, "If it wasn't for Schultz's request, I really wouldn't want to participate in this boring art salon with a knight who spends all his time fighting battles."
"Thank you, Master Forster!" Laing said in a low voice. He was very respectful.
"Follow me closely. Remember, a qualified artist should never be alone or left out of the conversation." Forster's face was full of wrinkles. This old gentleman was already seventy years old. He was the most outstanding master architect in the last fifty years. He oversaw many renovations of the Empire's royal palaces and was one of the few authorities in the field of architecture.
"Oh! Oh my god! It's Master Forster! Welcome! " Anneda's eyes lit up. "Welcome. Your presence brings light to this manor."
"You're welcome." Forster was worthy of such praise. The old gentleman only nodded as a greeting.
"By the way, who is this?" Anneda looked curiously at the young man beside Forster. The young man had short black hair, and what was rare was that his eyes were also black. The young man's body was very strong.
"Introduce yourself," Forster said.
The young man politely went up to greet Anneda.
"Hello, President Anneda. My name is Van, Van Darkholme. I'm an artist, a performance artist. I'm hired by people to fulfill their fantasies."
"Their dark and deep fantasies."
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