Someone seemed to be waiting outside the door. Even though he neither knocked nor made any footsteps, and the two guards were equally indifferent, Sylvanus had always been more inclined to trust his instincts.
He also guessed who the visitor was. "Ka'ampang. My first minister." Only Ka'ampang could make the guards unresponsive. He had the witchcraft that he had entrusted to himself, so that he could pass unimpeded. "Your moment of glory will come soon, but like the justice we seek a little late. Don't be impatient. My promise is worth more than all the deeds of the nobles of San Carlos put together."
The door opened, and the person who came was indeed Kaampang. His face was as pale as paper. Sylvanus realized something had changed. "He's dead," Kaampang said. His body was shaking. "I didn't even see the appearance of the enemy. Those soldiers also obeyed his orders... Sir leader, your spell..."
Black magic is costly but not difficult to master. As for every magic warrior who is mysteriously manipulated, the leader knows their situation well. These things are actually still alive, but the brain that controls the body has been destroyed by magic so that the instructions of the caster can be carried out. Based on this characteristic, he can make a stand-in with Kaampang's consciousness and disguise his appearance, but it is more difficult to spread bait in the outer city. Although the bait is a one-time use, Sylvanus has not yet decided whether to ditch it.
"My witchcraft is not abnormal." Sylvanus told him, "but it only works on the living dead. Now they are either alive or completely dead. Anyway, you got the information that the magic warrior has no effect on him , San Carlos will remember your exploits."
"The enemy is a mysterious creature." His first minister was frightened. "Lord Chief, I think I need strength to protect your cause."
Sylvanus wouldn't have minded lighting the fire for him, but not now. Kaampang's existence was more important than he thought. If he had become a mythical being, Sylvanus would have no reason to pick a second mortal as bait. Besides, he didn't like having mystics in charge of his sorcery spells.
"I have business to attend to, Kaampang." There was no second group of hapless demon hunter prisoners to interrupt the conversation, but Sylvanus had absolute command over every army under his command. Soon there was a knock on the door. "Your intelligence will deflect the situation of the battle, but now your fighting companions need you to return to the safe house. If you are not satisfied with those two girls, there are sweethearts of other races in the warehouse who are starving and freezing, waiting for you rescue."
"But……"
"There's something I think you should know, First Minister: I never say an order a second time."
Ka'ampang left with fear, and new troubles came immediately. "Tobais." The leader's tone was no longer patient. "What new ideas do you have to consume our few mysterious creature warriors?"
The person who came here was nearly six feet tall, and his shiny purple velvet jacket was inlaid with six crystal buttons of different colors, which became the source of light reflected by all the mirrors in the basement. There was a beautiful noble sword hanging on his waist. The semicircular brass guard was really beautiful, but the dress trousers underneath were ill-fitting and his shoes were stained with mud.
"Our consumption is within the expected bottom line. Sir, how can there be no casualties in a war?" Tobais said disapprovingly. He played with the button with his hand, revealing the large stone on the ring.
"You'd better not let others see you acting like this." He warned.
"You don't have to worry. Coming and going without a trace is what I rely on for a living, my lord."
This is true. Tobais was originally a famous thief who was hunted down by patrols and cross knights. But since he has survived until now, it is enough to prove his worth. Silvanus handed over the wandering assassins, nightingales, and adventurers from the mercenary group who specialized in this to Tobais. Since the last assassination failed, this guy has not given him a worse result. .
But he will not forget that the only task he has given Tobais is this one. I should have sent this garbage to the support team. "You are here to report on the infiltration operations. I don't want to hear your nonsense."
Tobais shrugged, and the tassel on his chest swayed. "The tower's envoy is not in the city, and he was indeed responsible for several explosions. Obviously, the White Envoy is targeting our military supplies. As for his source, I have no right to identify it."
"You mean Rasputin?" He is the general manager in charge of this area, and he comes from a large mercenary group in San Carlos. Such people are often not easily trusted by others, and Silvanus is not an exception among "others".
"Is there anyone else?"
"I'll tell him to stop thinking. Besides, it might not be him."
"Who else do you suspect? Me? Or those demons?" Tobais asked, "Like I said, sir, your spymaster can't even deal with a fat pig quartermaster who is lining his own pockets, let alone changing the situation of the war. A star of hope.”
His eccentricity made Sylvanus uncomfortable. "Do your job well and avoid provoking Rasputin and the Nameless One." He warned, "I just want you to keep an eye on them. As a thief, your professional skills must not only use whips and iron spikes to torture and extract confessions."
"But it's the easiest." Tobais took the order and left.
Finally seeing the dazzling hedgehog rolling out of sight, the leader couldn't help but feel relaxed. When Tobais goes into the basement without his coat, no one wants to go near him. It was Tobais's idea to attract attention to mortals with witchcraft. Now he seemed to want more, but Sylvanus didn't want to compromise with light pollution.
What's more, only he knows what the devil means to the rebels. If we abandon this sharp blade out of fear, the great cause of rebuilding San Carlos will be doomed to have no way out.
He walked off the high platform and faced the huge full-length mirror at the end. "Here he comes," Sylvanus said to himself.
"It's too late." He said to himself in the mirror, but in reality he was listening. "I thought your little gang was going to be wiped out last night."
"We captured the Demon Hunter last night and immediately executed him publicly after extracting a confession. Maybe the White Envoy wanted to save his colleagues, but we acted quickly."
"He may have other intentions."
"This is exactly why I contacted you, madam. According to the agreement, you are responsible for my safety, and the victory of the war will be achieved with the hands of your companions. I have begun to eliminate the demon hunters in the outer city, and you should also show your of sincerity.”
"Mr. Sylvanus, I hope you understand that you are interrupting a woman's most cherished sweet time in her life."
"The years on the battlefield are equally unforgettable." The leader meant.
"Hmph, that's right, joy and fear are always inseparable." The man in the mirror replied, "I will keep my promise, but there is one thing you must remember: I can only help you limit the White Envoy. It is absolutely impossible to defeat him head-on. Impossible, unless you find help in the tower... This period is your only chance to capture San Carlos, and your life is in your own hands."
"I know everything."
The "lady" in the mirror tilted her head. "Honestly, I'm still not sure he would be coerced by you for the greater good."
"I know the rules of the aristocratic game in the mysterious realm better than you do." He replied, "Eastman is on land, but San Carlos is in the air. Chloe can only choose to accept the fact, otherwise the whole of San Carlos will fall to the devil's side. It will cause the Sky Tower to be ruined and become a laughing stock in the mysterious realm."
"You have a good idea, but the plan will inevitably have accidents. Listen, Silvanus, if you fail to achieve the final victory, I will take away some of your memories of me. In fact, I am very interested in becoming a high-level student." The tower’s wanted criminals are not the least bit interested.”
I do not have either. He was not surprised that the other party would make such a request. "Then the contract is established. You can come here, madam. Once all the demon hunters outside the red wall are killed or expelled, I will close the net immediately." It seems that his poor first minister Ka'ampang may not be able to wait for the ignition The day of fire. But it doesn't matter, either Tobais or Rasputin are more suitable to be the First Minister than a stupid mortal.
The mirror rippled.
The airflow in the room swirled, as if a strong wind was approaching. The silhouette of the reflection shrinks and twists, re-forming into a vague goose-yellow gown, filled with dense lace and layers of silk. When the cuffed arm stuck out of the mirror, Silvanus saw the shiny gold collar on the snow-white collarbone, and the small chain penetrated into the space bound by the low-cut belt. He looked away before the head on his neck passed through the mirror.
The lady wears a fiery red feather mask and has a graceful figure when walking. As she approached Sylvanus, he felt the mysterious squeeze thinning, as if he were entering the peaceful eye of the storm.
The lady in front of him made a deeper impression on him than any other big shot he had ever seen. This was due to the attraction of profession. Silvanus felt that the woman who walked out of the mirror was a real Sky Realm wizard. He had already made a guess, so he wasn't surprised. When the man in the mirror asked for cooperation, Silvanus readily agreed. Even though there is still a gap between his own mystery and Kongjing, their purposes do not conflict, and both of them get what they need.
What's more, Silvanus knew that a sky wizard was not suitable to rule San Carlos. After all, it belongs to Chloe, and Kongjing should treat it with caution. "Madam, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" But no matter what, at this moment Silvanus wanted to ask for help, and he lowered his profile as he expected.
"My name is Lametta," she said. "I wish you had never heard of it."
This name didn't seem like his real name. He had never heard of it. But similarly, what Sylvanus saw at the wedding was not her true appearance. Hiding your head and showing your tail won't make people look good, but it's safe enough. "My warriors are decreasing, Lord Lametta." This is what happened when communicating with Tobais. Since he was prepared, he was not anxious.
"Yes, he is coming to your lair soon. It's a pity that he didn't use the ladder, otherwise he wouldn't have to work hard." Under Lametta's fiery red mask, a smile appeared on her white lips.
