"Your Excellency Korles, when did you come?" Lal looked at Zot's body and said with lingering fear.
"We just arrived...it seems you think people are too simple." Scola shook his blood-stained right hand and added, "You don't have to worry about that kid. I just confirmed that he has escaped from the palace."
Hunted."
Lal scratched the back of his head and nodded mechanically. Then, as if he remembered something, he suddenly raised his head and said, "By the way, Mr. Corles, what you asked me to do has been completed. The ship..."
"Very good, well done." Scola replied quickly and slightly perfunctorily, and at the same time, he leaned down and began to inspect Zot's body.
Lal smiled awkwardly, but he was not dissatisfied because of this. He had stayed with Scola (to be precise, the soul shepherded by Scola) for a while, and he had long been accustomed to his behavior.
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Scola Corless is such a person. He can be extremely conceited and at the same time unable to let others say anything, and will make the other party think afterward that "what that guy said seems to be okay."
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This seemingly bohemian and lazy guy will always give you an extremely serious feeling at critical moments.
You will never know how many tricks this guy who can always make people angry has, nor will you know what kind of existence can make such a "sane lunatic" surrender.
He is the perfect companion and the most terrifying enemy.
It was precisely because they knew that such a guy would not always be obedient that the Twelve Emperors Church decided to kill him.
Once this kind of guy stands on the opposite side of the empire, he will be extremely difficult to deal with. He can turn the entire Salius into his own possession in a few years, and he can also make people like "Collapse"
Large-scale resistance organizations such as "The Hidden Bad" are even more powerful.
"It seems that our old friend, Mr. Lennon Sivens, has received a very high level of divine favor." Scola muttered after inspecting the corpse.
This sentence also brought Lar out of his thoughts, but he knew that Scola was not asking at the moment, but talking to himself, so he wisely did not say anything.
"Forget it, we have to leave quickly. The Shrine has already started searching the port. It will become very dangerous here soon." Scola stood up and burned Zot's body with a handful of black flames.
"Well, Mr. Corles, is it okay for you to be so far away from Lacas?" Seeing that the other party had finished his work, Lar asked tentatively.
"Ah, no problem... I have to go to the scene in a while anyway. I caught a big fish this time. Those guys will definitely call me over." Scola came to Lar in a few steps and used one hand to
Hold his shoulders.
"Before that, I have to send you out first."
…
Walking along the edge of the port area towards the outside of Salius City, you will pass a deserted desert. According to rumors, this was the place where Salius executed his execution a long time ago, but now it has become a desert.
Uninhabited wasteland.
But tonight, it welcomed two visitors.
"Huh, huh... here... it should be almost done." Morses put down Hillerton, who was completely unconscious, and looked around.
Not long after, a sturdy figure walked out from behind a pile of rocks not far away.
"Oh, Mr. Shirleyton! What's wrong with him?" After Mark identified the person, he immediately ran over, knelt down in front of Shirleyton, and examined the other's hideous wounds.
"Are you the only one who escaped?" Morsis looked at Mark, then looked around, and asked.
"Yes, Sir Scholar, was it you who saved Mr. Hillerton?" Mark raised his head and replied with a somewhat anxious tone.
"I can only help him stop the bleeding temporarily. Personally, I suggest you hurry up and take him to find a doctor..." Morse said, turning around and continuing, "Lyle has finished playing, wait for Xi
Mr. Alleyton wakes up and lets him find a way to contact me."
Morses did not stay longer. After all, he needed to return to the Duke's mansion before the palace expanded the search area to the city, and there was not much time to waste.
"Yes, I understand, Sir Scholar." Mark was relatively simple-minded, but he also knew how critical the situation was, so he stopped talking nonsense, picked up Hillerton and ran out in the opposite direction.
…
"Damn, I'm so unlucky." Lennon Sivens, who was in tatters and in a state of embarrassment, opened the door of his shelter in Salius.
While he was carefully planning the murders of nobles, these shelters scattered throughout the city were born.
But as soon as he entered the door, Lennon Sivens noticed something was wrong, but his nervousness did not last long. After seeing the people in the room clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The reason why it is "temporary" is because this uninvited guest is his immediate boss, "Saint Calpe", the representative of the Twelve Emperors.
San Calpe still kept his appearance, spotless white robe, barefoot and with a gentle smile on his face.
"Sir, why do you..."
"You made a mistake." San Calpe interrupted Lennon with a voice that contained no trace of bad emotion.
"But, but the Shrine has effectively captured Lyle, and all the transcendent persons who entered the port area..." Although San Calpe's words did not contain any dissatisfaction, they made Lennon break out in a cold sweat.
San Calpe nodded, then turned around. Several golden arcane balls appeared around him, and ripples spread out in the air. Not long after, an image appeared in front of Lennon Sivens.
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That was the scene where he chased Hilleton and the third-class scholar wearing a mask under the moonlight!
"Sir, have you seen everything?" Lennon asked with a slightly uneasy expression.
This afternoon, Lennon Sivens suddenly received an order from San Calpe. The agent told him that a big battle would break out in the port area tonight and he needed to go deal with it.
In other words, tonight's action is not Lennon Sivens's arbitrary decision, but an order!
This is fundamentally different. If it is his own arbitrary decision, then no matter what the result is, he does not need to worry too much. But if it is an order, it may kill him!
"Because of your stupid behavior, you let go of an important person!" San Calpe's tone remained unchanged, but after hearing these words, Lennon stopped breathing for a few seconds.
"Sir...Sir, this is my mistake, but, I didn't expect that guy to possess the Pyroblast Talisman, and...and the shrine..."
"It's too early, isn't it? Shouldn't these intelligence tasks be done before taking action? As an assassin, don't you even investigate the target properly?" San Calpe interrupted the column again.
If so.
Lennon swallowed, lowered his head, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "I didn't do things well."
San Calpe shook his head and continued to speak in that gentle tone, "Don't be too satisfied with your current power, Sivens, it's just your tool..."
Lennon didn't dare to talk and could only listen to the other party gradually bring the topic to faith.
"...The power of God's Favorite comes from faith. If you really want stronger power, just let go of your body and mind and accept the glory of our emperor!" St. Calpe said.
"I will definitely live up to the glory of our emperor!" Lennon quickly made a fist with one hand, placed it across his chest, and said loudly.
Saint Calpe nodded and continued, "Find a way to get rid of Hillerton, and don't continue to implement plans against the nobles during this period."
"Yes!" Lennon replied, maintaining his previous pious attitude.
"Well, maintain the status quo, and do your best to destroy Shireton before I come back. Do you understand?" Before San Calpe finished speaking, Lennon suddenly raised his head.
"Are you leaving Salius?"
"To be precise, I left the province of Salius... to prepare some things." As he spoke, the corners of St. Calpe's mouth raised in a very rare way, revealing a smile.
When Lennon saw this, he didn't ask any more questions. Something that could make the person who was in front of him smile even if he didn't show his emotions and anger was probably not something he could get involved in.
"Presumably, the flowers will be in full bloom soon..." With an unexplained sigh, San Calpe disappeared from the spot.
Lennon remained as he was until he confirmed that the agent had left, then he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.
"I didn't expect Lord San Calpe to actually leave Salius. Hmm... stop the action temporarily. That means that bastard Scola can live for a few more days." Lennon thought of this and slapped his right hand fiercely.
Next, he smashed the table next to him.
"Saint Calpe is right, my power is not stable yet. Do I really have to become a complete believer of the Twelve Emperors to fully master this ability?" Lennon looked at his right hand, then sneered, "Haha
...As long as we can catch Scola, it doesn't matter anything, and we can get unimaginable benefits afterwards.
"By the way, there is also the boy who can open the treasure of the Fallen Wasteland, Morses... I thought the scholar from Hilleton would be him."
Lennon stood up, took out a new set of clothes from the closet, and said to himself, "Humph, at least a third-class scholar with third-class artifacts, if that kid can do this in two months
If that’s not the case, then I might as well go home and retire.”
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"This is considered to be a complete adjustment." On the grassland under the moonlit night, between the twelve ancient stone pillars, the spiritual body of Morses stood up and said to himself.
After rushing back to the Duke's mansion and sneaking back into the room silently, Morses immediately entered the spiritual world and meditated for a long time to repair the lost mental power.
"The losses tonight are not too great. Even the few charms prepared in advance were not used." Morses also bought a few charms from Hilleton before the action, but due to the long pursuit battle,
, never had a chance to use it.
Although it looked like he had escaped all the way back tonight, he actually made a lot of money.
First, he didn't lose anything.
Furthermore, he has gained the trust of Hillerton, and it will be very easy to obtain information in the future.
Finally, and most importantly, he finally saw how powerful Lennon Sivens is today, which will be of great help for future actions.
"Telmod...East...Telmod..." A voice that seemed to come from ancient times interrupted Morses' thinking. He had heard this voice countless times, but it had not changed once.
"Telmod...it seems that it is necessary to look up the name of this place. Maybe there will be some gains." Morses said thoughtfully.
