Chapter 459: Sad News

Early the next morning, Lynch woke up the two men who were in poor mental state, and the carriage rushed to Altdorf listlessly.

Coincidentally, Lynch met a suspicious elven wizard halfway.

He was a middle-aged elf in a green robe. Judging from his messy hair and face that had not been washed for several days, he did not look like an elf at all.

He also saw Lynch and his group heading south. Unexpectedly, he could see Lynch.

Even so, he still dared to rush forward with a face full of bitterness and hatred. Lynch had to cheer for him. As a reward, the lizard man rushed over quickly and pressed him and his horse to the ground.

"I carry an order from the White Tower!" shouted the archmage who seemed to be fallen, unfortunately.

"Elf boy! You should go and get the decree about me from the Ancient Saint!" As he said that, Lynch almost sent him to see the Ancient Saint.

He was clean, with no trace of corruption on him.

"Master Belannaar needs you to return to the White Tower! Teclis! Save me!"

Even with the naked eye, one could see the great wizard's fear, because Lynch's sharp nails were approaching his neck.

Eugen, who was watching the fun, dug out a rope and quickly jumped off the carriage, preparing to use a rag to plug the wizard's mouth for chanting spells, and tied up his hands that could draw magic symbols tightly with the rope.

Teclis got off the carriage a step later and looked at Anurion, the Green of Saphiri, seriously.

“In the name of Lilith, Anurion, look me in the eyes and tell me.

Why would Belannaar the Wise, the Supreme Mage Swordsman, Lord of the White Tower, convey information to me through a traitor?"

The green Anurion's originally lively expression was stunned for a moment.

"What? Traitor?"

Eugen almost stuffed the dirty cloth into his mouth.

He even forgot to resist. Eugen tied his hands neatly and quickly, and stretched out his evil hands to take away the spell materials from the wizard's robe.

With a wave of his staff, Teclis reproduced the image of the interrogation in the Shadow Forest in mid-air.

In a short period of time, the whole cause and effect passed through Anurion's eyes, which made him even more confused.

"I did hire people to look for the moss in the central mountains. You know, I've been doing similar things. If we don't protect them, it will be difficult for us to extract medical drugs from them after they become extinct.

Asuryan can vouch for me! I never leave extra information in a commission, especially about demons."

Language was pale, and he was declared not guilty only after undergoing several full body examinations.

All the spell materials he lost during the inspection were confiscated by Eugen, and he only got back a packet of seeds.

After the brief and intense encounter, he finally had time to turn his heavy eyes toward Teclis and force himself to utter the command:

"You should return, sir. You must succeed the White Tower immediately. The document from the Magisterial Council has been issued. You are now the Supreme Mage."

"I think there must be other reasons behind this. The Council wasn't so eager to push me to the top of the White Tower three months ago."

Something must have changed in Ulthuan regarding Teclis, Lynch knew, and perhaps only he and Eugen were left on the road ahead.

"Please accept my condolences and forgive my words, Your Excellency, I must tell you this news. Master Thornbury has passed away, and your father has completed his final journey peacefully.

Your brother Tyrion and mentor Belannaar are eager for you to return as soon as possible, immediately! Immediately!"

Lynch had never seen Tigris stop thinking completely, and he was almost forgetting the ups and downs of his emotions when he was a hot-blood.

Without saying anything more, Lynch just quietly took Eugen away, leaving the carriage to the two elves. The horse that was almost crushed to death by Lynch was Eugen's new means of transportation. It was a long time before Lynch heard the words brought by the wind. Teclis had arranged for Anurion to check the Altdorf Embassy. With the elves' spies in the human empire to cooperate, the lizardmen did not need to cause trouble.

It is said that not only the elf ambassador Bai'an is suspected of corruption, but some bureaucrats of the empire are also suspected.

There is a larger underground organization involved behind this, and Lynch doesn't have that much time to play house with them. Later, a professional team of Hoeth Swordmasters will come from Ulthuan to meet with the Emperor of the Empire.

Now Lynch just needs to hurry and solve the mystery of Ashorankā as soon as possible.

The journey was much quieter, and it hadn't been so noisy since the dwarves left. Following the path through a swamp, countless fields and villages appeared in Lynch's sight . The white walls of the imperial capital were already clearly visible. Even before entering the city, Lynch could see the imperial palace standing on the Rick River.

Even mortals can see it.

Altdorf is the crown of the Empire, the holy city of Sigmar.

Splendor and corruption are perfectly integrated. The knights of the gods all have their bases here, but the light of the gods cannot dispel the shadows in the darkness.

Lynch wasn't sure whether more enemies or civilians would die if the place was burned down.

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After further reflection, he gave up his radical plan.

Altdorf seemed undefended during the day, and the dusty oracle entered the city without being checked.

Eugen, who had keen intuition, had begun to feel uneasy. Ironically, the occasional dwarves on the road gave him a sense of security far beyond that of his own kind.

Lynch and Eugen both felt that people who had just arrived in Altdorf would definitely get lost.

The streets of the capital city do not intersect properly, and the ancient and newly built buildings are connected together.

If there were no magic in this world, there would be no safety risks in the layout of Aldorf, and there would be no problems with the building materials.

This was the first time Lynch had seen a race that dared to tear down the guide stones and use the fragments to build a house.

Since they did not perform the profanation ritual, the node still functioned.

Altdorf is probably a haunted city at night, and all the myths and legends about Altdorf may be illusions induced by the guidestone.

Compared to the dimensional stone, the guide stone is much safer, but it is also the crystallization of magical power.

Some areas of Altdorf have now been transformed into large complexes of waystones.

Perhaps the elves knew about the various strange phenomena that humans encountered in the local area, but they would definitely not remind humans.

It was like explaining infinite dimensions to a child; the Nexus was still functioning, and the mental state of the local residents was not something the elves could take into account.

More importantly, the locals seemed to be accustomed to such strange phenomena. Even if outsiders pointed out that Aldorf was different from other places, they would treat it as a joke and use it to ridicule the outsider bumpkins.

Lynch didn't know whether this was their innate optimism or whether they still didn't notice anything wrong after living in Altdorf for decades.

Maybe ignorance is bliss, since they can't change anything anyway.

(End of this chapter)