Chapter 120 Chapter 120 Disguise.
The knights on the riverbank noticed this scene and looked over one after another. Some of them subconsciously grasped the swords at their waists.
But their leader did not give the order, so no one acted rashly.
Su Cheng hesitated for a moment and decided to go over and say hello.
She walked around the monsters drinking water. The docile Pegasus showed no hostility towards the strangers. Instead, the knights in black armor were quite nervous.
But still no one spoke.
The silver-haired, blue-eyed man stared at her and nodded reservedly. The curve of his lips was distant yet polite. "...Space Mage?"
Su Cheng stood in front of him.
Those eyes with deep contours and rich colors are like a brilliant tropical sea, with lake blue and emerald green blending and burning.
The shallows are the translucent blue of the ocean, the edges of the pupils are tinged with the bright green of new leaves in early spring, and the lines of the irises shine like gold foil in the sunlight.
It also looks like a piece of jadeite that has been chiseled open.
His long, thick, silver-white eyelashes were like the first snow falling on a dangerous whirlpool, casting a shadow that concealed the unfathomable undercurrent.
"I can use that kind of magic," Su Cheng said softly, "but I won't think of myself that way."
This person is an expert among experts. She must be careful with her words and actions and not talk nonsense like before.
The silver-haired man nodded slightly. "Have I seen you somewhere before?"
His words sounded quite polite, and he used honorifics, but there was still a lingering arrogance.
That was probably the temperament cultivated by growing up in a wealthy family, and therefore it was difficult to conceal it with superficial words.
but--
There was no contempt or disdain in his eyes when he looked at people.
Compared with the nobles and even royal family members in the imperial capital, their senses are much better.
Su Cheng was a little surprised, "Do you think I look familiar?"
"No," the silver-haired man said calmly, "it's the way you looked at me, as if you had seen an old friend."
Su Cheng choked, "That, that's because... I seem to have seen you, or your portrait, somewhere before? Are you a lord somewhere?"
The silver-haired man showed some understanding on his face, "Have you been to Miserlos?"
Su Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you really the Lord?"
He nodded. "I am Hurwitz de Montagne III, but now I am only a servant of the Dark God, an ordinary mystical knight, so you don't need to call me that."
Su Cheng: “…”
Judging from the attitude of the people around him, he knew that he was not an ordinary knight.
Su Cheng was a little worried at first. He seemed to have been away from home for many years. If he asked about Miseros's situation, he would not know how to make up a story.
In the end, Hurwitz didn't mention that at all. Instead, he asked her seriously why she came.
Su Cheng said that he was just passing by and took a look when he felt someone was here.
He was a little surprised. "So you're not here for the remnants of Jingyin Society?"
Su Cheng: “?”
Jingyin Society?
Remnants?
The word sounds like it describes an organization that has collapsed or is about to disappear, with only a small number of members left.
Considering that the Jingyin Society was still active after a thousand years, so many members died in just one base in the imperial capital, and those who died might not be all of them, but only those who were present at the time.
So more than a thousand years ago, it was probably not truly eradicated.
Maybe they were only eradicated on the surface?
From an openly religious organization, it became a secret sect that hides its true identity? And so on.
The gods worshipped by the members of Jingyin Society are the Phantom God and the Dream God. In the future, these two will be allies of the Dark God - even if they are not now, they should not be enemies.
Unless, the current Jingyin Society does not worship these two gods.
Su Cheng showed a confused look at the right moment, "...what?"
Hurwitz looked at her quietly, his eyes sharp, probably realizing that her reaction was not fake. "You don't know them?"
Su Cheng shook his head slightly. "I know very little. They have many ways to disguise themselves as others, right? So they need to send out experts like you because these people are difficult to find?"
She felt that no matter what, this would probably not change.
"That's right," Hurwitz nodded slightly, "Someone disguised himself as a member of the secret cult and killed a high-ranking clergyman of the Church—"
Su Cheng couldn't help but frown.
Whether this was a malicious provocation or a deliberate attempt to worsen relations between the two sects, it seemed to be consistent with the group's style of doing things.
She still doesn't know the ultimate purpose of the man who plays Prince Aguila.
But it is hard to say whether that person wanted to bring down Prince Cassiopeia, who was close to the Vatican, out of an actor's professionalism to continue the personal feud between the two sisters, or because he had more ideas.
Su Cheng: "Did that person escape to the village here?"
"It's this direction," Hurwitz nodded slowly. "Also, this town is her hometown, or rather, the person whose identity was taken away grew up here. I need to confirm a few things."
He didn't say anything more.
Since they had important things to do, Su Cheng didn't want to disturb them too much, so he followed them into the town and ate some strange-tasting barbecue and mushroom soup in the tavern.
She mentally vowed never to eat anything here again as she walked down the tavern steps, just in time to see the tall figure of a silver-haired man appear at the intersection.
He was followed by two black-armored knights and a young man dressed as a resident in a floral dress.
The local woman had a bulging belly and looked to be at least six or seven months pregnant. She had one hand on her waist and the other holding a basket of fruit.
She appeared to be trying to push the basket towards Hurwitz.
The latter seemed accustomed to dealing with such matters. He nodded calmly and reservedly, and accepted it directly without much resistance.
Then he turned his head and looked at his subordinates behind him.
A knight immediately took out his coins and stuffed a few glittering gold and silver coins over.
Su Cheng soon heard their conversation.
"How can this be so embarrassing!"
The man blushed and waved his hands.
"I can't accept it. The elders have already helped us a lot by bringing back my sister's pension. Otherwise, we wouldn't have the money to repair the house..."
However, the knights left quickly and she had no chance to push the coin back.
Su Cheng left the town and watched the Pegasus rest by the water. Two servants were guarding there, casting vigilant glances at her from time to time.
Hurwitz came back soon after, and was not surprised to see her here.
"Your Mightiness--"
The silver-haired man raised his hand to stroke the mane of a Pegasus, then combed its damp wings. "I'm glad you're here. It saves me the trouble of looking for you."
Su Cheng was silent for a moment, "You must have a way to find me. I don't really want to fight with you here."
"A wise choice," Hurwitz said solemnly, "It seems you know what I mean."
"Yeah," Su Cheng nodded, "You wouldn't say so much to any random space mage passing by. Besides, I don't want to fight with you. It's not because I'm afraid of you, you may not be able to beat me, I just have some problems."
The silver-haired man raised his eyebrows slightly, "Your strength is indeed unquestionable. I can feel it."
His radiant green eyes flickered with a certain pride that came from self-confidence. "But that doesn't mean the battle between us will be without suspense."
Su Cheng looked at him helplessly, "...are we going to prove this point now?"
"No, unless you insist," he said, adjusting the exquisite saddle on his horse's back gracefully. "I would like you to accompany me to the sanctuary of Highgarden."
That is the highest hall of the Eternal Night Cult, and it is said that it is also the place where the Dark God most often appears. He will bless the most devout believers there.
Su Cheng didn't say anything.
"I think you've had the experience of being chased by people calling you a 'fake god', or any similar unpleasant experience—"
Hurwitz paused. "In fact, there are many people blessed by the ancient gods in the secret cult. If you perform well enough, His Majesty the Dark God may even teach you how to use that power personally."
Su Cheng looked at him in shock.
She guessed that the other party had some way of sensing the aura of a "false god" on her, whether it was the door or the dancer from earlier.
But this sounds a bit weird.
Su Cheng: "Are there many blessing givers?"
Hurwitz nodded slightly. "I am."
Su Cheng: “?”
Su Cheng: "Whose?"
The silver-haired man glanced at her, "I don't think I'm prying into your privacy like that, Your Excellency."
Su Cheng: "...Forgive my curiosity. In fact, I'm not even sure if I'm the so-called blessing giver."
Hurwitz didn't show any surprise. "Have you seen it?"
Su Cheng hesitated for a moment, "How do you define 'see'?"
"Any kind of connection or contact will grant you some kind of power. This is how they influence our world in the void."
Hurwitz explained calmly, "Magicians are more likely to be obsessed with this kind of gift, especially young people. I can understand, but—"
"But the secret cult must control these people," Su Cheng said, "to ensure that they are under supervision and do not run away and widely publicize the existence of the so-called ancient gods."
"That's a reason," Hurwitz said without anger. "Do you think you're strong enough to challenge the entire Church? Or their master?"
Su Cheng understood.
The Vatican's attitude towards those so-called blessed by the ancient gods is more harsh, and the secret sect can protect these people in a sense.
If you were out there on your own and encountered a high-ranking clergyman from the Holy See, you might not always be able to escape successfully.
You have to know that the last batch of priests were not serious masters at all.
Su Cheng: "To be honest, I really have a lot of questions, so I'm willing to go with you. It would be my honor to meet His Majesty the Dark God himself."
Hurwitz looked at her seriously. "That might happen—"
The other knights all looked at him in horror, clearly shocked by their superior's attitude.
"However," Su Cheng raised his hand, "I want to tell you something. You should hold a high position in the cult, right? Do you know anyone from Salon?"
The knights' expressions became very subtle.
Hurwitz's face was calm. "What's wrong?"
Su Cheng hesitated for a moment, "...Who has a higher position, you or that Lord Saron?"
"I."
"Oh," Su Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. "That's right. Do you know Iron Cage Town?"
Since this person's attitude towards the so-called ancient gods was not so extreme, she thought that maybe she could talk to him about it.
Su Cheng recounted what happened in Tielong Town.
About the unscrupulous businessman who triggered bidding wars between the two sects, and how Lord Salon's subordinate Leliana was instigated by her subordinates to let the bandit group go to the town, etc.
Su Cheng: "Honestly, if we kill that businessman, we can just let him go, but I think... if those people are really bandits, they might not stop. Tielong Town is still very prosperous. I know that the secret cult's style of action is not to massacre villages and cities at will, but this kind of thing can easily be used by the Church to put the blame on you and portray them as heroes who are fighting against you and saving the people."
Hurwitz listened with a frown, his eyes darkening. "Take me there and point out the direction that group of people left."
Su Cheng had left Tielong Town for a few days, but because she was teleported all the way here, she could still teleport back at any time.
She reached out and grabbed the silver-haired man's wrist guard.
The latter stiffened slightly.
Perhaps he was not used to such touch, so he almost forced himself not to move.
The next second they were thousands of miles away.
Su Cheng was briefly dizzy for a few seconds.
This level of teleportation consumes quite a bit of energy, but it can be recovered quickly for her.
The wind carried the smell of gunpowder, mixed with dust and blood.
The land in the valley beneath my feet has become charred and cracked, and the once lush green grass has disappeared.
She looked up and saw the collapsed house.
Of that familiar three-story building, only half of the wall remains, and all the furniture is buried under the roof.
Her gaze went down the hillside and saw the town in ruins.
The square in the center of the town has now turned into a deep pit with a diameter of 100 meters, and the cracks in the ground spread outward like a spider web.
Countless cracks extended to both sides, like a scar running across the east and west, splitting the scattered blocks in half.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
