Chapter 414: Speedrun, fury and success, who among the serious people would believe in the Goddess of Mist?

Sapphire Manor.

In early winter, the air is filled with mist.

The snowy owl standing on the bare branch seems to blend into the background of falling snow.

In the study, beside the mahogany table where the ink bottle, parchment and quill were placed, Yeats drank hot tea, gazed at the pine needles covered with white frost outside the window sill shaded by the crimson silk curtain, and slowly exhaled a puff of white mist.

"It's the third winter now."

Before I knew it, I had been in this world for three years.

From a weak baron who was once blocked from the threshold of transcendence, to the Grand Duke of the North who is now about to enter the Holy Land.

Yeats was accustomed to the customs and traditions of this world, such as various anniversaries, saints' days, festivals, and of course, the almost ubiquitous magic.

cluster--

Watching a purple flame burning at his fingertips, Yeats threw it thoughtfully towards the cold fireplace in the study. Suddenly, the fire was leaping with deep purple shadows, transmitting the encrypted message of the Dark Night Sect.

"Tonight at midnight, at the Mithril Barrel Tavern on the Third Street of Paris Gia, Athas will meet with members of the Thieves Guild."

That member disguised himself as a relative of Atas, which Atas did not know, but he could not hide it from the high priest of the Dark Night Sect who was also good at hiding and disguise.

Yeats arranged: "You go to Atas's residence and search for the "Fist of Fury", and I will follow him personally."

The shadow flame flickered, indicating that Margotha ​​had received the order, and then it went out with a "bang".

Yeats tapped the table with his right hand, which was wearing the Mammon ring, and thought:

"I don't know if Ms. Black Rose will show up... I have to wear the Thousand Illusion Mask and follow her as the Chosen One of Dark Night."

"If a member of the Thieves Guild steals the Fist of Fury from Athas, I'll gladly accept it!"

"If he fails and reveals his whereabouts, I can also capture him and find out who ordered him to do so..."

It is unlikely that Hastings would resort to trickery outside the duel.

He is a warrior whose mind is full of duels and he attaches great importance to the fairness of duels, which is also a reflection of the purity of the former God of War.

Yeats speculated that there was a disagreement among the three giants of the Vatican, and that Cesare, the "Duke of Poison" who was good at conspiracy and intrigue, was the mastermind behind this action and did not inform Hastings in advance.

The exact situation will only be known after the Thieves Guild member is captured.

If his guess is verified, it will prove that the Vatican is not a monolithic entity.

Perhaps, create a good opportunity to "treat" yourself...

Mammon's faint voice came from the golden ring worn on his knuckles.

"After you get the Fist of Rage, if you're worried about not being able to resolve the negative effects of the power of rage, you can leave it to me to handle."

Ye Zhi was stunned, thinking, why did you take the initiative to help me backstab the angry demon before I even opened my mouth? Then he thought, there are many factions among the demons, some are determined to create a "new hell", some are old-fashioned demons who kill people without hesitation, and some are like Mammon who are smart and make money through business.

The Wrathful Demon is a tyrannical being that takes pleasure in eating human heads and blood, which is completely different from Mammon's philosophy.

From Mammon’s perspective.

If everyone dies, where will I make money?

"Okay, it's a deal!" Yeats quickly reached a consensus with Mammon.

"Ah!" In the magical pet plane, Behemoth screamed.

I'm so hungry! Why haven't we eaten yet? I'm so hungry that I'm going to eat dirt! Ye Zhi rubbed his brows. Feeding Behemoth is indeed a big problem. The renewable epic resource "Hydra's Tail" can't regenerate fast enough to keep up with its consumption speed.

"We need to find a time to go to the top floor of the Food Tower and participate in the trial of the legendary kitchen utensil 'Arenil'."

Ye Zhi thought to himself: "As long as I get the legendary cauldron "Arenil", not only will my food attainments be taken to a higher level, but with the energy that the legendary cauldron can give to food, the pressure of feeding Behemoth will also be greatly alleviated!"

*Night falls.

Third Avenue is still awake, the lights decorate the streets along the Seine with splendor, high-end horse-drawn carriages travel on the cobblestone streets, the sound of the wheels rolling over the ground and the songs floating on the river interweave into a dream of decadence and luxury.

Paris Gaia has a rich nightlife.

Third Street is a popular place for dignitaries.

Different from the noisy pubs and smoky casinos, the entertainment facilities on Third Street are only open to the upper class. With the vigorous promotion of Mammon believers, it has become a den of money where people make a fortune every day.

The place where Atas met with his old friends was the "Mithril Bottle" tavern on Third Street.

In a private room.

The floor-to-ceiling windows face the Seine River at night. An ice bucket is placed on the table covered with a silk tablecloth, champagne is surrounded by ice mist, and the light runes decorated on the ceiling cast ambiguous light and shadows.

"I didn't expect you would ask me to meet in a place like this, old friend."

The black-haired man was burly, his explosive muscles unable to be concealed by his robe. He had a long, spider-like scar on his face and his eyes were filled with extreme disappointment.

"Have you forgotten our fallen comrades? They paid with blood and sacrificed everything. Do they want to see us indulge in alcohol and sex here?"

"Don't say that, Athas."

A man with a scruffy beard and shifty eyes sat in front of Atas, rubbed his hands, filled Atas's glass with champagne, and said with an apologetic smile: "A moment of enjoyment is for a better battle! Besides, I'll pay for this trip, what are you worried about?"

Atas frowned, thinking that he still needed to find out the truth from the other party, he took a deep breath and drank the champagne in front of him.

Bang! He put it down with all his strength, and the glass broke into pieces under the weight. The flying glass shards passed between the two of them, and the atmosphere instantly became cold.

"Tell me." Atas said hoarsely, "How are the people who stayed in King's Landing?"

The slovenly man was silent for a while, then said, "They are all dead."

"hiss--"

Suddenly.

Atas's eyes were bloodshot.

He clenched his teeth, couldn't help but breathe in cold air, and clenched his fists as hard as he could.

The whole table was shaking.

The plates on the table rattled.

The sloppy man quickly stretched out his hands, leaned forward, placed them on Atas's clenched fist, and said in a low voice:

"Calm down, Boss... As long as you're still alive, there's hope!"

“Hope?” Atas’ eyes were bloodshot, and he shook his head in self-mockery. “You don’t understand. The moment I escaped alone, there was no hope at all…”

He grabbed the champagne from the ice bucket, looked at it, and then raised his head to drink it.

"call--"

Atas wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth and said with red eyes:

"Now, what you have in front of you is just an empty shell..."

"I am afraid of death and want to live. The only thing I can do now is to perform well in the duel tournament and gain the protection of King Roland..." At the end of his words, the lion-like man choked up a little, as if he thought of his dead comrades and his cowardly self. The sound coming out of his throat was like the cry of a wounded beast.

The man with shifty eyebrows and rat-like eyes had a glimmer in his eyes, and whispered: "Boss, you fled to preserve the last spark of fire. As long as you haven't extinguished it, we have the possibility to start over again!"

Atas suddenly became alert, staring at the other party with his bloodshot eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I remember... you got separated from the main group... and how did you escape?"

The sloppy man had prepared a plan in advance, and answered fluently: "I joined the Thieves Guild, and sneaked out of the city through the rat trails... You know, I have always been a first-class expert in sneaking out and picking locks, which is also what the Thieves Guild needs. Nowadays, being a thief is also a good way to make a living!"

At the end of his words, a proud look appeared on the man's face, which didn't seem fake, and this alleviated a lot of Atas's doubts.

"The most useless guy survived." Atas muttered.

Hearing this, a gloomy look flashed across the sloppy man's eyes.

He was indeed Atas's comrade-in-arms and indeed worked for the Thieves Guild, so Atas did not notice anything.

However, the sect he actually joined was something else.

"You're right... I'm indeed the most useless person, always holding you back in the team. So I've slaughtered a few fat sheep and brought some good wine to honor you," the sloppy man said with an apologetic smile.

Atas looked bitter and shook his head, but said nothing. He just picked up the wine handed by the man and asked, "What is this?"

"Dwarven Liquor! The liquor brewed by the Goldbeard Tribe is also the purest and rarest liquor among all dwarven liquors!"

The sloppy man laughed and said, "This good stuff is rare, boss, please try it!"

Atas wanted to refuse, after all, there was a duel tomorrow, but when he thought of his dead comrades, the grief was like a poisonous snake biting at his heart, and he urgently needed an antidote to relieve it.

Atas picked up the gold-inlaid wine bottle and muttered to himself.

"I hope it's strong enough..."

Bang! The bull-like man fell headfirst onto the table, drunk, with the bottle of liquor beside him already empty.

The slovenly man sneered.

This thing is the real thing, and it also contains a special drug. It will kill you, a reckless man! As a comrade-in-arms of Atas, he had witnessed Atas's killing spree and knew that the gloves Atas wore were just to attract attention. The real thing was sewn into his wide belt and carried close to his body.

After staring at Atas for a moment again and confirming that he was drunk, the sloppy man raised a heart and carefully used the mage's hand to untie Atas's belt. Sure enough, he touched something in the belt.

The slovenly man was delighted, pretending to be drunk, and stood up slowly, saying:

"Someone, send this gentleman back to the inn!"

After going down the stairs and walking into the night, the man immediately accelerated and disappeared into the corner of the alley.

At the table.

Atas, who was drunk, suddenly stood up.

His eyes were clear and cold.

"I want to see who is so bold as to send someone to steal my things!"

He also left the tavern, restrained his breath, hid his body, and chased in the direction the sloppy man left.

Next to the wine house, on the top of a paulownia tree.

The crow stared with blood-red eyes.

Ye Zhi, who transformed into a shadow crow, witnessed the entire process of the two people testing each other.

"Attas is quite courageous. He deliberately let someone succeed in order to follow the clues and find the real culprit."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "What if he fights with the mastermind? Then shouldn't I just watch from the sidelines?"

"Give a sneak attack to whoever wins. They definitely won't suspect you!" suggested Zuanya.

This suggestion is very much to my liking! Ye Zhi flapped his wings, merged into the shadow, and continued to rush in the direction the two people left.

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There are undeveloped barren hills on the outskirts of Paris.

There are ancient castles built in the mountains and forests, far away from the city.

Next to an abandoned monastery, there are piles of graves, no one cares about them, and dense ancient trees.

Beside the old tree stood a figure in a gray robe. He looked at the figure coming towards him and said in a hoarse and vicissitudes voice: "Have you brought everything I asked for?"

"Yes, sir, it's right here!"

The slovenly man panted and flattered, "So, what about the Paris citizenship certificate you promised me?"

As long as you have the permit, you can walk into Paris openly and become a formal citizen on the streets of Paris, without having to live in fear every day like a rat in the sewer! Men have had enough of being thieves.

He wants to be a free man! The gray-robed figure laughed hoarsely and said, "That depends on whether you have accomplished the task!"

The two quickly exchanged the belts.

Ye Zhi observed secretly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

As the chosen one of the Mist Gods, he saw through the disguise illusion of the gray-robed old man at a glance.

The mastermind behind the scene, disguised as the old man in gray robes, was not a member of the Church, but the leader of the Dragon Eagle Knights, Violet! How could it be her? Ye Zhi was surprised and surprised.

Shouldn't Cesare have set his sights on the 'Ritual of Wrath'? Soon.

Yeats realized the cause and effect.

Most likely, someone from the Vatican was in contact with someone from the Thieves Guild, and that person happened to be the spy that Violet had bribed before, so Violet decided to take advantage of the situation and seize the Ritual of Wrath, thus making a great contribution!

Yeats didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This girl had the same idea as mine, but her considerations were still lacking.

Atas launched an uprising and was able to escape from the imperial capital alone, so how could his vigilance be so lax? Not long.

Atas appeared, staring coldly at Violet, who was in the image of a gray-robed old man, and questioned in a deep voice.

"Who are you? Why did you send someone to steal my things?!"

Seeing this.

Yeats was thoughtful.

Seeing that illusion was Atas's weakness, he couldn't tell the difference between the disguise illusion on Violet!

The sloppy man was startled and knew that the matter had been exposed, so he quickly hid behind Violet.

Violet laughed and said, "You are colluding with the devil, and you still have the nerve to ask me?"

"The things should still be with you, right?" Violet decided to use force. "Hand them over consciously. Don't make me do it myself!"

As the Knight Commander of the Dragon Eagle Knights, Violet just did not participate in the duel tournament, and she herself also has a six-ring level!

Even when facing Atas, Violet had no intention of backing down!

Atas snorted angrily, his whole body burning with dark golden flames, and he attacked Violet with his bare hands!

Bang! The fist and the sword collided with each other, creating bursts of metallic sounds.

The slovenly man watched the duel between the two masters, with a strange gleam in his eyes.

Suddenly.

He turned his back to the two of them, turned into a ball of mist, and ran away!

The fight between Atas and Violet suddenly stopped, and when they noticed the escaping fog, their faces changed at the same time.

"Oh no, it's the Mist Followers!" said Violet.

Atas patted his waist and found that the boxing gloves he had hidden on his body were also missing, and he thought he had been fooled.

I failed to guard against the illusion, giving that Mist believer an opportunity to switch things up!

Chase! The two reached a consensus at the same time and rushed towards the mist.

Ye Zhi's heart moved, and he immediately set up an illusion on the spot.

Limit tracking to two people.

He took a step ahead and came to the path that the Mist believers had to take.

In the dense jungle.

The sloppy man's face had been peeled off, revealing a silver-plated mask that made it impossible to identify his features. He was holding a pair of boxing gloves in his hands and laughing wildly in his heart.

As expected of me, I caused two masters to fight with my own strength, and they still haven't seen through my identity! "You did a good job--"

The masked man was stunned and asked in surprise: "Who!"

"In the name of Kirigakure, I have witnessed your path of the mist, and you deserve my reward."

Yeats imitated Daisy's tone and learned Daisy's intonation.

Plop! The masked man knelt down on the spot, choking with excitement and saying, "Goddess of the Mist! Did you hear my call? Yes, you have never abandoned us. Praise the Mist!"

Yeats was in a strange mood.

To be honest, Daisy has always viewed the Mist Followers as a joke.

Who among the serious people believes in the Goddess of Mist?

"Now, present your offering, and I will bless you..." Yeats continued to play tricks and released the divinity of the mist, creating a sky-breaking mist that enveloped the forest.

The masked man did not suspect anything and immediately placed a pair of leather boxing gloves on the ground in the woods, knelt down, kowtowed, and closed his eyes to pray.

"very good."

Ye Zhi stretched out his hand and a suction force pulled the boxing gloves to his side.

"Mammon, is it the real thing?" Yeats asked.

"Huh, huh, it's the real stuff." Mammon's breathing was slightly rapid, and his voice was full of hunger and greed. "I didn't expect it would be so easy to get the Fury Gloves!"

If I were not chosen by the God of Mist, this matter would be much more troublesome and might even alarm the Mist Sect.

But since I am proficient in illusion... Speedrun will be enough! Ye Zhi nodded with satisfaction, put the "Fist of Fury" into the ring, and said lightly: "Now, carefully sense the divinity in the realm of creation, and I will bless you with the mist..."

"Yes, I am listening to your voice and waiting for your blessing!" said the masked man fanatically.

"Do you really want to teach him magic?" Mammon asked.

"Teach me a damn thing! Just run away!"

After that, Ye Zhi did not linger any longer, leaving the masked man to continue kneeling in the forest.

"bite!"

"You have received the attention of the Mist Goddess."

"You have received the message from the Goddess of Mist."

Divine Communication, a sanctuary-level communication spell that can even transcend dimensions.

"Hahahahahaha." Daisy sent a string of voice messages.

Ye Zhi's forehead jumped.

What a meaningless divine message!

In the woods.

The masked man was confused, but without the guidance of the goddess, he did not dare to open his eyes.

Atas finally broke through the illusion created by Yeats and chased him to the forest, where he saw the man kneeling on the ground, defenseless.

"Is this also an illusion?" Atas frowned and confronted the masked man for a long time.

final.

Atas couldn't help himself and kicked him to the ground, "Hey, what are you doing!"

The masked man was stunned for a long time, and gradually came to his senses. He was filled with grief and anger, and shouted in injustice: "Damn colleagues, I was also deceived by the Mist believers!!"

(End of this chapter)