Marquis Sanchez stood frozen in place, his muscles seemingly petrified by a strange magic.
His body was so stiff that he couldn't even twitch a finger.
He could only lean against the edge of the carriage, looking up at the mysterious man in front of him.
Who is he?
What did he mean by what he said?
Marquis Sanchet felt an unprecedented sense of crisis growing in his heart, and the scene from just now kept replaying in his mind.
Like a reflection rippling on a lake, it appears distorted and unstable as the heart trembles.
Even though the other person's eyes were completely covered by a heavy hood, the bright sunlight could not reveal the mystery beneath the hood.
But for some reason, beneath this mysterious concealment,
He could strongly feel the other person's sharp gaze piercing through the shadows, as if a thousand needles were piercing his soul.
At this moment, even as a high-ranking warrior, he felt an urge to seek help well up deep within him.
Because he knew very well that the mysterious figure in front of him was someone he could not match.
That seemingly casual glance alone was enough to unsettle him.
If this person is truly determined to kill him...
Marquis Sanchez dared not continue thinking about it.
Otherwise, his future life would likely be spent in constant shadow.
Finally, after he regained some control over his body, his eyes eagerly scanned his surroundings.
They are seeking any possible support and assistance.
However, he discovered that the servants accompanying him were all frozen like wax figures, completely motionless.
Even the demi-human guards at Miss Lia's door did not tremble in the slightest.
Even the fur on its body was no longer affected by the wind, as if time around it had completely stood still.
Fortunately,
The mysterious man had already turned and left.
Marquis Sanchez watched his retreating figure stiffly.
He continued walking toward the Clevina family mansion until he finally disappeared from sight.
At that moment, the world around us seemed to regain its sound.
Suddenly, a cacophony of voices, hurried footsteps, and the sound of carriages rolling across the road filled the surroundings.
Even the laughter of children in the distance drifted over.
Ahead, the horse pulling the luxurious carriage neighed impatiently.
And so, Marquis Sanchet's eyes widened.
After the scene before him flickered and blurred, he seemed to return to the real world.
His gaze swept over the demi-human guards standing at the door; they remained motionless.
They seemed completely unaware that someone had just entered.
However, as the breeze blew, their once still fur and ears swayed gently, as if they had been given new life.
The servants nearby looked at the Marquis with puzzled expressions, and one of them asked cautiously:
"My lord, are you feeling alright?"
Marquis Sancher turned his head, his brow furrowed, and looked at the servant beside him in disbelief.
Even the servants standing next to him didn't see that person!
And judging from this, it seems like...
When that person appeared, time seemed to stand still.
Only he himself could continue to think during this stagnant time.
Stop time...
Does such an ability really exist?
Suddenly, a cold sweat broke out on his back.
His arms began to tremble slightly from nervousness, making it difficult to even grip the smooth, delicate carriage door.
A new conjecture involuntarily arose in the Marquis of Sancher's mind.
Stopping time certainly seems terrifying, but what if it were a completely new kind of magic?
After all, it wouldn't be surprising if those mages could come up with any kind of magic.
If the man were a monk, his warning would seem reasonable.
Because he happened to know a genius mage.
Moreover, that mage happened to have a close relationship with the Clevina family.
The other party is most likely...
“Ve...k...to”.
It seems that everything makes sense under this name.
Ten years ago, the other party was a legendary mage who shocked the world.
It wouldn't be surprising if he developed some amazing new magic ten years from now.
In particular, there was the reaction of the Liya family head.
Why was she so indifferent to Shul's abilities?
Because Viktor didn't die at all! She doesn't care!
It was all a trap; the Clevner family was waiting for the nobles to walk right into it one by one.
Since arriving in the kingdom, Lia has never returned to her territory, nor has she ever met Priscilla.
Because they were deliberately trying to arouse suspicion among the nobles.
By using the news of Victor's "fake death" to incite the greed of the nobles.
In the end, they wiped out all the nobles in one fell swoop.
At that moment, Marquis Sanchet felt a chill rise up his spine.
What a cunning and terrifying trap this is!
In fact, no one would even notice.
After all, Viktor had been "dead" for ten years, and everyone thought he had really left this world.
No one would believe that someone would fake their death for ten years just to carry out a meticulously planned trap against the nobles.
No wonder the Clevina family has been able to thrive in the empire to this day, even becoming a powerful force that controls everything.
Sancher had no choice but to comply.
The most important reason he realized all this was because the other person's last words reminded him.
'You're lucky you didn't give me a reason to kill you.'
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