“Have they been sent back?

Is there anything on the way? "

Will asked as he looked at the figure walking out of the fog.

The person who came was Bandy, who had previously sent the rescued civilians back to the East City Gate.

"I didn't find anything on the way. I just encountered two bat-winged demons passing by. With the identity of the Blood Mist Sect, nothing happened."

Bendy said as he walked closer, looking at the man standing next to Will and Livia with some curiosity.

You know, the people who were rescued before didn't even dare to speak when looking at the three of them, let alone get so close.

Will frowned at what Bendy said.

"That's it?"

Seeing Will's face look a little serious, Livia also became serious.

"I just wanted to talk to you about this, but you interrupted me."

"I just went to the roof over there to take a look. Apart from a few vaguely visible bat-winged demons, there were basically no people or monsters around."

"Any questions?"

Will glanced at Livia.

"Logically speaking, there should still be cultists. The fires everywhere couldn't have been set by the nearly 'brainless' monsters like the Bat-winged Demons, but...

We didn’t meet any.”

"Indeed..." "Although the two of us have strayed from the main road, the road Bandy just took is the only way to go. It has been so long and it is impossible that those Shadow Panther Knights haven't arrived yet. In addition, we haven't encountered any cultists. The cultists should be attacking the lord's castle or the city guard camp."

After Will's analysis, Livia roughly understood the current situation.

"So?

We are now…” Will looked toward the road to the north.

"Let's go and take a look. Otherwise, it will take a long time for us to save them."

Livia nodded and turned to look at Jim beside her.

"Why don't you go to the East Gate first."

"I am a member of the city guard. I am familiar with that place. I can take you there."

Jim looked at Livia and said seriously.

"The East City Gate is very short of people right now. You should go there. You don't need to be familiar with the military camp in the north of the city."

Will suddenly interrupted from the side, his tone a little cold.

Although he didn't know why Livia was so nice to the city guard in front of him, he didn't want to bring another burden with him. If he brought him with him, according to his principles, he would naturally not care about this person's life or death. It would be better to refuse now than to regret it later.

Hearing the clear rejection in Will's words, Jim slowly closed his mouth.

"Indeed, there are too few people at the East City Gate right now. There should be a lot of civilians over there now. You can play a greater role there."

Livia felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward and hurried to smooth things over.

Will glanced at Bendy, who was standing next to him without saying a word, suggesting that he should take his people away.

Feeling a gaze suddenly piercing him, Bandy shuddered and quickly turned to look at the source of the gaze.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the obvious look of chasing people away in Will's eyes.

"Well, let's go..." He looked back at Jim and said weakly. He was still a little afraid when facing the city guards who used to be villagers.

"Just take him back to the East City Gate without having to go back again."

"ah?"

Since he had made up his mind not to bring the burden along, Will decided to send Bendy back as well.

"It's too troublesome. If we succeed here, you won't have to run back and forth."

Will didn't look at him, just turned his back and talked to himself.

At this moment, Bandy and Jim looked at each other, feeling a sense of sympathy.

Livia watched from the side and said nothing. After all, he roughly knew what Will was thinking. He didn't have any good way to deal with this kind of thing. It would be better to let Will solve it. He didn't have to do anything anyway.

…

Finally, Bendy and Jim accepted Will's 'proposal' and went to the East Gate.

"Let's go and see what happened. Even six Shadow Panther Knights can't solve it."

"Yeah." Looking at Will who turned around and jumped onto the roof, Livia broke out in a cold sweat.

This height...

It can kill two demon hunters.

…

In the pitch-black corridor, a door with luxurious patterns was gradually pushed open.

The light coming through the crack in the door illuminated the dark corridor.

It illuminated the bloody scene behind the dark figure pushing the door.

Looking at the open door, Marco was very calm behind the desk.

"Long time no see...

“My lord, my lord.”

"It's been a long time, Moore."

Marco tapped the table with the five fingers of his right hand, a smile appearing on his face.

But the smile on his face disappeared when he saw a figure thrown in from outside the door.

"Butler Morton...

After all, he watched you grow up. He didn't blame you when you did that. How could you...

Treat him like this!"

Marco's face was a little gloomy, and he looked at the man in front of him with a critical tone.

Looking at Marco, Moore sneered.

"Until now, I have been thinking about why I am in my current position...

Standing in front of you?"

“That incident back then was really me…

Did you do it?" Hearing his question, Marco's face became more gloomy, like a dark cloud.

"Or did I keep Morton on purpose...

I saved the butler's life just to let him know the truth."

The wounded old man lying on the ground raised his head with some difficulty, a look of confusion and puzzlement on his face.

Moore took two steps forward, pulled the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

Looking at Marco who was a little nervous because of his actions, he laughed again.

"It has come to this, why don't you talk about it? At worst, we can just deal with it later, right?

Um?"

Moore looked at Marco teasingly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"What on earth do you want to do..." Marco leaned back in his chair silently, looking at the person in front of him who made him feel unfamiliar, and said in a low voice.

“What do I want to do?

Isn't it very clear? With your...

It is impossible that you don't know your methods and insights, right? "

Moore feigned surprise and threw the question back.

The room was silent for a moment. Neither of them spoke, only the sound of soft breathing could be heard.

"What are you still pretending about!"

Moore roared, breaking the quiet atmosphere first.

"When you put the blame on me for Mochi's death, shouldn't you have thought about this day?

Didn’t your family want to kill my whole family outside? "

“What a pity…

You and your father never expected that my father would make a breakthrough and sacrifice himself to allow me to escape back to the manor. After that, I never left the manor again, leaving you no chance."

Having said this, Moore's emotions gradually calmed down, and he stared at Marco who didn't change at all behind the desk.

"Varied……

What...

?

? "

The old man on the ground murmured in disbelief, looking up at the lord he served behind the desk.

Feeling the questioning look in the old man's eyes, Marco remained silent.

"..." Looking at Marco, who had no expression on his face and made no rebuttal or movement behind the desk, the old man's face darkened. He had done many shady things for the Corral family and knew some of the methods used by the successive heads of the Corral family. However, he never expected that such methods would be used on the two affiliated families that had been serving their family for hundreds of years.

"Mochi has the talent to become a high-level knight or even a half-step legend. The Coral family no longer has the same enterprising spirit as before and only wants to consolidate their territory. In their view, Mochi is an unstable factor that can threaten their rule.

Since our family controls the caravan and most of the economic sources, they have always wanted to eliminate us and take back control of these.”

Moore said with a sneer on his face.

There is actually no very clear division of strength in this world. Most of the extraordinary people cannot be sure who is stronger or weaker unless they actually meet and fight. In the end, it was the Wizard Council, the overlord of the continent at that time, who roughly classified the levels of strength.

Low-level extraordinary people, most of the extraordinary people are at this stage, just like Deronwell and others.

High-level transcendents already have strength far beyond that of ordinary transcendents, and their performance is very different from that of ordinary transcendents, but they are still human after all. In fact, it is quite good if one person can fight against a hundred knights or dozens of ordinary transcendents.

The ones who are truly different from most extraordinary people are those in the legendary stage. They can already be hailed as legends. It can be imagined that their personal power is already able to surpass the mundane world and they can destroy a city and dominate a country.

The higher division is Origin. The specific strength is unclear, but being able to use the earliest historical Origin Calendar of mankind as a strength title, it is believed that it has at least stronger strength than Legend. There has been no extraordinary person called Origin since the middle and late Twilight Calendar. If the biography is true, then the Origin Wizard should have the power to move mountains, and the Origin Knight should have the strength to open up vast roads in the mountains.

Of course, monsters and non-human races do not recognize the levels of strength divided by the Wizard Council, that is, humans. The simplest example is the high-level vampire of the Blood Mist Sect. Although he is only high-level in title, his strength is much higher than the legendary wizard sent by the Wizard Council at that time. In the end, the legendary wizard and nine high-level wizards exiled it at the cost of their lives.

The classification of supernatural powers established by humans is not very clear. The strength of some long-lived monsters is far from being judged by the strength of their power. The most famous one is a moss troll that lived for more than 500 years. Due to its racial limitations, it only had low-level power. When it was captured by a legendary wizard, it killed the legendary wizard with a strange magic that had never been seen before. This was no joke at the time and was taken as a warning by all supernatural people.

The only remaining origin of the Wizard Council once expressed his opinion on the matter.

Even if it is low-level, it has the power to kill the Origin.

…

"Everything except the underground and the top of the castle has been cleared."

A bloody figure suddenly appeared at the door, speaking in a calm tone about a cruel thing.

"Um."

Moore responded expressionlessly, as if he had expected it.

This was indeed part of his plan.

Neither of them seemed to care that the owner of the castle was right next to them.

Marco sighed heavily.

…