Dust of History Chapter 14: in the shadows
Dang watched Xiaoyi being led out of the dungeon by the group of swordsmen. When the place was empty and he was the only one left, the corners of Clovis' eyes suddenly became wet.
This is weakness. Definitely a sign of weakness. In the past, Clovis would have been maddened by his own reaction. In his mind, he has always been the strongest, most perfect, and most successful incarnation, as majestic as the **** standing on the top of the world in mythology, looking down on the common people like a dog. Any kind of enjoyment, tenderness, smiles, tears, seemed to him a sign of weakness, a trait of waste. He not only rejects these, but also hates them extremely, just like a beautiful poet can't stand rotting corpses, shit, and maggots writhing on them.
But now he already feels indifferent, and even feels a little happy. Aside from venting on the verge of madness in the prison, at least it was the first time he'd cried under normal circumstances as far as he could remember.
More than a month ago, he was the captain of the famous Holy Knights, the disciple of the empire's number one swordsman, the number one knight in the capital, the deputy of the most powerful Duke Mrak in the empire, and he could even be said to be the heir. But suddenly it was nothing. Even worse than those lowest untouchables, he is just a prisoner, not even a person, just a prop used to blackmail others.
Flying from the clouds of glorious fame and power to hell, and was kicked down by his own god-like Duke as trash. He had a complete breakdown, almost insane. But here he only faces the cold walls and steel fences, and Xiao Yi who treats him purely as a lunatic, and no one pays attention to him. So after countless futile vents and painful madness, he finally accepted the reality and became sober.
As for the woman on the opposite side who was his wife in name, even though she was also held here as a hostage, she was so calm and calm. Prepare as carefully as you are going to a rare celebration. It was only then that he discovered the reason why he had always hated her so much: in front of her true strength, he was just a coward disguised as pretentious. In fact, I have always envied her and liked her, but I was afraid of being ashamed in front of her, and I was afraid that I would find myself worthless. That's why he hated her so much and avoided her.
Seeing her calm and looking forward to the execution ground, Clovis felt sour. He didn't believe that there were idiots who knew that there was a dead end and would come, but he also knew that the Duke never did anything he was not sure of.
After she had been away for a long time, finally there was a commotion from above the dungeon. Clovis could tell from the yelling and running of the soldiers that the idiot who had come to die had come after all. Did you come to die for love? What a hopeless idiot.
The commotion did not last long. After a while, the excited conversations of the soldiers of the Guards came from the air vent. He said how evil and vicious the necromancer's magic was, how wise and powerful the duke was, how he flew up and cut off the two escaped with his sword. Now the wanted criminal has been brought to the Duke's mansion for interrogation by the Duke himself.
Clauvis knew what the Duke meant by interrogation, but it was just to squeeze out all the remaining use value of this dying man. To steal the law field for some **** love, even though there are tens of thousands of people, is it great? Is it very vigorous? In the end, it wasn't just being caught by the Duke, who squeezed out the last bit of useful stuff, and then disposed of it like garbage.
Garbage. Clovis smiled wryly. He could feel a little envy in his heart now. Fools go to die on their own initiative, and before they die, they can show a little heroism for their stupidity in front of thousands of people. But now he can only wait to die in this dungeon.
An unpleasant sound of metal rubbing suddenly echoed in the dungeon. The dungeon door opened. Then there was another equally ugly door closing.
Clauvis was a little surprised, the Duke should not have time to pay attention to himself now. And now he is a felon with a special status, and no one is allowed to contact him except the Duke personally ordered. Only three people could hear footsteps coming in. Unknowingly, the conversations of the soldiers outside also completely quieted down. Only these three footsteps echoed in the dungeon.
The footsteps of the three people came to the front of Clovis' cell, and by the dim light of the fire, it could be seen that they were two priests in white robes and a leader of the Guards. They closed the door when they came in, obviously not trying to take anyone out. .
"Are you here to see me off?" Clovis sat on the ground and asked calmly. Secret executions were nothing new, especially for someone like him who knew too much. For death, he now feels a little indifferent. I don't know whether it's numbness or complete acceptance of reality.
"Yes." A pastor chuckled. His relaxed tone was a bit inconsistent with the strict and dark prison and the mission he had come to perform.
Clauvis smiled wryly, it turned out that the Duke was too lazy to do it himself. He asked, "Can I ask one last question?"
"You can ask as much as you want." The pastor showed a half-smile.
"How is my father?"
"You should ask him this question yourself." The pastor still had that weird expression, which looked like a deliberate grimace under the firelight. He took out a scroll and threw it to Clovis.
Clauvis was stunned. He was still mentally prepared if it was a magic that blew him to pieces or a bottle of poisonous juice, but it was a magic scroll. He picked up the scroll and recognized it as a teleportation scroll from the slight magical fluctuations on it. The style of the scroll is also quite exquisite, with two small skulls engraved on both ends, emitting a slight fluorescent light and unique magic waves. Clovis frowned and asked, "Is this a teleportation scroll?"
"Of course."
Is it possible to let him teleport to a place first, and then kill him secretly? Or maybe it's just a poor quality scroll that teleports people to inexplicable places to die... But something more boring than taking off their pants and farting would definitely not be done by the Duke. Clovis struggled to guess, but still didn't understand, he asked, "Where is this scroll sent to?"
"Of course it's Dejagu." The pastor replied lightly.
"Diaco..." Clovis murmured and repeated, and then he jumped up reflexively, his voice trembling already. "Are you members of the Necromancer Guild?" Although at this point, 'death' has long been nothing to fear for him. But the shocking effect of the word "Di Yagu" is far more than simply "death".
"Go. Your father should be waiting for you there. He sent us to save you," replied another priest.
"My father told you to come and save me? He's waiting for me in Dejago?" Clovis repeated these two phrases like a child who just learned to talk, trying to figure out the meaning behind them. Some kind of trick? But what is the dying man doing to lie to himself? Is it true? But what does father... have to do with the Necromancer Guild?
"That's right. Change your clothes with this person." The necromancer dressed as a priest walked to the cage, muttered a few words in his mouth, and stretched out his hand to click on the big stainless steel lock A little bit. After a strange hissing sound, he stretched out his hand and twisted the lock, and it opened.
It is specially made to prevent the most dangerous prisoners, and even an ogre cannot twist it away with strength. There was a slight special smell of molten metal in the air. The outside of the lock was intact, but the inside must have been a mess. Being able to control magic in such a small area to produce such a big effect, the first-class magician in the magic academy is like a bumpkin compared to the level of magic behind this magical effect.
The man dressed as a guard walked into the cell. It was only then that Clovis realized that the man's expression was dull, and his movements were stiff as he walked, like a giant puppet on strings. Clovis exchanged all his clothes with this man according to the necromancer's instructions. When he was doing this, his usually flexible and clear mind felt stiff and stiff, and he even wondered if he was having a dream.
At first, I thought that I would no longer be surprised by any news I heard or any changes I encountered. But in the desperate situation where he thought he was going to die, he never thought that someone would come to save him. But it was not an angel who came to save himself, but the legendary messenger of hell. It was his father who asked them to come... All of this has surpassed his original comprehension ability, as if he suddenly jumped into a made-up story.
The clothes have just been changed. A necromancer made a gesture. The guard in Clovis' clothes suddenly bent down, lowered his head, and rushed towards the rock wall of the cell with a movement that seemed to imitate a cow, and then his The head shattered like an egg. A bit of brain and blood spattered Clovis' face.
"Go quickly. Isn't it enough to stay here?" The necromancer urged Clovis.
Picking up the teleportation scroll, Clovis hesitated for a moment, then pulled it away abruptly. The blue magic light illuminated the entire dungeon.
"I have to admit, that kid Inham has a very good mind. It seems that everything is in his expectation. Sure enough, there is a lot of work left to save this kid at this time." The necromancer looked at Ke Lauvis murmured after leaving the empty cell. "We can also wait for the good news at this place by the way."
"Occasionally playing the tricks of the thieves is also very interesting, but it's not good for the skin if you wear it too much, or the mithral mask is much more comfortable and elegant." Another necromancer stretched out his hand on his face A mask was pulled down, revealing that elegant and dignified face. Bishop Adela.
Another necromancer also pulled down his mask. This is a fat, well-maintained middle-aged man. He rubbed his face with those white and delicate hands, sighed and said, "It's really interesting. I haven't been so nervous for a long time. It reminds me of the taste of adventure many years ago. This time because of Hamm is really right, changing the previous strategy and taking the risk to come here will really bring a lot of surprises.”
"There are really many surprises." Bishop Adela nodded with a smile. "First of all, I met our unharmed former acting guild leader, old Mr. Sandro. Inham said it well, if he didn't die, then he must be back at the execution ground. And the best way to disguise, Mo It’s too much to pretend to be a priest. Although he wears a mask, magic will never deceive people. He is the only priest in the whole square who does not use white magic, but the detoxification effect is the best instead. Haha.”
"The biggest surprise is waiting for that kid." The middle-aged man nodded with a smile. "Inham is right, he really came. Did you see it just now? That kid used Sandro's resurrection technique. The operation is quite good."
"It's a pity that the corpse poison was not used at all. I can feel that the poison in the corpse seems to have been made with a lot of magic power, isn't it?"
"Hehe, yes. But the toxin is simply too unartistic, so much magic wasted. It's like a poor cook who spent a lot of effort and countless precious materials, but only put together one pot It’s just big and worthless offal. Surprisingly, more than half of the people were not poisoned to death. If it were anyone in the guild, none of the people in the entire square would survive.” The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed. "This kid seems to have good attainments only in surviving corpses, maybe it's because of the leaves of the world tree."
"But this kid's brain is still very useful, almost really let him save people. It's a pity that the success fell short." Adela frowned and sighed full of regret, as if As if he himself had failed. "Unfortunately..."
"Yes. It's a pity..." The middle-aged man also sighed. "It would have been nice if they had persisted a little longer."
"Do you know? If it wasn't for the presence of respected Sandro, I would have passed by with a lightning bolt and turned that obstructive Duke into a roast pig."
"Hehe, in that case, those two people can leave the capital smoothly... We don't need to wait here anymore, we will kill whoever is behind, catch whoever should be caught, and torture us if we are cute. The whereabouts of the leaves of the World Tree. And I am really curious, how many of our Gargoyles can a Wyvern deal with?"
"Don't worry. There will be opportunities to experiment slowly in the future. Now we are quietly waiting for the news here. Respected Sandro actually got involved with the head of the Holy Knights. I believe what we have waited for It must be good news, hehe..."
Not long after, the door of the dungeon was opened again. A man dressed as a priest came in and closed the door.
"I seem to smell good news, Mr. Nimbas." Adela said to him with a smile.
The necromancer known as Nimbasi walked down a few steps, smiled wryly, and said, "There is good news."
"Is there any bad news?" Adela was startled.
"Let me tell you what the good news is." Nimbasi sighed. "My lord duke took that kid to interrogate alone, and then I saw our former acting president Sandro and the head of the Holy Knights waiting at the gate of the duke's mansion, and they evacuated all the guards from the duke's mansion. I knew there would be a good show."
"What kind of show is it?"
"It's a pity that I can't see the real good show behind the scenes, so I can only guess from what's on the outside. Not long after, Sandro and the team leader rushed in. And not long after, news spread came out, the Duke was killed. The murderer was the boy. He broke free from the shackles and killed the Duke. Then the boy escaped, chasing after Sandro and the captain. As for the result, Naturally, it was lost."
"Hehe, it's really good news. They lost it, so it's time to talk about us." Adela clapped her hands. "Okay, what are you waiting for here, let's go."
"Don't you listen to my bad news?" Nimbasi smiled wryly and didn't move.
"What bad news?" Adela frowned together with the middle-aged man.
"The bad news is that we can only go back and not chase that kid." Nimbasi said weakly.
"Why?" The two necromancers were stunned together. Three necromancers shot at the same time to catch a person. This is not killing a chicken with a sledgehammer, but killing insects. Now that Sandro had separated from the target, they could do whatever they wanted.
The middle-aged man suddenly discovered a problem. After Nimbas entered the dungeon, he stood on the steps, neither going down nor going up. The middle-aged man asked: "Why are you standing there without moving?"
"Because I didn't dare to move." Nimbus replied with a wry smile. "I have a dagger against me at the back of my neck."
A dark golden skull mask floated out from behind Nimbasi. It takes a lot of effort to see that this is actually a figure that blends with the darkness of the surrounding dungeon. In one hand of the figure, a pitch-black dagger was placed on Nimbasi's neck.
After being amazed, the middle-aged man immediately bowed his head and saluted, his voice full of surprise and excitement. "I didn't expect to see you here, I respect the beautiful Agrinel. Your demeanor and skill are still so beautiful, just like the first time I saw you..."
"Okay. You seem to be the same, Nopolinot. You can still speak like that." The dark golden skull mask nodded. Float down a few steps and leave Nimbasi. Nimbasi heaved a sigh of relief, reached out and rubbed his neck, but still didn't move.
"I don't know why you are here?" The middle-aged man asked respectfully.
"I heard that Sandro was dead, so I came to take a look. I came across a scouting owl by accident. I searched casually along the magic breath, and I found him."
"But the respected Mr. Sandro is still so energetic. We saw that he seems to have joined the Magic Academy. You can go and investigate..."
"I saw him." The dark golden skull nodded. "It's you, I heard what Nimbas said. Did the three of you come here specially to catch that kid? Hmph, when did the noble Necromancer Guild like those bandits and bandits love Yiduo as much as they win?"
"Hey, there is no other way. This kid knows the whereabouts of the leaves of the world tree. You also know that we are determined to get this thing...."
"And then? I heard that you are planning to kill him. Because he is the person who gathered strength that Archibald said. Have you forgotten the rules of the association that Archibald made? ?”
"This..." The middle-aged man Nopolinot wiped his sweat and looked at Nimbasi standing above him. Nimbus made a helpless gesture.
"I heard that you even locked up that girl Vidnina. Although I have always disliked her, she is a member of the guild after all. You are actually fighting each other in the sacred Diya Valley." The voice wafting from under the dark gold skull was not high-pitched, but it was so cold that it penetrated to the bone marrow of the person. "In your hands, the noble Guild of Necromancers has become a place of intrigue for fame and fortune, which is as dirty as a den of thieves. Such people are not worthy to stay in Diya Valley."
Adela, who was silent all the time, said, "This is a decision made by all guild members. Dear former acting president." His voice was soft and kind, and his words were short, but just right. Express what you want to express clearly.
The eyes under the dark golden skull flashed towards Adela's face. Adela still had that dignified smile.
After a while, the light under the skull mask turned dim, and then he sighed helplessly. "That's right. I'm no longer a member of the guild. I don't seem to be able to control your affairs anymore." Nopolinot and Nimbasi breathed a sigh of relief just now, and the voice said again: "I don't care about it from now on, but You must go back to me today."
The three necromancers glanced at each other. Today is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity, otherwise it will be hard to find this kid if he hides in the future.
"Take out all your teleportation scrolls." The voice was not loud, but the faint majesty and momentum could not be ignored by anyone.
Adela smiled brighter, as if she was a little embarrassed, and said: "Dear Ms. Agrinel, although you are our former acting president, you can't..." When he was smiling the brightest and gentlest, his hand suddenly stretched forward, and a white light instantly filled the entire cell.
'Paralysis'. The most effective offensive auxiliary magic in white magic. Although it can't cause direct damage, it can make the vitality in the machine completely disordered under the influence of white magic, causing the opponent to be unable to move. In the hands of a magician of Adela's level, as long as the opponent is still flesh and blood, even a behemoth might have to freeze for a while.
But after using this magic, it was not the figure wearing the dark gold mask that froze, but Adela herself.
The black dagger was resting on Adela's neck, and the two spikes protruding from the dagger looked like devil's claws. Adela could feel the hairs around the dagger on her neck falling off like leaves in the icy wind.
"The greatest advantage of young people is that they are always full of fighting spirit and ambition, and dare to challenge the authority they despise. This is the reason for progress." The dark gold skull floated behind Adela again. There is no sound of wind or signs of movement at all, as if it was there in the first place. "But the biggest shortcoming is that you don't know the heights of the sky and the earth. This is the reason for easy death."
"Huh. Please know, there are three of us." The smile on Adela's face disappeared. He already had the light of white magic shining on him.
"I can see that your white magic is very good, which is quite remarkable at your age." The voice floating from under the dark gold skull was unhurried. "But as long as you are pierced by this Nick dagger, I promise that even if the priests of the entire magic academy come together, they will only watch you become a mummy alive."
"You are merciful. Young people are really not very sensible..." Nopolinot and Nimbas did not show any signs of helping, they just stood aside and said. They are not young people, they are not impulsive, and they are very clear about who they are facing and what kind of situation they are in now. Even if the three magicians could annihilate the entire royal capital's army, for a top killer in such a small room, they were almost equal to three rabbits.
"I am also a member of the guild, are you going to kill me?" Although Adela stopped smiling, she was not nervous.
"If you used attack magic just now, you would be a mummy now. I haven't killed anyone for many years, I hope you don't force me today." The dagger left Adela's neck, and the voice The taste of order is stronger. "I'll say it again, take out your teleportation scrolls and pull them away."
Nopolinot sighed, turned back and walked to Clovis' cell to look around, chanted a few incantations, and several spells hit the three stone walls respectively. There was a loud bang. The cell was filled with fallen boulders, and the body inside was also crushed under it.
There was the noise of soldiers outside. The soldiers who had been hypnotized into sleep just now woke up and rushed towards this place.
Nopolinot and Nimbus took out the teleportation scroll and pulled it away~IndoMTL.com~ Adela hesitated for a while, and had to take out the teleportation scroll with his two companions.
When the door was opened, the soldiers who rushed in only saw the empty dungeon and the collapsed cell.
In the headquarters of the Holy Knights.
When Captain Roland was about to send someone to release Clovis from the prison, he received news that the dungeon had collapsed due to age and water seepage, crushing the prisoners inside to death.
Captain Roland was furious. He knew that his disciple should still have a lot of the Duke's secrets, and he had been waiting to release him for careful questioning after he solved the Duke. But in this way, many unknown things will be forever darkened.
In addition to anger, there is also heartache. That was the disciple he had cultivated for many years. But since things have happened, there is nothing you can do about it, no matter how distressed you are. And now will be one of the busiest periods, all energy should be in this area.
Fortunately, I also saw a more capable and talented talent. Captain Roland decided to accept him as a disciple.
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