The Wizard World

Chapter 577: Situation (2)

Translator: _Leo_ Editor: Kurisu

Angele smiled but he did not respond to Heli right away.

"Fra, can you go find us some fruits? You know the place, right? The fruits are good to eat now."

Fra pursed her lips and jumped off the cart.

Angele opened his mouth again after he made sure that Fra had already left the area.

"I don't want the kid to know too much about the church, so I asked her to leave. Alright, I have one serious question for you. Who injured Cynthia?"

Heli looked at Cynthia, Cynthia's fists tightened after hearing those words.

"Next time… I'll kill him the next time… I don't need you to save me!" Cynthia glared at Heli.

Heli was a bit speechless after hearing that.

"Huh? Heli was the one that saved you?" Angele was surprised. He looked at the old mercenary.

Cynthia pursed his lips.

"Well, this guy was… whatever…" He did not finish the sentence.

"I just wanted to help you so I ran to you and picked you up. I didn't even realize I was running with you in my arms." Heli scratched his head. "The strange holy knight didn't catch up."

The atmosphere in the cart got awkward after the conversation.

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In a palace somewhere far from the forest.

The clean floor in the main hall was as reflective as a mirror. The engravings on the walls were nice and beautiful. There was sunlight coming through the openings on the walls which brightened up the whole hall.

There were two groups of people in the main hall. The ones on the left were knights in silver armor and the ones on the right were black robes from the church.

The sunlight was reflected off their outfits and armors, surrounding them with golden glow.

"What's the next topic?" an old man that was sitting in front of the two groups questioned.

One of the black robes stepped forward and responded, "About the wizards in the east. We need to eliminate them."

A knight stepped forward and spoke, "Master Rayton is heading to the east, it won't be a problem."

"Master Rayton headed to the south, I believe. Also, he hasn't finished taking care of the Misfortune Scale yet," the black robe sneered. "If we need more people to go to the east, I can recommend someone to you."

"Master Rayton is the rightful owner of the eastern territory, we don't need your help!" the knight responded in a cold tone; the light around his armor was getting intense. It almost felt like that the intensity of the light would change when the knight's emotions changed.

"Well, that's the problem. We can't just let the wizards do whatever they want in the east." The smile disappeared from the black robe's face.

"I suggest that we send Bishop Angria to the east before the wizards travel to other regions."

"You never learn. Do you even remember what happened the last time? I know you and Bishop Angria are close, but…" another holy knight interrupted.

"We would've won the battle if you holy knights did your job. The Moon Plate was not sealed because you failed your mission!" Another black robe joined the conversation.

"If you sealed the plate, we would definitely stop them…"

"Well, you…"

The conversation turned into an argument and the whole hall got noisy.

"Ugh…" The old man in the seat took off his crown and rubbed his temples.

Several minutes later, the situation was getting out of control. The holy knights and the black robes almost started fighting. Pope realized that he had to stop it so he coughed several times.

The place finally became quiet again. The sounds in the area were all blocked by an invisible force field.

The holy knights and the black robes realized that they should stop. They returned to their positions and the invisible force field disappeared.

Pope picked up a sapphire scepter from the side and tapped the floor with it.

*PA*

The echoing sound was crisp and clean.

Pope put down the scepter and spoke loudly, "Alright, calm down, everyone. Master Rayton just returned to us, we can listen to his report first."

*BAM*

The heavy stone gate of the hall was pushed open.

A tall holy knight in silver armor with golden edges walked into the center of the hall quickly. He stepped on the thick fur blanket, his footsteps loud and heavy.

The holy knight was about two meters tall. There was a long silver hammer on the back of his muscular body. His arms had the width of an adult's leg. He was holding the golden helmet in the right hand, slowly pulling the metal glove off his left hand.

Strangely, there were two long tentacles on the man's cheeks. One was on the left cheek and the other was on the right cheek.

Also, his long white beard was around his chest and the long tentacles were on both sides of the beard.

The white tentacles were so long that they almost looked like part of his beard. The tentacles were waving in the air as the knight walked.

"Master Rayton, you're back…" the holy knights greeted the knight politely. However, the black robes did not even look at the knight named Rayton.

Rayton nodded, stepped forward, and kneeled on one knee. The heavy armor hit the floor and with a loud noise.

"I apologize that I failed to complete the mission." The man's voice was deep but hoarse. It almost sounded like an old man that was talking.

The holy knights were surprised after hearing those words but the black robes were happy about the result.

Pope's brow furrowed.

"So, what happened?"

Rayton lowered his head and thought for a second before responding.

"I almost killed Misfortune Scale, however, I was interrupted by a wizard with a strange bloodline and I lost them after that. Also, Misfortune Scale suddenly recovered from his memory loss. Although I tried my best to stop them, they still escaped. It was my fault."

"Recovered?" Pope narrowed his eyes. "It's not your fault, Rayton. Misfortune Scale has the ability to run and it's nearly impossible for you to stop him from escaping, the problem is we didn't expect him to recover…"

Rayton nodded. "Misfortune Scale won't be activated under normal circumstances, however, when there's pressure, he'll temporarily recover from his memory loss. We suggest that we make a good plan and ambush them."

"I'll let you handle this. You now have the right to give orders to our members in the south." Pope nodded. "Go now, you're the strongest holy knight of the church. God is watching us."

Rayton lowered his head. "God bless us."

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On a mountain that was covered with trees.

In a cave, a group of old men in black robes were sitting in a hall that was narrow and wet. They were all sitting on stone chairs that were white.

The yellow light from the burning torches on the walls was dim. There was a total of nine old men in the stone hall—they just sat there quietly with black leather paper in their hands. They were reading the intel that was recorded on paper. Their expression turned serious as they read through the papers, some of them almost trembling in fear.

Finally, someone opened his mouth. An old man with white hair stood up and spoke in a deep tone, "We need to relocate now! If the holy rings are here, we'll all be eliminated, just like what happened years ago!"

The old man's voice echoed in the stone hall as his word reminded the wizards of the terrifying event. The whole valley was filled up with blood and dead bodies of the wizards.

"How about the Ace shelter?"

"It was destroyed last month…" an old woman with just one arm responded.

"What about Rainbow Valley?"

"No idea. The leader of Rainbow Valley sent us a message, he asked all of us to relocate. There was a battle in the valley and I'm afraid that…"

"Yeah…" The wizard with white hair closed his eyes and he looked depressed.

The wizards remained silent for a while.

"Some say that Ace City will never be destroyed… Do we really have no way to fight against the holy knights?" The old man sat slowly; it seemed like he could not accept the reality.

"Yeah. The holy knights are too strong. The only thing they need is the holy ring. The ring turns them from mortals into wizard hunters," an old man with red hair said in a low voice.

"Also, the holy buff is way too strong, I don't even know how that is possible. Illusions, poison, curses, mind abilities, none of our attacks worked. They can recover from small injuries fast. Their strength, speed, and defense are all increased to an unbelievable level."

The wizards all agreed with what the old man just said.

"It's not the time to praise them, we need to find the next shelter as soon as possible," the old man with white hair interrupted. "The last time a knight with a holy ring found us, we lost more than ten wizards and a lot of golems. We can't let that happen again!"

He raised his scepter and a ball of white light appeared on top of it.

"Inform the leaders of other shelters, we need to find the next shelter and build the barriers. We need to leave before the church finds us. Without the barriers, we won't be able to defeat the ones with holy rings. The holy knights and black robes will crush us like stepping on insects."

"Yes, master!" The other wizards lowered their heads.