Chapter 414: Speed through and succeed with rage. Who among the serious people believes in the goddess of mist?
Sapphire Manor.
In early winter, there is mist.
The snow-white owl standing on a bare branch seems to blend into the background of falling snowflakes.
In the study, beside the mahogany table where the inkwell, parchment scrolls and quills were placed, Yeats drank hot tea and gazed out of the window sill shaded by a crimson silk curtain, at the pine needles covered with hoarfrost, and slowly exhaled a breath of white mist.
"It's winter in the third year."
Unknowingly, it has been three years since I came to this world.
From the weak Baron who stopped at the threshold of the extraordinary, to the Grand Duke of the North who is about to enter the Holy Land.
Yeats was already accustomed to the customs and traditions of this world, such as various anniversaries, saints' days, days of worship, and, of course, the almost ubiquitous magic.
Cluster——
Watching a purple shadow flame ignite at his fingertips, Yeats thoughtfully threw it towards the cold fireplace in the study. Suddenly, the fire danced with a deep purple shadow, conveying the encrypted message of the Dark Night Sect.
"Today at midnight, Atas will meet with members of the Thieves Guild at the Mithril Bottle House on the Third Street of Gaia in Paris."
The member disguised himself as a relative or friend of Atas. Atas did not know this, but he could not hide it from the high priest of the Dark Night Sect who was also good at hiding and disguising himself.
Yeats arranged: "You go to Atas's residence and search for "Fist of Fury", and I will follow him personally. ”
The shadow flame flickered, indicating that Margotha had received the order, and then went out with a "bang".
Yeats's right hand, wearing the Mammon ring, tapped the table gently, thinking:
"I don't know if Ms. Black Rose will show up... I have to wear thousands of phantom masks and use the identity of the Dark Night God to follow her."
"If a member of the Thieves Guild steals the "Fist of Fury" from Atas, I'll just accept it! ”
"If he loses his grip and his whereabouts are exposed, I can also capture him and find out who instigated it..."
It is unlikely that Hastings would resort to outside tactics outside of the duel.
He is a warrior who has a duel in mind and attaches great importance to the fairness of duel. This is also a manifestation of the purity of the former God of War.
Yeats speculated that there was a disagreement among the three giants of the Holy See. Cesare, the "Poison Duke" who was good at intrigues, was the mastermind behind this operation and did not inform Hastings in advance.
The specific situation will not be known until the Thieves Guild member is caught.
If his guess is verified, it will prove that the Holy See is not monolithic.
Perhaps, give yourself a chance to create a "treat" for yourself...
Mammon's faint voice came from the gold ring worn on her knuckles.
"After obtaining the "Fist of Fury", if you are worried that you cannot resolve the negative effects of the power of rage, you can leave it to me. ”
Yeats was stunned and thought to himself: Why did you take the initiative to help me stab the Raging Demon in the back before I even opened my mouth?
Then I thought about it, there are many factions among demons, some are bent on creating a "new hell", there are old-school demons who kill people, and there are also Mammon who are smart and get rich through business.
The Raging Demon God is a violent existence that takes pleasure in human heads and blood, which is very different from Mammon's philosophy.
Look at it from Mammon’s perspective.
If everyone dies, where can I make money?
"Okay, it's a deal!" Yeats quickly reached a consensus with Mammon.
"Ouch!" Behemoth cried out in the demon pet plane.
I'm so hungry. Why haven't I started eating yet? I'm so hungry that I'm going to eat dirt!
Yeats rubbed his eyebrows. Raising Behemoth was indeed a big problem. The regeneration rate of the renewable epic resource "Hydra's Tail" could not keep up with its consumption rate.
"You have to find time to go to the top floor of the Food Tower and participate in the trial of the legendary kitchen tool "Arenir". ”
Yeats thought to himself: "As long as I get the legendary cauldron "Arenir", not only will my culinary attainments be improved, but by relying on the energy the legendary cauldron gives to food, Behemoth's feeding pressure will also be improved. Great relief! ”
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Night falls.
Third Avenue is still awake. The lights decorate the streets along the Seine River in splendor. High-end carriages pass by on the cobblestone streets. The sound of wheels rolling over the ground and the singing floating on the river are intertwined into a dream of ecstasy.
Paris Ghia has a great nightlife.
Third Street is a favorite place for dignitaries and dignitaries.
Different from the noisy pubs and smoky casinos, the entertainment facilities on Third Street are only open to the upper class. Under the vigorous promotion of Mammon believers, they have become a gold-selling den where daily profits are made.
The place where Atas reunited with his old friends was at the "Mithril Bottle" wine shop on Third Street.
In a private pavilion.
The floor-to-ceiling windows faced the seine river in the dark night. There was an ice bucket placed on the table covered with silk tablecloth, champagne ice mist was lingering, and the light runes decorated on the ceiling cast ambiguous light and shadow.
"I didn't expect you to ask me to meet in a place like this, old friend."
The black-haired man was burly, and his robe could not hide his explosive muscles. He had scars on his face that were as long and narrow as spiders, and his eyes were extremely disappointed.
"Have you forgotten our dead comrades? They paid their blood and sacrificed everything. Do they want to see us indulging in wine and sex here?"
"Don't say that, Athas."
A man with a slovenly beard and sinister eyebrows sat in front of Atas, rubbed his hands, poured champagne for Atas, and said with a smile:
"The temporary enjoyment is for a better fight! Besides, I will pay for this trip, what are you worried about?"
Atas had a sullen face, thinking that he still needed to find out the truth from the other party, so he took a deep breath and drank the champagne in front of him in one gulp.
Bang!
He put it down with force, and the glass fell into pieces under the load. The flying glass shards passed between the two of them, and the atmosphere instantly turned cold.
"Tell me." Attas said hoarsely, "What happened to the group of people who stayed in King's Landing...?"
The sloppy man was silent for a while and said:
"They're all dead."
"Hiss——"
Suddenly.
Atas's eyes were blood red.
He clenched his teeth, couldn't help sucking in the cold air, and clenched his fists as hard as he could.
The whole table shook.
The dishes on the table rattled and shook.
The sloppy man quickly stretched out his hands, leaned forward, placed them on Atas's clenched fists, and said in a low voice:
"Calm down, boss...as long as you are alive, there is hope!"
"Hope?" Atas's eyes were bloodshot and he shook his head mockingly, "You don't understand, the moment I ran away alone, there was no hope at all..."
He grabbed the champagne in the ice bucket, looked at it, and then drank heavily.
"Hoo——"
Atas wiped the foam from the corners 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. The only thing I can do right now is to perform well in the duel competition and get the protection of King Roland..." After speaking, the lion-like man choked up, as if thinking of his dead comrades and cowardice. The sound coming from his throat was like the cry of a wounded beast.
The man with sinister eyebrows and stern eyes flashed a glimmer of light in his eyes and whispered:
"Boss, your escape is to preserve the last fire. As long as you haven't extinguished it, we have the possibility of starting over again!"
Atas suddenly became alert, staring at the opponent with his bloody eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I remember...you got separated from the army...and how did you escape?"
The sloppy man had already prepared a plan, and he answered eloquently: "I joined the Thieves Guild and slipped out of the city through the rat track in the city... As you know, my ability to slip through doors and pick locks has always been top-notch, which is what the Thieves Guild needs now." Yes, being a thief is a good way out these days!”
After speaking, the man's face showed a proud look, which did not seem to be fake, which relieved Atas's doubts a lot.
"The most useless guy survived." Attas muttered.
Hearing this, a gloomy look flashed in the slovenly man's eyes.
He was indeed Atas's comrade-in-arms, and he did work for the Thieves Guild, so Atas didn't let Atas know the clues.
However, the sect he actually joined was something else.
"What you are saying is... I am indeed the most useless. I always hold you back, the leader, in the team. Didn't I kill a few fat sheep and bring good wine to honor you?" The sloppy man said with a 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?"
"Dwarf spirits! The spirits brewed by the Golden Beard Tribe are also the rarest and most pure dwarf spirits!"
The sloppy man chuckled and said:
"It's rare to find this kind of good stuff. Boss, try it quickly!"
Atas wanted to shirk it, after all, there was a duel tomorrow, but when he thought of those dead comrades, grief was like a poisonous snake biting his heart and liver, and he urgently needed an antidote to relieve it.
Atas picked up the gold-encrusted wine bottle and murmured to himself.
"I hope it's really strong enough..."
Bang!
The giant bull-like man fell down on the table, drunk, and the bottle of liquor beside him was already empty.
The sloppy man sneered.
This thing is the real thing, and it also contains a special drug that won’t kill you, you fool!
As Atas's comrade-in-arms, he had witnessed Atas's killing spree, and knew that the gloves Atas wore on his hands were just to attract attention. The real ones were 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 lifted a heart, carefully used the mage's hand to take off Atas's belt, and sure enough, he touched something in the belt.
The sloppy man felt happy, pretended to be drunk, stood up unhurriedly, and said hello:
"Come here, take this gentleman back to the hotel!"
After getting off the stairs and walking into the night, the man immediately accelerated and disappeared in the corner of the alley.
At the table. Atas, who was very drunk, suddenly stood up.
His eyes are clear and cold.
"I want to see who is so bold as to send someone to steal my things!"
He also left the tavern, gathered his breath, hid his figure, and chased in the direction where the sloppy man left him.
Next to the wine house, on the top of a sycamore tree.
The crow stared with blood-red eyes.
Yeats, who transformed into Shadow Crow, witnessed the entire process of the two testing each other.
"Attas is quite courageous and deliberately let people succeed in order to follow the clues and find out the real culprit."
Yeats thought to himself: "If he gets into a fight with the mastermind behind the scenes, shouldn't I just watch from the side?"
"Give whoever wins a sap, and they will definitely not suspect you!" Zuanya suggested.
This advice won my heart! Yeats flapped his wings, blended 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 ancient trees are thick.
Next to the ancient tree, a figure in gray robe stood. Looking at the oncoming figure, he made a hoarse and vicissitudes of voice:
"Have you brought everything I asked for?"
"Take it, take it, sir, it's right here!"
The sloppy man was panting and said flatteringly: "So, what did you promise me to do, grant me the Paris citizen approval?"
As long as you have the approval document, you can enter the city of Paris openly and become an official citizen on the streets of Paris. You no longer have to worry about being like a rat in the sewer every day!
Men have had enough of being thieves.
He wants to be a free man!
The figure in gray robe said with a hoarse smile: "That depends on whether you have accomplished the thing or not!"
The two quickly handed over the belt.
Yeats observed secretly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
As the Chosen God of the Mist, he could see through the disguise illusion of the gray-robed old man at a glance.
The mastermind behind the disguise as the old man in gray robe is not a member of the Holy See, but the leader of the Dragon Eagle Knights, Violet!
How could it be her?
Yeats was surprised and surprised.
Shouldn't it be that Cesare is eyeing the 'Rage Ritual'?
soon.
Yeats realized the cause and effect.
It was probably someone from the Holy See who was in contact with someone from the Thieves Guild, and that person happened to be the informant that Violet had bribed before, so Violet took advantage of the trick and decided to take down the weapon of rage and make a great contribution!
Yeats couldn't laugh or cry.
This girl had the same idea as him, but there was still a lack of consideration.
Attas launched an uprising and escaped from the imperial capital alone. How could his vigilance be so slack?
Not long after.
Atas appeared, stared coldly at Violet, who looked like an old man in gray robe, and asked in a deep voice.
"Who are you? Why did you send someone to steal my things!"
See this.
Yeats mused.
Seeing that illusion is Atas's weakness, he couldn't tell the difference between Violet's disguise illusion!
The sloppy man was startled, knowing that the matter had been leaked, and hurriedly hid behind Violet.
Violet laughed and said:
"You colluded with the devil, and you still have the nerve to ask me?"
"The thing should still be on you, right?" Violet decided to be tough, "Hand it over consciously, don't let me do it myself!"
As the knight commander of the Dragon Eagle Knights, Violet just did not participate in the duel meeting, but she also has a sixth-ring level!
Even when facing Atas, Violet has no intention of giving in!
Atas roared angrily, his body burning with dark gold fighting flames, and he attacked Violet with his bare hands!
Bang!
The fist edge collided with the sword blade, causing bursts of metallic sound.
The sloppy man watched the duel between the two masters, with a strange luster in his eyes.
Suddenly.
He turned his back to the two of them, turned into a mist, turned around and ran away!
The fight between Atas and Violet suddenly stopped. When they noticed the mist escaping, their expressions changed at the same time.
"No, it's a mist believer!" Violet said.
Atas patted his waist and found that the gloves he had hidden on his body were also missing, secretly thinking that he had been deceived.
I was not prepared for the illusion, which gave the mist believer an opportunity to switch!
Chase!
The two reached a consensus at the same time and rushed towards the mist.
Yeats's heart moved, and he immediately set up an illusion on the spot.
Limit tracking to two people.
He took the first step and came to the only path that the Mist Believers must pass.
In the dense jungle.
The sloppy man's face had been peeled off, revealing an indistinguishable silver-plated mask, holding a pair of boxing gloves in his hand, laughing wildly in his heart.
As expected of me, I single-handedly caused two masters to start a war, and my identity has not yet been revealed!
"You did a good job——"
The masked man was stunned and said in shock: "Who!"
"In the name of Kirigakure, I have witnessed your way of 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 and choked with excitement: "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 believers as a source of entertainment.
Who among the serious people believes in the goddess of mist?
"Now, present your offerings, and I will bless you..." Yeats continued to pretend to be a ghost, and released the divinity of the mist, creating a sky-breaking mist that shrouded the forest.
The masked man did not doubt that he was there. He immediately placed a pair of leather gloves on the forest floor, knelt down, kowtowed, and closed his eyes in prayer.
"Very good."
Yeats reached out and grabbed it, and a suction force pulled the glove to his side.
"Mammon, is it genuine?" Yeats asked.
"Hoo, ho, it's the real thing." Mammon's breathing was slightly tight, and her voice was full of hunger and greed. "I didn't expect that I got the Wrath Gloves so easily!"
If he were not the Chosen God of the Mist, this matter would still require a lot of effort, and he might even alarm the Mist Sect.
But since I'm proficient in illusions... I'm done with speedrunning!
Yeats nodded with satisfaction, put the "Fist of Fury" into his ring, and said calmly:
"Now, carefully perceive the divinity in the realm of creation, and I will bless the mist and teach it to you..."
"Yes, I am listening to your voice and waiting for your blessing!" the masked man said enthusiastically.
"Do you really want to teach him magic?" Mammon asked.
"Teach me a ghost! Just run away!"
After saying that, Yeats stopped staying, leaving the masked man to continue kneeling in the forest.
"Ding!"
"You have the eyes of the Mist Goddess."
"You have received the divine message from the Mist Goddess."
Divine Message, a Holy Domain-level communication spell, can even cross planes.
"Hahahahahaha." Daisy sent a string of voices.
Yeats' forehead jumped.
What a nutritious divine message!
at the same time.
In the woods.
The masked man had doubts, but he did not dare to open his eyes without the guidance of the goddess.
Attas finally broke through the illusion set by Yeats, and when he chased him into the forest, he saw the man kneeling on the ground, defenseless.
"Is this also an illusion?" Atas frowned and stayed with the masked man for a long time.
final.
Atas couldn't hold it anymore and kicked him to the ground, "Hey, what are you doing!"
The masked man was stunned for a long time, and gradually came back to his senses. Filled with grief and anger, he cried out:
"Damn my colleagues, I was also deceived by the Mist believers!!"
(End of chapter)