Chapter 200: Unbelievable - Continued (Part 2)

  Magic Academy, in the Grand Cathedral.

  The statue of the deity in the center of the church had been moved, revealing a dark tunnel entrance. The stench and dampness emanating from the tunnel entrance made Grand Priest Ryan frown directly.

  Opening this originally extremely secret place at this time was undoubtedly extremely inappropriate; if it weren't for the Cardinal, who had somewhat lost his composure and anxiously demanded to go in and see at this time, Grand Priest Ryan would never have opened this place now. For this reason, he had to call everyone out of the Grand Cathedral and not allow anyone else to enter.

  Although this dungeon was considered the most secret location in the Magic Academy, there were still quite a few people who knew about it, and naturally, it would not be hidden from a succeeding Cardinal. However, as for why this dungeon was built and its true purpose, probably no one knew now. If it was just to imprison those dangerous monsters, a prison could have been built elsewhere; it seemed there was no need to specially build it under the sacred Grand Cathedral...

  However, Grand Priest Ryan didn't want to delve into these things now. He vaguely felt that perhaps this Cardinal knew something he didn't. Although Bishop Javi hadn't formally taken over the Magic Academy yet, and he was still the one in charge of the keys, it was difficult for him to refuse his hasty request. He could see that perhaps this Cardinal might really take over the Magic Academy.

  In just the few short days since arriving at the Royal Capital, Bishop Javi first cured Her Majesty the Queen's strange illness, then news spread that Her Majesty the Queen would fully support him. At the same time, Lord Rodhart was also extremely close to him, and the Bishop almost went to the Chancellor's residence every day to curry favor with the Chancellor. Although the consensus that this outsider should not be allowed to take control of the Magic Academy had long been formed, the trend of events now forced one to reconsider.

  As a newly appointed Cardinal, it was natural for him to inspect every place. This dungeon was the one Bishop Javi had gone to see two days ago, led by the Grand Priest. Grand Priest Ryan really couldn't stand the smell inside, like rotten cotton stuffed in one's chest and abdomen. In contrast, the Cardinal was quite interested in this place, carefully surveying his surroundings while constantly asking Grand Priest Ryan about the situation of this cell. Unfortunately, Grand Priest Ryan really had no interest in discussing anything in there, and the Cardinal also seemed to have some reservations, actually wearing a reluctant expression when he hurried out of the basement.

  And this time, the Cardinal wanted to go down again in a frantic hurry. Grand Priest Ryan, although finding it a bit strange, didn't ask further. Although he wasn't yet sure if this Cardinal would become his true superior, he was clear that in such an unclear situation, it was best not to delve into these unclear matters.

  In the dungeon, there was a terrifying silence. This place, a hundred meters deep underground. All sounds were isolated from the outside. And inside, there was nothing left that could make a sound, except for the Bishop.

  All the cages imprisoning monsters had been opened, but all the prisoners had become corpses. Whether it was the Minotaur as strong as an Ogre, or the Medusa and Evil Eye, all living monsters had become fragmented remains, lying in pools of blood. A few wraiths and skeleton zombies stood quietly and motionless in the corner. They only looked at Bishop Javi in the center of the cell, more obedient than the most obedient dog.

  Bishop Javi shook his hand to fling off the bloodstains on his sword and sheathed it, anxiously glancing around. He had already searched this dungeon as carefully as possible again at a rapid speed, not even sparing the cages that held the monsters, but he still hadn't found the clue he needed.

  If time permitted, he was willing to knock down every inch of the ground and walls in this dungeon and carefully knead and inspect them in his hands. The vast and intricate magic barrier outside the dungeon was a bit excessive for a place that merely imprisoned monsters, and Javi vaguely felt that the power and precision of this barrier were far greater and deeper than what was perceived on the surface. If what that guy said was true, and there really were no other hidden places, then this should indeed be the most reasonable place for what his teacher said was collected here.

  But the time left for him to slowly and carefully search was not much. Javi knew very well that the most important item among the bottom line Sandro gave him probably referred to this, so now was a very important opportunity. Now only one method of searching remained, and it was also the only most effective method that could be used in this rare opportunity.

  The ground of the dungeon was covered with stains accumulated over many years, the blood of the monsters also flowed all over the floor, but Bishop Javi sat down cross-legged without a care, and slowly closed his eyes.

  At this time, three hundred kilometers south of the Royal Capital. Master Aiden stared at the approaching figure, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

  Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

  Strictly speaking, it wasn't that he had seen a ghost. As a Necromancer, whether it was ghosts or skeleton zombies, things like that, Master Aiden felt no different seeing them than seeing dogs or cats, so his current expression wasn't because he saw a ghost, but was like that of other ordinary people seeing a ghost, with disbelief mixed with fear and terror.

  The one that had just sent that Thunderblast Bomb scattering like ash was actually just a tiny sparrow; it was just that this sparrow flew too fast, too accurately. If Master Aiden's self-applied Eagle's Eye had not already reached the master level, he would never have been able to see the true form of that black dot at a glance.

  To be able to shatter a Thunderblast Bomb, it absolutely couldn't be an ordinary sparrow. However, it wasn't the sparrow that made Master Aiden show such an expression, but the person who sent this sparrow flying.

  A huge raptor, who knows when, had already flown over this airspace, spreading a massive wingspan of nearly ten meters. It was a great eagle unique only to the Sanderfirth mountains. But no one paid attention to why such a rare raptor would fly here. Everyone's eyes and attention were focused on the person sitting upright on the great eagle.

  Not only Master Aiden, but also Norbolin and the other Necromancer's faces simultaneously showed the same expression. Disbelief, horror, fear.

  On the ground, Captain Roland, seeing this scene, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The agreement and communication method originally established just in case, he never thought there would really be a day when it would be useful.

  "What's wrong? Did they bring more reinforcements?" Grafenhardt XVII asked, his heart trembling with fear. To be able to still stand on his feet at this time without collapsing to the ground showed that His Majesty the Emperor's courage seemed to have slowly grown much greater.

  Roland shook his head and exhaled. Only at this moment did he realize he could barely hold the sword in his hand steadily. He answered, "No, it's our reinforcements."

  Mid-air, the person on the great eagle was wearing only an extremely ordinary priest's robe, his graying hair and beard were tangled messily, trembling constantly in the strong high-altitude winds. Like the three Necromancers, he also wore a mask on his face. Also skull-shaped. However, the three of Aiden's group were silver, while his was a pale, ghastly gold.

  "I really didn't expect..." this person began to speak. Although the wind high in the sky was strong, his voice, which didn't seem to require much effort, was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. "I really never thought that there would be a day when three Necromancers would gather just to kill one person, and even use such a boring and unaesthetic method."

  Master Aiden and the other two were like clay sculptures and wood carvings, unable to move at all; in the air, only the sound of the gargoyle's and the great eagle's flapping wings remained. Norbolin's half-raised hand flickered with magical light; it was an unfinished Frost Storm, but he neither completed the half-cast spell nor dissipated it.

  The great eagle's size was not much larger than a gargoyle's, and the person sitting on it didn't seem very imposing, but once he appeared, he completely awed everyone. Their spirits were seized by him. His posture was crooked, and from his body, one could tell he was already an old man. At a glance, he had no imposing air or any pressure, but imperceptibly, the space centered around him seemed to have become dim and obscure.

  The person on the great eagle sighed and said again: "And what I least expected is that the once noble Necromancers can now gather like mad dogs for the sake of power and benefit."

  This person's voice was not loud, and his tone was very calm, as if just chatting with a friend, but cold sweat began to seep from the foreheads of Master Aiden and the other two.

  After saying this, the person fell silent, and the three Necromancers also remained silent. After a long while. Norbolin finally spoke first to break the oppressive silence, his voice hoarse as he said: "Respected former Acting Guild Master, you seem to have sworn before The Black Star when you left the guild that you would not interfere in any of the guild's affairs again, right."

  "Your memory is really good... I had almost forgotten this oath, it's kind of you to remember it for me..." the person behind the golden skull mask nodded and replied. This answer clearly changed the expressions of the other three Necromancers, but he slowly continued: "But since you've reminded me, I will naturally abide by it. As a Necromancer, even a former one, an oath sworn before The Black Star cannot be broken... But your reminder has also made me recall that my oath seems to be that as long as the well water does not interfere with the river water between me and the guild. As long as you don't provoke me, I won't make a move. Is that right?"

  "But we haven't provoked you," the fat Necromancer said hastily.

  "No, you have." The golden skull mask nodded.

  The three Necromancers looked at each other.

  The Necromancer on the great eagle waved his hand lightly and said: "You don't need to understand the key point; you just need to understand that I will not deceive you. If you really want to kill him, then that counts as provoking me. So all of you, get lost now."

  "But at least you should explain what this is all about. We have expended so much effort and so many golems, only because of a single sentence from you..."

  The golden skull mask was silent for a long while, the distinct black-and-white eyes beneath the mask slowly sweeping over the three of them before finally speaking: "Ronis is no longer here. If I really let you kill the guy down there, perhaps I'll be next. He is, after all, a potential ally for me in a critical moment, so I cannot let him die." His voice gradually became hard and cold. "And for you to act like this, you still have the nerve to call yourselves Necromancers? You don't have to say it; I know why you are here and who sent you to do what. You should really be thankful that I am no longer the Acting Guild Master of Diya Valley, otherwise, the three of you should be forever expelled from Diya Valley."

  "I admit our actions were indeed somewhat inappropriate..." Norbolin said cautiously. "But isn't this a bit of forced logic? Respected former Acting Guild Master."

  "Has your memory become worse than mine? How could I be using forced logic?" the golden mask shook his head disdainfully.

  Master Aiden nodded and said: "Of course you wouldn't use forced logic. I remember you've always been too lazy to even reason with people, so how would you go about twisting logic? For you to actually speak so much first instead of making a move right away, it seems your temper has cooled too much over these years."

  "Yes, even I feel that I've become very magnanimous." The golden skull nodded.

  "But I remember you never seemed to be such a magnanimous person. No matter how much the temper cools, the flame doesn't go out," Master Aiden said. Among the three, only he could now maintain himself from being completely engulfed by the aura this person intentionally or unintentionally radiated, and his voice gradually returned to its usual bleak indifference.

  The golden skull suddenly gave a light, cold laugh and said: "You're right. In fact, I'm just putting on a fierce front while being weak inside. If the three of you make a move together, you can certainly take me out here."

  The other two Necromancers couldn't help but look at Master Aiden, but there was no abnormality on the lower part of his face beneath the mask, and his voice was still cold: "Not at all. You were, after all, one of the leaders of Diya Valley. How could we make a move against you?"

  "Don't be polite. If you have the guts, come and try. Otherwise, perhaps your actions will be hamstrung because of me in the future." The golden skull mask sighed, like persuading an old friend. "You know that although I am petty and have a bad temper, I do have one advantage: I love to tell the truth. I'll tell you now, the three of you together are indeed stronger than me. How about it? Want to give it a try?"