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Someone passing through Primal Wildfire Town that was preparing a caravan towards the Odin Empire discovered Tatara. With Tatara’s magician background, although his strength was humble, he was still capable of writing and could do the accounting.

Being pushed into the corner to such degree, the pitiful magician sold himself for the miserable price of two meat patties and became an honorable apprentice in the caravan while joining it on its journey through the wilderness of Primal Wildfire toward the north……

If everything went according normal circumstances, then Tatara would join this caravan while earning his bread in Royal Capital with the cunning and sly. Perhaps after some years, he would become a qualified accountant.

However, because of bad luck, this caravan encountered an unfortunately event in Primal Wildfire.

Very carefully, this caravan travelled along the borders of the goblin territories in the red wilderness toward north. They paid close attention, because in accordance with the usual practice, goblins would not go out of the red wilderness, therefore it was very safe.

However this time, they met the goblins.

A battalion of goblin soldiers attacked the caravan, which was very unusual, since the caravan hired several mercenaries to act as bodyguards. Under normal circumstances, goblins rarely attacked a caravan with armed protection. However this time was an exceptional.

What was even more strangely was that the leader of this group of goblins unexpectedly excelled in martial arts! Although the battle efficiency of goblins was extremely bad, however under the leadership of that goblin, they actually managed to chop six mercenaries to minced meat.

While waving an iron hammer in his hand, that goblin leader appeared very angry and anxious.

Afterward, listening to the caravan and goblin leader negotiating, the other party declared: He was the goblin feudal lord from the neighboring area and he was very angry, because……

His princess disappeared. Chapter 413: The Incident

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Spear Passi was silent for a while before saying, “Are you threatening or inviting me?”

“I’m inviting you, of course,” Nightingale said. “His Highness doesn’t believe in coercing witches. In fact, I don’t either.”

“In this case, I refuse,” Spear answered without hesitation. “If he really needs my help, he can bring the witches to the Fallen Dragon Ridge to visit me for the ritual of the nobility. No need to send someone sneaking in my castle. Of course, if a witch attracts the church’s attention I can’t ensure her safety.”

The answer was just as Nightingale had expected. It was difficult to get a stranger to agree to such a difficult request. Generally, there were two means of handling the situation-coercion and inducement, but she didn’t want to perform either option. Marquess Passi was the Lord of the city and would be the guardian of the realm once promoted. However, His Highness did not plan to flatter her in any way. Instead, he would withdraw power from the nobles. According to His highness, this was called the centralization of authority. In this instance, she would be degrading herself in the eyes of nobility if she was at His Highness’ service.

In regards to following Roland, to create a brand new world and defend in the Battle of Divine Will, she would not believe it from word alone.

“I understand.” Nightingale pouted. “In this case, I shall leave.”

“Hold on…” Spear looked surprised. “That’s all?”

“I’m responsible for bringing His Highness’ messages to you. Now that the message has been delivered and you’ve given me your answer, my task is complete.” She grinned. “Were you expecting me to tie you up and bring you back with me?”

“How did you know about my ability to channel magic?” Marquess hesitated. “Did you talk to the witches who planned to go to the Fjord Islands?”

“Yes. The leader of the witches is Lady Tilly Wimbledon. She’s currently in Border Town, fighting the Demons with her brother.” Nightingale shrugged. “His Highness heard about you from her.”

“They didn’t go to the Fjords?”

“No, they didn’t know His Highness had gained such a firm foothold in the Western Region. They only got in touch after settling down on Sleeping Island.” She gave a brief outline of the alliances on both sides. “Just like you, Lady Tilly was invited to the Western Region by His Highness.”

“Prince Roland really established a system of coexistence for witches and ordinary people in his territory?” Spear frowned and asked. She was having a hard time believing it.

“Not only that, he also evicted the church from his territory.” Nightingale smiled. “Currently there are more than 10 witches living in Border Town. The locals are accustomed to their existence. I’m not lying about this.”

Marquis stood up and poured her a cup of tea. “Can you tell me more about it? How did he do it?”

“If you want to know.” Nightingale turned and sat at the table. It might not change her decision but it was never a bad thing to deepen her understanding. Nightingale decided to tell her about the Witch Union His Highness had built, the war with Duke Ryan and the political run after the recovery of Longsong Stronghold. If Spear could understand the witches’ situation, hopefully she would not resist too much when His Highness eventually unified the Kingdom of Graycastle.

A sudden rush of percussion was heard.

“This is…” Spear looked at Nightingale in shock.

Nightingale opened the window. It was Maggie squatting outside. “Danger, coo! Lightning discovered an accident, coo!”

“What happened?”

“A troop of Judgement Army soldiers is rushing towards the castle, coo!” The pigeon patted its wings and said, “There are at least 20 people, coo!”

“The Judgement Army from the church?” Nightingale turned around and frowned. “Did you summon them?”

“No… I didn’t have an appointment with the church Priest today,” Marquis looked particularly puzzled, “could it be your whereabouts have been exposed?”

“That’s impossible.” She shook her head. “Unless the church has the ability to monitor every bird in the sky.”

“That’s weird…” Spear murmured, “if they were coming for me, they wouldn’t need so many Judgement Warriors. It’s almost the entire force!”

“What are you waiting for? They’re almost at the entrance!” A golden figure darted through the window and landed lightly beside Nightingale. It was Lightning.

“I’m not sure about the situation, I suggest that you avoid it,” Nightingale said, “or get the guards to stop them outside the castle and find out why they’re here before proceeding.”

“This is my castle. Where would I hide? Don’t worry, these people can’t enter without my permission. Otherwise, I would not have been able to protect the witches.” Spear sighed. “However, this meeting may have to end here… If you’re not in a rush, I think…”

Before she could finish her sentence, a series of chaotic footsteps were heard just below the castle. The sound of swords fighting could be heard clearly in the castle, echoing in the mountains. Marquis expression changed. “Who let them in?! Guards!”

Spear called a few names but no one responded from outside. The footsteps were approaching closer and closer.

“It looks like they’re here for you.” Nightingale made a gesture towards Lightning, indicating she should leave first, “You still have time to leave, we can protect you.”

“No, I’m not going anywhere! This is my territory; how could they be so presumptuous… “

She hardly finished speaking when the door was broken down by a group of heavily armed Judgement Warriors. The Lord was fully surrounded by warriors holding up their swords and shields.

Nightingale hid in the Mist, taking a step back into the corner where it was both convenient to escape and suitable for observation. She noticed that neither Lightning nor Maggie left. The former was peeking her head out from the top of a window, the latter was simply squatting on a beam, arranging her wings.

“These two brats are totally reckless. I’ll get His Highness to discipline them well when we’re back…” She shook her head helplessly and shifted her eyes to the Judgement Warriors. Every one of them was wearing the God’s Stone of Retaliation. The dark holes were intertwined and totally obscured Spear. She could only hear the Marquess’ angry rebuke. “Redwyne, are you crazy? You let them into my castle without permission?”

“Of course not, wise sister.” A man’s voice raised within the crowd. “Father was wrong to give the title to one of the Devil’s minions. I’m simply correcting his mistake.” Chapter 414: The Conspiracy

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“What… What are you talking about?” Spear asked in disbelief. “The devil’s minion? This is a complete fabrication!”

“Fabrication or not, His Reverence will draw his own conclusion,” Redwyne raised his voice and said. “Just because you managed to deceive Father, it doesn’t mean that you can deceive everyone else! Soon, people will know who you really are. You belong in hell!”

“Did you make all these up?” Spear’s tone suddenly became icy cold. “Or someone else put you up to it? I think the latter is true. After all, father chose me because you and our third brother were completely useless.”

“Shut up!”

Nightingale heard a rattle and the Marquess groaned in pain.

“Enough, bring her to the church for questioning,” someone said, “but she’s still a member of the nobility before her verdict, so maintain your etiquette.”

As Spear Passi was carted away, the Judgement Warriors followed right behind her, and soon there were only two people left in the room. Nightingale couldn’t see their faces clearly because of the effects of God’s Stone of Retaliation, but she could tell that one of the voices belonged to Redwyne, the man who spoke to the Lord. If she was not mistaken, this person seemed to be Spear’s younger brother.

“You’re doing really well, Mr. Redwyne; perhaps, I shall address you as Earl going forward.”

“So that’s it, Mr. Rosad?” Redwyne could not hide his excitement. “I really can inherit the title of Earl and become the Lord of the Fallen Dragon Ridge?”

“Of course. As long as you abide by our agreement, you may even go further,” came the reply.

“So, what should I do next?” he asked eagerly. “Can I move into my sister’s room? She won’t leave her cell, right?”

“Spear Passi will soon be hanged to death as a witch in the square as per the terms of our cooperation.” The other man hesitated for a moment, and continued, “As for what to do next, I suggest you relay this incident to all her ministers, knights and men and divide the rights of the Marquess.”

“Do… do I really have to do that?”

“If everyone can benefit from the incident, your position will be much more secure, which will help our future plans to proceed smoothly,” Rosad said. “If you’re still confused, I can always assign a priest to you. He’s very good at handling government affairs and can always advise you on any questions you may have.”

“Yes, please,” Redwyne replied quickly.

“It’ll be very helpful for us if you can hold the Lord’s position, so the church is happy to help with these issues.” His peals of laughter filled the room.

After the men left, Nightingale emerged from the Mist, followed by Lightning and Maggie.

“We’re in trouble.” She stared at both of them and said, “How could the church show up at precisely the right time and place?”

“I thought they said her brother found her true identity and revealed it to the church,” Lightning said, her eyes flashing with excitement. “Now we have something to do.”

“Why didn’t they find it out earlier? Why right now? I feel like something’s wrong.” Nightingale frowned.

“No matter what, we are not going to watch them execute Spear.” Lightning held her head up high and said, “We must save her and annihilate the church!”

“Annihilate it, coo!”

“The confidence of this blonde girl has inflated since defeating the demons. This is not a good sign.” Nightingale shook her head and responded, “We can’t defeat the church for the time being. They must have participated in this conspiracy, so if we removed these people, Spear would naturally return to her position as Lord. This might be an opportunity for us. If we sneak her out, she’ll probably agree to go back to Border Town with us under these circumstances.”

“Awww, we’re not fighting the church?” Lightning asked, disappointment in her voice.

“Battling will be the very last resort since they outnumber us and have a large amount of the God’s Stones of Retaliation. It’s pretty risky to try routing them all at once.” Nightingale contemplated for a moment and said, “I’ll go to the church first and find out what’s going on.”

There was one concern that she didn’t mention. Spear Passi might be thinking that His Highness was the one framing her if the situation wasn’t explained clearly. That, Nightingale knew, should be avoided at all costs.

“What about us?” the little girl asked.

“Just be ready to meet me outside.”

The church of the Fallen Dragon Ridge was located on the outskirts of the city. It was small and had a prayer hall, a residential area for the believers, and a three-story tower surrounded by a wall with only one exit. None of these obstacles posed a problem for Nightingale.

She had familiarized herself with the entire area by the time all of the faithful had departed in the evening. Although there were many more God’s Stones of Retaliation here than in the castle, Nightingale still managed to find her way. There was a huge God’s Stone placed right in the middle of the hall to stifle any magic in the room, and the same was true for some corridors. However, she could always take a detour or even hop over the floor.

Nightingale found the place where Spear Passi was imprisoned in the basement of the tower. She didn’t seem too hurt, just a little frustrated. She intended to rescue the Marquess during the middle of the night.

Nightingale snuck back into the tower after sharing her plan with Lightning and Maggie. She ascended to the top floor and hid in a magnificent room.

“This,” she thought, “would be the Priest’s room. He would probably spill the beans if he found me here with a dagger.”

When the bell of the Fallen Dragon Ridge struck nine, swung open.

She drew out her dagger stealthily but didn’t attack. She judged from the footsteps that there were two people.

“What an unexpected joy!” said a woman’s voice. “Little did we know that Marquess Spear is actually a witch. It seems that we need to tweak our plan.”

“Uh… Lady Saint,” Rosad answered with a very respectful tone, “isn’t it more convincing if she’s a witch?”

“It’s different from before, because according to the will of the Supreme Pontiff, any new witch who comes to realization shall be handed over to be executed in the Holy City as soon as possible,” The woman said. “As for the execution, let’s not hang her, but burn a masked death-row criminal with a similar build.”

“Yes,” Rosad answered. “But why did His Holiness set such a troublesome rule of delivering a witch to Hermes?”

“I’ve no idea, but according to my superiors, it’s simply returning to tradition,” she replied.

“Returning to… tradition?”

“You don’t need to know too much. Just fix the matter at hand hand.” The Saint said brusquely. “I’ll have to head towards the Redwater City once everything is done here.”

“Understood,” Rosad answered crisply.

“Who is she exactly? How come even the Priest is so respectful towards her? It seems they didn’t know that Spear Passi was a witch before they captured her. Could it just be all a conspiracy to seize the throne of the Fallen Dragon Ridge?”

Nightingale couldn’t help but come out from her hiding place and looked at the lady while hidden in the Mist, only to find that she was not wearing a God’s Stone of Retaliation. The magic power inside of the Saint was as bright as a fluorescent light in her world of black and white.

“She’s a witch!”

“Who’s there?” She responded in an instant, and a dazzling silver light shot towards Nightingale! Chapter 415: The Fight

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Nightingale’s years of fighting experience kicked into gear, and her body immediately responded before she could even think.

She leaned back instinctively, and the silver light grazed her cheek. Even in the Mist, she could feel the immense power of the light-extraordinarily scorching and intense. After dodging the sudden attack, Nightingale tucked into a roll and distanced herself from her opponent.

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