Chapter 332
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Chapter 332: Aftermath
Time goes back a little.
Jeff lay on the ground, unable to rise again.
Merlin held his sword and silently walked in front of him.
"Who are you…" Jeff realized that this was the question he asked the most tonight.
"Just an ordinary warrior," Merlin’s voice was somewhat neutral, "Also, when I said I am not with Saaya and the others, I meant it; we just have the same goal."
"Your goal…" Jeff wanted to look up, but Merlin stepped on him and kept him on the ground.
"You don’t need to know this," Merlin said calmly.
"If you want to kill, just kill. I am no match for you…"
Jeff couldn’t help but sigh. Ever since he became the steward of Laria, he had let his training slip a lot.
If I had met her at my strongest time…
Jeff was suddenly filled with a sense of despair.
Though we are both at the eighth tier and our magic is almost the same, he didn’t think he could defeat this guy at his strongest.
Her swordsmanship was truly terrifying; it seemed to embody the very concept of swordsmanship itself.
A normal person practicing has to train their magic, gain insights, adapt to cards, and so on.
A person’s energy is limited, and life is short, so it is impossible to do everything.
And what about Merlin? She has lived through countless ages; she has plenty of time and can learn anything she doesn’t know.
She has seen countless amazing humans, but those people have turned to dust, while she still lives on, gathering all the essence of life.
"Why should I kill you?" Merlin released her foot. "My goal has been achieved, and I am leaving."
With that, Merlin walked away without looking back.
Jeff raised his head and watched Merlin’s departing figure.
Suddenly, he felt that things like family status didn’t seem so important anymore.
He really wanted to become strong, to be as strong as the person before him.
If I had her strength, would I even need to care about status?
Respect, power, are these really important?
……
On the other side.
"Is everyone okay? Uncle went too far before, I’m really sorry. The crisis is over now. The terrorists that attacked, except for those who are dead, have all been captured. We already know who is behind it." Rio personally revealed the truth to the nobles.
After the magic power restriction was completely turned off, the Corleone family activated their true counterattack mode.
The ponytailed person rescued someone, meaning the attacking terrorists lost their commander, and chaos broke out, making them easily defeated.
Rio only appeared after everything was settled.
Pow!
A noble stood up and slapped Rio across the face.
"Damn it, trapping us in a net like this is really something you would do!" the noble said angrily.
"It’s all because my uncle didn’t handle things well, but he was thinking about everyone’s safety. People have already died, so he had to do this. I’m really sorry…" Rio still wore a apologetic smile, his face slightly swollen from being slapped, but he wasn’t angry and didn’t fight back. Instead, he sincerely bowed and said, "I will definitely come to apologize later and give everyone a satisfactory explanation."
Seeing Rio being so humble, the others found it hard to get angry at someone younger.
"Where’s Jeff? Isn’t he in charge of this auction house?" a noble brushed off the dust from his clothes.
Everyone had just been caught in the net, losing face, but the good thing was that they were all in it together, so it wasn’t just one person’s shame…
"My uncle is fighting to protect the auction house. This time, we will not let the puppet master go," Rio said firmly.
"Good, that’s great."
……
"Bishop, are you okay?" Sherry asked when she saw Celica come down. "I’m sorry I couldn’t help you; it was all Peter…"
"It was right not to go up." Celica now looked a bit flustered, "That guy is not someone you can handle. If you go up, you’ll only distract me and won’t achieve anything. She might even take you as hostages."
"Take us as hostages?" Sherry’s eyes widened, "That’s impossible!"
If she had been part of the City of Freedom battle, she would know how strong Minaret really is.
Although Minaret attacks with ambushes, eighth-tier cultists are like paper in her hands.
"Hmph, if you trained properly, it wouldn’t be like this." Celica glared at Sherry.
Sherry, under Celica’s glare, shrank her head like a quail and didn’t dare to speak.
This was Saaya’s first close encounter with a person like Celica. Even when they were on the same boat before, he had no chance to strike up a conversation since they were not on the same level.
Even a prince like Rayne is just a little child in Celica’s eyes; her status is comparable to that of the king of the Kingdom of Persia.
A Cardinal is a candidate for the Pope, and with the Church of Dawn Goddess being the top church in the continent, one can imagine how high Celica’s status is.
"Bishop, what should we do now?" Sherry looked at Celica with sad eyes.
Kirmin, watching from the side, did not expect that an eighth-tier Pastor, who could be compared to Reid in Canglang Province, appeared like a child in front of Celica.
"Sigh… what a mess." Celica also had a headache.
She went to find evidence, but what happened? The dark elf and high elf were both taken away. As long as the Corleone family refuses to admit it and claims it was humans in disguise, Celica is at a loss.
As for the battles between other organizations and the Corleone family, she had no interest in why those nobles ran away or why they clashed with the Corleone family.
The doctrine already states not to interfere in the internal affairs of a country, and the only one who takes it seriously is Celica…
It might be worth looking into how those terrorists connected with people like Minaret; perhaps this is a clue to uncovering Minaret.
Just then, Karoso and the others jumped up from below.
"How is it down there?" Celica’s expression became serious, "I seem to sense the presence of a Death Knight."
She did not go down right away because Peter did not call for help and did not make any other movements.
"The situation below is not very good," Peter said in a low voice. "There are nurturing tanks everywhere that create Death Knights. The people inside have a breath of life, but also the unique chill and aura of death of a Death Knight. They look just like the Knights of the Round Table from the founding of the Pande Empire, but they are not the same people."
"We do not know why this is the case yet; there has been no further investigation."
"The area inside seems to be quite large. All the Death Knights are at the seventh tier. If we continue exploring, there may be problems, so I came back up first."
"It’s rather interesting that such a mess appeared right under that guy’s nose," Celica sneered. "If he remains in the dark, that is one thing. But if he is involved… ha, the divine punishment of dawn does not discriminate!"
