Chapter 29

Perhaps he had stirred up a big trouble.

Xialan caressed the ring in his hand, which bore the emblem of the Overthrow Fang. It was neither rough nor smooth, but it felt scorching.

If it had the mark of the Dusk Serpent, it might not have been such a big problem, but the Overthrow Fang was different.

After the followers and believers of Galbord split, the radical faction of the Dusk Serpent suffered a crushing defeat in the New Faith War. Countless core members died, especially after being almost destroyed by the endless pursuit and slaughter of the Radiant Sanctuary.

Compared to the Overthrow Fang, which had preserved its strength, the remaining Dusk Serpent no longer had its former glory.

As the Overthrow Fang's hidden strength grew stronger, the Dusk Serpent never sought their help. After that defeat, the Dusk Serpent considered the Overthrow Fang to be traitors of Galbord. If they had also joined the war, perhaps the situation in Eldran would have changed, but they did not; they chose to completely go underground.

Since then, the two factions no longer interacted.

Xialan had experienced countless roles in Eldran, and he had been involved with both the mysterious Dusk Serpent and the Overthrow Fang, so he understood the differences in their power more deeply.

If the Dusk Serpent was a great river in the darkness, then the Overthrow Fang was the sea in the darkness, as powerful as the Radiant Sanctuary.

The ring in Xialan's hand, bearing the emblem of the Overthrow Fang, was not ordinary. It had multiple functions, including resonance with its kind, storage in a void ring, and magic amplification. It was a symbol of status within the Overthrow Fang.

Everything has two sides, good and bad, a thought away.

After a moment of thought, Xialan put it in his pocket. Because of the repulsion between laws, it could not be placed in the void ring.

It would be like a dangerous bomb ready to explode at any moment.

Both the Radiant Sanctuary and the Overthrow Fang had means to trace the existence of the ring, making any explanation potentially fatal.

The barrier around the house vanished the moment Ambefin's head fell. Each mage's battle caused a slight fluctuation in the FerNu law, so Ambefin did not want to attract more trouble.

Because this was the capital.

The center of a country was far more complex than it appeared on the surface, and Ambefin was more aware of this than anyone, so he was more cautious than anyone.

As for why the Overthrow Fang appeared here, Xialan did not think much about it, but he knew he had disrupted one of their important plans.

A plan that the Overthrow Fang had been setting up for over a decade would not be simple, and this pawn was likely not the only one.

At that moment, Xialan thought of a possibility.

After ending the disguise and changing into the clothes that had been torn during the battle, Xialan returned to the inn. He was very tired and wanted to sleep.

He hadn't experienced such intense combat in years, let alone an injury.

The shock damage from the "Raging Serpent" did not seem to show on his body, but only he knew the internal corrosion and pain.

The Dusk Mages were followers of Galbord, whose true form was a giant venomous snake, so their spells were always filled with corrosive and poisonous elements.

If he were not an upper-class swordsman, he might have been unable to stand after the shock in the "Black Mist Swamp."

He needed treatment, and the alchemists in the capital's alchemy association might have a way to help him remove the internal damage.

Lying on the soft, comfortable bed, Xialan suddenly lifted the pillow. He had felt something strange the moment he lay down, as there was something under the pillow.

It was a stack of leather paper.

Xialan frowned, turned on the room's lighting, and read the content on the leather paper.

It was the information of the personnel who could enter and exit the military archives.

So she had come, but she had also left.

It seemed she did not want to meet him, at least not now.

Putting the document in the void ring and turning off the room's lighting, he only wanted to rest.

The next morning, heavy rain began in the capital.

The cobblestone street was bustling because the owner of No. 666 was dead.

Actually, the first discovery was Ban's head, and the person who found the head was very brave. He knew Ban was a capable subordinate of the master behind the cobblestone street. He thought that if he reported this news to that person, he might gain some unexpected benefits.

He did indeed gain unexpected benefits, because he discovered that Ambefin and all his subordinates were dead.

Even though he considered himself brave, he was terrified at that moment. He reported the news to the Magistrate of the Crimson Light District, and after the magistrate and his subordinates sealed off No. 666, the news spread.

Some were happy, some were angry.

"Can you explain this?"

In the hall of Ambefin's house, the bodies were neatly arranged, and someone was asking by Ambefin's corpse.

"This..."

The Magistrate of the Crimson Light District, Flener, wiped the fine sweat from his plump face. He was very nervous because of the person in front of him.

"It seems you don't know either?" The person sighed, his gaze fixed on the incredulous expression on Ambefin's headless body.

"Perhaps someone can investigate this clearly." Flener's voice trembled.

"Who?" The person quickly turned and asked.

"Magistrate Delof of the Paulownia District." As if pierced by the person's sharp gaze, Flener shivered and quickly said, "He is my contemporary friend, and in terms of investigative skills, no one in the entire capital's guard can match him."

"So there are still talents among the many useless people in the capital's guard?" The person sneered.

"Ha ha—" Flener laughed awkwardly, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

"Go and call him, but—" The person shook his head. "You should understand the consequences of lying to me."

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

After receiving the order, Flener did not want to stay in the room for a moment and hurriedly left.

He felt extremely unlucky today, with bad weather, a bad murder case, and even more critical, the big shot behind the case. If he could not provide a reasonable explanation, his position as magistrate would definitely be over.

All his hopes now rested on his old friend Delof, hoping that this time he could save him.

"Who do you think it is?"

In the hall of Ambefin's house, only that person remained, and a voice suddenly came.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a simple person." The person shook his head.

"No clues at all?" The voice asked.

"There is. The killer is a peak upper-class swordsman who has come into contact with the FerNu law." The person said confidently.

"There are not many peak upper-class swordsmen in the capital." The voice said.

"Ha— Aren't you one of them?" The person's tone was mocking.

"Do you think I killed Ambefin?" The voice countered.

"I didn't say that." The person paused. "But you should think about how to explain it to the higher-ups, after all, your conflict with Ambefin is well-known."

"Don't worry about me." The voice huffed and did not appear again.

The person ignored the disappearance of the voice, squatted down in front of Ambefin's headless body, and looked at the remaining left middle finger of the corpse, muttering meaningfully, "Didn't anyone tell him that some things are not so easy to take?"

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Thank you to "Xiaoxin Yuanxing" for the support, and to all the friends who have supported and commented on this book. I had some urgent matters to attend to today, so the word count is a bit less. If I stay up all night, I'll try to write an extra chapter.

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