After little effort, the door of the room was knocked again.
"come in."
Victor, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the guest room, said in imitation of the proud voice of the priest.
With a squeak, the door was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged man in gorgeous costume walked in.
"My god is on top."
The northern nobleman with round cheeks and a two-handed beard said respectfully: "It's my honor to see you!"
"What's the matter? I don't accept any prayers..."
"My lord, I came to see you this time to clear up the confusion in my heart!"
The middle-aged nobleman took a few steps forward, and he seemed to make a few simple gestures unconsciously.
Victor's eyes condensed, and he tentatively said: "The truth is eternal..."
The middle-aged aristocrat on the opposite side seemed to be relieved. He smiled and said, "I am the'connector'. If you have nothing else, please follow me..."
At this moment, Victor's expression, who was listening to the middle-aged nobleman, suddenly changed, and a translucent shield with various mysterious runes suddenly appeared on the surface of his body.
A golden sacred light flew in from the window behind Victor, hitting the shield straight, and the strong momentum pushed Victor's body into the house. At the same time, the closed door suddenly shattered, and the scattered pieces of sawdust instantly sifted the northern nobleman who had not yet figured out the situation, and scarlet blood spattered everywhere.
"Enemy attack!"
It wasn't until this time that Victor, who had activated the constant spell on the mage's robe out of intuition for danger, reacted.
Without any hesitation, Victor waved his right hand, and a scarlet fireball shot out from his hand, exploding a figure that had just broken in.
With the roar, smoke and impact of the fireball explosion, Victor rolled into the compartment of the guest room.
A thick cloud of mist rose out of thin air and enveloped the entire room.
Victor, who was concealed in the fog, did not stay where he was. He rushed towards the door, his figure shook, and four identical phantom clones immediately appeared around the body.
With the help of the smoke and mist, Victor and his illusion entered the corridor on the second floor of the tavern almost indiscriminately. Oncoming three priests who also wore black robes were oncoming.
"Damn it! You have to rush out as soon as possible... or you'll be trapped and die here!"
Victor's eyes flashed with countless green data. With the aid of the "All-Knowing Eye", everything in his vision slowed down.
Regardless of the extreme consumption of mental power, Victor's hands instantly emitted two improved fireballs at the same time.
In a whistling low sound, in the horrified gaze of the priest, two faint blue fireballs hit the target.
"Boom! Boom!"
With two loud noises, an explosion beyond imagination razed the two floors of the entire Stone Fire Tavern.
The black smoke was filled with flames.
Victor was in a state of extreme calm without any delay. After inflicting a "jumping technique" on himself, he and several phantoms leaped out one after another and landed on the street outside the tavern.
"Heart! Accept my god's purification!"
The expected attack followed Victor's figure, but fortunately, several illusions had endured most of the magical attacks for him.
Cruel and cruel, Victor threw six or seven "hellfires" toward the surrounding area, and the purgatory-like sea of flames immediately ignited.
In a tragic wailing, Victor calmly cast the "stealth technique" on himself, Shi Shiran evacuated the place of battle.
…
The business district is in chaos, with noisy voices.
Under the eaves of an ordinary private house, Victor, who was relieved of his invisibility and without any spell fluctuations around his body, lay in the shadows.
"Damn it! I was almost trapped..."
Victor, with a gloomy face, turned his brain quickly, wondering where he had revealed the flaw.
"I have absolutely no omissions! It seems that something went wrong with the Northland Alliance..."
"What should I do? Should I give up my mission and leave the city?"
Victor, who took a short break, secretly calculated, "Once you do this, the'Northland Alliance' and the Magic Society that cannot form an alliance will fall into a complete passivity! I have to think of other ways..."
"But before that, I have to ensure my safety first."
Victor, who had regained part of his energy, observed the surrounding environment again, and then walked out of the shadow of the eaves and concealed his figure in the dark night.
…
The Rodney family, the home of the earl.
Lord Rodney, who was in the study, looked at the blazing commercial area with a gloomy expression. Old Locke in the Northland caravan hurriedly pushed open the door of the study and came to the earl's side.
"Is there any news?"
Rodney, with blond hair and a tall nose, asked in a low voice, "What happened in the commercial area?"
"Our'connector' was suddenly attacked by the temple while meeting with the envoy of the Magic Society!"
The gray-haired Old Locke replied: "According to the emergency plan, the other people have safely evacuated and hid in other secret strongholds... However, we are still unable to determine the life and death of the envoy of the Magic Society. We need to wait until the matter subsides. knowledge."
Earl Rodney roared angrily: "I want to know why the people in the temple know about this secret meeting? How could they make an ambush in advance?"
Facing the earl’s anger, Old Locke coughed lightly: "Two reasons, either the Magic Society has leaked the news... or the traitor has emerged from our people."
"check!"
The earl squeezed a word from his teeth, "Investigate secretly, and be sure not to stir up any big movements! In addition, pass this news to the Magic Society so that they can also help..."
"My lord, I know what to do!" Old Locke nodded lightly, "I will also send someone to keep an eye on the actions of the temple."
"Very good! Hurry up and get this done..."
Earl Rodney waved his hand a little irritably and motioned to Old Locke to step down.
…
Saint-Neuburg, the hall of the temple.
"Master Bishop, the mission has failed!"
A priest dressed in a black robe reported the result of the ambush, "The heresy's methods are very spicy and cunning. We were not able to get alive..."
"Huh! Live?"
The preparation cardinal Albas said with a cold face: "You trash! So many people can't even catch a'heresy'..."
After a pause, the bishop continued to contemptuously said: "Okay! I will be personally responsible for the follow-up of this matter... You people in the Religious Tribunal, you only need to execute my orders!"
"Remember! Don't make your own claim!"
The black-robed priest resisted the unwillingness in his heart, and replied respectfully: "Yes! Your Excellency."