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Assassin's Chronicle - Chapter 188




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Chapter 188

The sudden change on the battlefield made Anfey even more interested . He leaned in closer to the Eyes of the Sky to observe the battle . However, the Eyes of the Sky flickered and disappeared .



"Riska?"

"It’s not my fault," Riska said hurriedly . He looked shocked . Judging from the magic surges, he knew someone had used a forbidden spell . However, this was the first time he learned that a forbidden spell could disrupt other elements and cause his Eyes of the Sky to disappear .

On the battlefield, the forbidden spell had already taken effect . What was surprising was that the forbidden spell did not unleash blinding lights or deafening sounds . There was only a small halo that hung over Annunciata’s head .

Annunciata screamed in agony . She didn’t use any amplifying magic, but her scream could be heard for miles . She moved around, trying to get away from the light halo . However, no matter what she did, the halo followed her persistently .

Suddenly, thick, black smoke obscured Annunciata’s figure . People could not see Annunciata, but they could see the small halo, hanging in midair . The black smoke streaked through the air as Annunciata escaped .

Clearly, the halo was still following her, because her scream could still be heard .

"The necromancers have lost," Riska said . He could not see the battlefield, but the scream told him what had unfolded .

Anfey narrowed his eyes, and Suzanna reached for her sword . Riska looked like he did not feel anything was wrong, and kept on talking . "Did you hear that?" he asked . "By the mercy of gods, the Priests of Light have arrived! Thank god Black Eleven spread the news . "

"Who’s Black Eleven?" a deep voice asked .

Riska frowned and summoned an earth wall, then a magic shield appeared around his body . He floated through the air and was about to use a lightning spell when he realized neither Anfey nor Suzanna were moving . Riska hesitated, but did not use the lightning spell .

"Don’t worry," the voice said . "I mean no harm . "

A man in his seventies stood by an old tree, looking at the trio, grinning . He looked like a normal old man . His clothing and his appearance were common, and did not seem threatening . However, Anfey still felt strange . He could see the old man, but he could not feel him . It was as if the old man was a part of the forest .

"Who are you?" Anfey asked . He was very respectful towards the old man, because the man was able to approach him without alarming him . That proved how powerful the old man must be .

"Bruzuryano," the old man said . "Who is this Black Eleven you speak of?"

"His real name is Armin," Anfey said . "Black Eleven is just a nickname . "

"That’s an interesting choice for a nickname, don’t you think?" Bruzuryano said with a smile . He looked at Anfey and said, "Let me guess . You must be Anfey . "

"You must be an acquaintance of Armin’s, then," Anfey said .

"And this young lady must be Suzanna . "

"Bruzuryano? Which Bruzuryano?" Suzanna asked . She did not treat the old man with the same respect Anfey did .

"Are there a lot of people with this name?" Bruzuryano asked .



"I never expected to run into you here, sir . " Once she confirmed his identity, Suzanna replied respectfully .

"I’m old now, and there are very few things that interest me . I heard the commotion at Transverse Mountain, and I had to come and see for myself," Bruzuryano said . "Who knows if this will be the last time I will witness something like this?" Bruzuryano smiled and turned his gaze to Riska . "You must be Riska . "

"Yes," Riska said . "Nice meeting you, sir . "

"All good men," Bruzuryano said . "You are younger than most junior magisters . " He turned to Suzanna and said, "And you, my dear . I think the world will see the rise of a new master swordsman in no time . "


"I am nothing compared to you, sir," Suzanna said .

"Compared to me now? If you can beat me, then that means I have accomplished nothing in my seventy years in this world," Bruzuryano said .

"No, that is not what I meant," Suzanna explained, blushing .

"I can’t really understand you, child . " Bruzuryano turned his gaze to Anfey and observed him carefully .

"Surely you don’t have to understand everyone, sir," Anfey said . He knew that Bruzuryano meant no harm to him and his companions, or else he would not engage Suzanna and Riska in conversation . He also knew that Bruzuryano must have been one of the most powerful men in the world at that moment .

Logically, men like Bruzuryano did not lack respect . In reality, being favored by a woman and being favored by a powerful man were two very similar things . One needed to be as interesting as possible to gain their attention . People like Suzanna and Riska would not catch the attention of a powerful man . Anfey didn't want to try and befriend every powerful man he encountered, but he knew that it was better to leave a strong impression than to leave no impression at all .



"You are not wrong, child," Bruzuryano said with a laugh .

"Sir, are you here to fight the necromancers?" Riska asked . He wish he could see the old man in action, even if it meant there would be another group of necromancers .

"I just wanted to see what had happened . Hunting down those necromancers is Slanbrea’s job . "

"Slanbrea?" Suzanna gasped . "The High Priest of Light? You are here with him? But…"

Anfey smiled and shook his head . Another powerful man? Plus Annunciata and Dardanibry, this was a gathering of the most powerful men and women of the world .

"But what?" Bruzuryano asked . He knew what Suzanna wanted to say, and was clearly toying with her .

"But you are an Arch Druid, sir . You and Slanbrea…" Suzanna hesitated .

"You mean Slanbrea is my arch rival?"

The Church of Light antagonizes all the other religions . Sometimes, the antagonism would lead to bloody battles . As a believer in the Goddess of Nature, Bruzuryano was not a likely associate of Slanbrea .

Suzanna nodded .

"Just rumors," Bruzuryano said . "We are too old for petty brawls now . "

"It’s not just petty brawls, sir . You’re fighting for your honor!" Riska had always treated battles as something serious and sacred . Hearing Bruzuryano describing it as petty brawls, he felt he needed to correct him .

Bruzuryano stared at him and smiled . He looked as if he was reminiscing about something . Over the years, he had fought for many different causes . Now, he was too old, and none of it mattered .

Suzanna kicked Riska and told him to not correct Bruzuryano again . "It’s disrespectful," she said .

"Fighting is something for the youth," Bruzuryano said . "We are old now, and we know that not everything can be solved by violence . Do you know what I will do if I run into Annunciata?"

"The necromancer? Surely you will challenge her to a duel," Riska said .

"No . I will invite her to have a drink with me . If only she was still beautiful," Bruzuryano said, shaking his head . "This time, though, she has gone too far . She killed too many people . Even I am angry with her . "

"Would you invite her to bed, if she was still beautiful?" Anfey thought, but kept his thought to himself . The few powerful men he had encountered before all had some notable traits . Saul was kind and generous; Ernest was serious and meticulous; Miorich was loyal and passionate . They were very different, but every one of them worthy of great respect . Bruzuryano clearly did not hold a grudge against the necromancers like most of the world . Bruzuryano did not finish his sentence, but Anfey thought his guess wasn’t far off .

"Was that necromancer beautiful?" Suzanna asked .

"She was stunning . In fact, she became a necromancer to preserve that very beauty .

She is in trouble this time, though," Bruzuryano said with a sigh . "Slanbrea’s Seal of the Gods will follow her . Perhaps for a few months, maybe half a year or longer . When that seal is gone, she will be as good as dead . Don’t make the Church your enemy . They may appear kind, but really, they are capable of cruelty beyond a common man’s imagination . "



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