hotmtlnovel Chapter 135 - 124 Lanci is not afraid at all_1
Chapter 135 - 124 Lanci is not afraid at all_1
A momentary silence hung over the foundational layer hall of Lichtenstein Castle.
The elegant stone corridors, the grand fireplace, and the paintings suspended on the walls, all had been immersed in the dim light of early morning.
The openness of the rich young master, along with the numerous disclosed details, suggested his identity was probably not in much doubt.
As for the bodyguard twins behind him, they did not seem to have any intention of speaking so soon.
Frey nodded his head and remembered these three as [Young Master and his two hired goons], then turned his eyes to the three women standing at the far corner.
"We come from Cerryti Empire."
The girl leading the group, who had an aristocratic air about her, nodded courteously, her demeanor evoking elegance and humility. Her brown hair was as smooth and supple as ribbons.
However, she didn’t plan on saying too much, even when faced with Frey’s stern eyes she didn’t shy away.
The strong and stable fluctuations of magic power emanating from her suggested she was a traditional mage. Flanking her on either side was a tall, spirited female knight with bright eyes and thick brows, and a small, timid, tear-eyed priestess in a white robe.
A very standard magic, fighter, and healer setup.
Since the only words they offered were of introduction, Frey didn’t waste any more time on them. He mentally labeled them as the [Empire Women’s National Team], and moved his gaze to the last three people.
"We are from the Northern Continent, clergy serving under the Lady Saint of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny."
The priest, clad in a pristine robe edged with exquisite gold threaded embroidery, stepped forward with a heartfelt bow and answered. His eyes exuded warmth, radiating kindness and tenderness.
Behind him stood an executioner cloaked in a red mantle over heavy armor, and a Paladin in shining silver armor.
They both wore expressions of staunch determination, their eyes sparkling with resolute conviction, as if aflame with the fire of justice.
"Do you three know Loren?"
Frey casually asked.
The remark suggested he and Loren were on an equal footing, which perplexed the three men who wondered about Frey’s standing within Ichrite Academy.
"Of course, we are well acquainted with the deeds of the Great Priest Loren, even up north."
The priest responded and had his companions each demonstrate a divine art.
Such an unadulterated gentleness made it hard for anyone to suspect he could be the bad guy.
Or, perhaps—
It would be truly terrifying if someone like this turned out to be the villain.
At this, Lanci let out a resigned sigh:
"If I’m not mistaken, I have some bad news. I’m guessing that the only bridge to the city has already been destroyed. We’re trapped on this cliff edge by both the edges of the National Defense Barrier and the terrain."
"So you’re saying, the Shadow World requires us to correctly deduce the traitor and apprehend them. If we accidentally kill the traitor, we won’t be able to escape when the Count of the Blood Clan arrives?"
Frey smiled and asked Lanci with a hint of mischief.
As his words fell, everyone else’s faces twisted slightly.
A myriad of expressions crossed their faces—surprise, contemplation, seriousness, their eyes flickering incessantly as if they were an ever-changing canvas.
In this enclosed space, everyone appeared to be more alert and sensitive, almost able to sense the anxiety and tension in the air amplifying bit by bit.
The simple matters of geographic constraints, and the Count of the Blood Clan, were enough to change the colors of all the Challengers present.
Even in the real world, they understood that Blood Clan were terrifying creatures. No being at the same hierarchy could contend against them.
The inherent privileges and immortality of the Blood Clan meant that humans have always lost precious high-ranking forces effortlessly when battling against the Blood Clan.
Even theoretically, Blood Clan would be significantly weakened when the sun rises during the day. But combatting them for a whole night without succumbing? It defies possibility.
Even disregarding the suppression brought by their species, the power levels of the Count of the Blood Clan and the fifth-order Challengers present were not at the same level. Anyone would have their head taken by the Count of the Blood Clan in an instant, turning into a plaything for the Count of the Blood Clan’s slaughter and amusement.
"Of course we can’t escape."
Lanci responded to Frey’s question with a calm demeanor, his state of mind resembling a tranquil lake.
Even when faced with a horror like the Blood Clan, he remained unshaken.
After glancing at Lanci, Hyperion felt a little relieved.
As long as Lanci continued to be this composed, she wouldn’t worry.