Chapter 943 (1/2)

Chapter 943: The Spread Blackflame

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“All clear?”

While looking at Zooey, who was walking down the deck, Elena asked.

“Yes, it took some time.” Zooey wiped the fresh blood on her face. “Luckily it’s all cleared now.”

“What are we going to do next?” Betty asked, shrugging, “Write a report to His Majesty, Roland?”

“Leave it to Elena. I’m not good at summarizing. After all, His Majesty didn’t take it very seriously. He only told us to maintain the stability of the situation with whatever necessary means. Just write Appen as a man who resisted change and was full of evil intentions. Such a person is better off dead.”

“That’s the truth,” Betty said as if she thought this over already. “If he had no evil intentions, why would he choose a border town nearest to the Kingdom of Dawn?”

“His Majesty may not take it seriously, but we can’t do the same.” Elena cleared her throat. “I’ll lay out all the details about the cause and effect, and the analysis basis, including what you just said—just like a record of a meeting in the City Hall.”

“I bet you just want to get His Majesty’s compliment to win a few more visits to his Dream World.” Zooey rolled her eyes and said.

“Wha-what did you say!”

“Really? Why didn’t I think of that…” Betty looked at Elena with excitement. “Can you teach me how to write an official report?”

“Um… let’s see.” Elena coughed drily. “Let’s get the work done first.”

“Right.” Zooey put away her mocking look. “But don’t put what we’ve just said in your report.”

“I know.” Elena looked at the other end of the deck and waved at a few men in black robes. “Come here.”

The lead man, supported by another two men by their hands, walked to the witches and bowed. “Lady Oracle, what can I do for you?”

“Since you were willing to follow me here, it means you’re fully prepared, right?” Elena asked seriously.

The old man was none other than the founder of “Black Money,” the legendary merchant of City of Glow, Banach Lothar. Although the God’s Punishment Witches were incomparable in terms of combat capacity, they still needed the assistance of common people in such a matter as intercepting Appen on the sea and making sure his death could not be traced back to Graycastle.

To a common person, regicide was an unimaginable crime, especially when it was to terminate the whole royal bloodline. Ridiculous as it was, even wealth, no matter how enormous it was, was no match for such worship of descent, which was shown from Banach’s shivering shoulders. Nevertheless, he still managed to make a move, indicating his ambition abundantly clear.

“Yes… I’m willing to serve you.”