Chapter 582 - v3c350p1
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The Abyss(9)
As the demons were fighting with the northern allies of Aouine and the armies of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, Jorgendy Ridge’s army quickly captured the entire harbor of Ampere Seale. The Coast Guards were thoroughly defeated by Brendel. However, the beings from down below were spared. With All for One’s guidance, they easily opened the gates and dispersed the remaining port guards. By nightfall, there was scarcely any resistance remaining in the port.
Amidst the pouring rain, a beautiful figure was slowly making its way up the hovering staircase of the city building.
Medusa Lysemeka wore a clean white linen gown, revealing bronze scaly skin underneath, her legs were far more slender than those of a human woman. She liked to wrap her bronze-speckled python tail around her shoulders, like a shawl.
She ascended the balcony at the top of the city building, separating the twittering eagle demons and saw the dying Viscount Benninger. She took his wrist and recited a byte, a faint black pattern emerged above the third joint of his left hand index finger. She brought it to her beautiful eyes and examined it for a moment before raising her head and asking, “Where did you find him?”
The Eagle Demons replied in a shrill voice and a language unique to the underground, “Nearby, ma’am.”
“Why didn’t the messenger wake up?”
“The messenger has been knocked unconscious, ma’am.”
Brendel understood now. He knew that the twelve witches were scattered all over the earth, and figured that it was unlikely for them to agree with each other. Although he was heir to the Darkness Dragon, he wasn’t necessarily the only heir, and Babasha had clearly come to him as a long-term investment.
The old witch was quite shrewd, but Brendel did not think highly of the few Silver-ranked witches, and could not help but be a little disappointed. “Babasha, don’t tell me that you think this feeble strength of yours will help me?”
“Of course not,” said Babasha in a hurriedly, “but my lord, the witch’s power has always resided more in wisdom than strength. Difficulties that cannot be solved by strength can be solved by wisdom.”
For the last two sentences, Brendel and Babasha had stopped using Whispering Magic, and Count Audine after hearing this immediately opened his mouth, “In that case, old witch, what wisdom do you bring forth?” His tone was hardly polite, for witches were the definition of treachery and deceit.
“My lord, we can take you through this area while avoiding the Eagle Demon’s watch,” Babasha replied.
“Really?” Brendel asked carefully with a faint glint in his eyes. “You say you can take us through the area without being discovered by Jorgendy Ridge’s army?”
“Exactly.”
“No matter if it’s to the south or north?” Brendel continued asking.
“Mr. Brendel, what do you plan to do?” Princess Gryphine was shocked. She turned her head and looked at Brendel with wide silver eyes. It was as if she was getting to know him all over again.
“Ye……Yes.” A few more wrinkles seemed to appear on Babasha’s face. She was thinking about something, but she was not lying.
“Babasha, how many people can you guarantee will cross this blockade undetected?” Brendel didn’t acknowledge the others as the path in his mind was becoming clearer.
“No more than twenty people.”
“I see,” Brendel nodded, “Your Highness, the Anchor Key you gave me can be used to determine an anchor point for the First Royal Fleet of Aouine, right? How much magic do you need to activate it?”
“Mr. Brendel……”
Gryphine looked at him and whispered, “It’s too risky….”