Chapter 745 - Bismarck
Erwin’s home was located at the “rich zone” of Yothur City where most of the biggest buildings and high-class gathered.
It was a 4-story apartment, and Erwin owned the top floor. The busy street below the building was called Marcel District. Both ends of the street had a statue of a crouching man with wings behind his back. Most people who entered the street would remove their hats and pay respect.
“The statue is Marcel. Rumors say that he’s some herald of heaven who descended upon Aureum and civilized the initial tribes into the city you see now.” Tulu carried some hot water onto the balcony where Angor was inspecting the mortal city with a curious look.
“So you don’t believe that rumor, I take it?”
“Who will? Don’t mind those people bowing and kneeling to the statues. It’s kind of a rule around here. The royal court of Aureum believes the story, then the nobles follow them. They made up family titles after Marcel and built his statues everywhere just to show their loyalty to their ruler. Next, traders and common citizens who wish to join their rank also copied their ways.” Tulu rolled his eyes. “Most of them never believed this sh*t. Seriously, maybe even the current king of Aureum pretended it.”
“I don’t know about the others, but I’m sure the king trusts the legend,” said Angor.
“Er, why’s that, sir?”
“I sense supernatural energy coming from the statues. Maybe a wizard placed them around the nation to gather the power of faith. And since the rulers allowed this wizard to spread the religion…”
While Toby left more and more wounds on Bismarck’s flesh, Angor also used his nightmare energy to break down Bismarck’s spirit defense.
However, Bismarck’s lips remained tight.
It was until Angor used a powerful “Nightmare Fear” cantrip, which finally caused Bismarck to lose the mental fight. But the man never mentioned any coherent information while in such a state.
From the limited words, Angor managed to know that Bismarck wasn’t helping the Centipede Guild. Other than this, there were only two names worth noticing—Roman and Leviathan.
Angor wasn’t going to check what was so special about Roman since Roman was dead. And when there was nothing else to learn, he unleashed a simple but deadly attack at Bismarck’s forehead.
There might be all sorts of hidden facts and misunderstandings, but he had enough reason to kill Bismarck now.
However, his attack was blocked by a sudden energy wave that came from Bismarck’s body.
“Who dares to harm my student?!” A shadow appeared beside Bismarck and unleashed its wizard-level might at Angor.
A wizard left his spirit barrier on this b*stard?! Angor cursed in his mind. Even Sunders never gave me such protection!
No matter what he did next, the wizard must have seen him through the mark left on Bismarck. And Angor definitely did not want to provoke a vengeful wizard who would either hunt him down personally or send assassins without an end.
As he wondered whether he should force his way through the protection and finish off Bismarck, the shadow suddenly spoke again in a smaller voice, “This illusion is… weird. It feels familiar.”