How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 163 The Visitors from the Mage Academy

Chapter 163 The Visitors from the Mage Academy

The two countries have a long history of conflict, and then a Nord comes along and says he wants to save Sussas?

But Kane said, "Let me finish."

Varn chuckled coldly and continued listening, his expression softening slightly.

Since the other party has a purpose, they probably won't kill him.

Kane continued, "Although there are conflicts between Sussas and Nord, peace is the mainstream between the two countries."

However, if the ruler of Sussas becomes a belligerent person, or launches a war to quell internal conflicts, then there will be great uncertainty.

The Nords do not currently wish to wage war against Susas.

"variable?"

Varn sneered and said in a low voice.

"The great King Susas can still rule for decades to come; there is no uncertainty."

"Didn't you Nords have a coup d'état in the War City before?"

Kane said, "What if that great king dies?"

"die?"

"It's you? No—" Varn said.

He realized it immediately.

It wasn't you. If it were you, you wouldn't be coming to me. You mean—someone's going to make a move?

Is it another member of the royal family, a high-ranking noble, or the council?

A series of thoughts raced through his mind, and he was horrified as he recalled some rumors.

Kane said, "I don't know exactly what will happen."

After all, schemers always have many schemes. All I know is that Duke Eisenberg seems to be making a lot of moves—recruiting many mercenaries and adventurers—

His Highness Grayson of your royal court has been the first in line to the throne for far too long.

As for who has the strongest motive and who will make the move, you'll have to investigate that yourselves.

As for the rest, I've written down all the information I know. You can just give it to the important people you know.

However, be careful not to be silenced.

"Evidence? Paper?"

Varn felt something new in his pocket, and the cold dagger left his back.

He turned around, about to say something, only to find that there was no one behind him, just an open door.

He stood up, walked out, looked outside, and his expression changed.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and started reading it.

But the more he looked, the uglier his expression became, because he thought of the several somewhat unusual corpses they had found, and finally—

"The Demon Cult — Stigmata Ritual — Duke Eisenberg — Will — Change —"

His face grew increasingly grim.

But soon, he clung to the paper as if it were a lifeline.

With this intelligence, he might not be exiled to the border.

From a distance, Kane watched Vayne accept the "whistleblower letter," a subtle smile appearing on his face, before turning and leaving.

Seemingly aware that the arrest had failed, the military has now completely abandoned its efforts to search and apprehend people in the streets and alleys.

Kane walked down the street to an equipment shop, bought some things, and exchanged his scimitar, dagger, and a simple set of light armor.

In that dust explosion, he lost all his clothes and equipment.

All the previous ones were obtained by following the clues through the hands of mages, and even the gold coins were temporarily borrowed from Lady Ella.

He walked toward a dock, preparing to board a ship to leave Twin Harbor and head to the Savannah to meet Mrs. Ella and the others.

Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me.

Kane's eyes flickered slightly. He turned around, then turned a corner and walked into a dead-end alley.

On the other side, the newcomer walked into the dead end of the alley and looked at everything in astonishment.

Whoosh!

A curved blade slashed down from mid-air, invisible and without a trace.

The opponent immediately activated their mage armor to block the attack.

"Mage Armor"

Kane made his judgment in a low voice.

He activated Spiderwalking, scaling the wall like a spider to evade defenses; simultaneously, he used his mage's hand to wield a dagger, piercing through the shield and striking his opponent.

A dagger, aided by the mage's hand, bypassed the shield and stabbed at the opponent.

The person uttered a soft utterance, and their entire form blurred, instantly turning into a shadow.

The dagger missed its mark; what it had just stabbed was merely an illusion.

The art of obscuring.

Kane's eyes flickered slightly.

This is a second-circle illusion spell, which can be considered an advanced spell of the trick "Minor Illusion".

But just as Kane was pondering, a familiar voice rang out: "Lord Kane, it's been a long time. I never imagined you could use illusion magic to transform yourself from a drow into a human. What kind of secret technique is that?"

"No, what amazes me even more is that you've mastered the Spiderwalking spell on the runes." Does this mean you're already a second-tier arcanist?

"Who are you?"

Kane's eyes flickered slightly; the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

The flickering figure revealed its face.

The newcomer removed his hood, revealing a familiar face—it was Arendel, the very man who had helped him translate the ancient Elven script at the lighthouse hut.

At this moment, he was dressed in a mage's robe and holding a staff, and his demeanor was completely different.

Kane dared not relax for a moment.

The opponent is at least a second-tier mage.

He looked at the other person, not letting his guard down just because they had met several times before.

What he cares about is the other party's purpose: is it to investigate, or is it for something deeper?

Whose faction does he represent in Susas?

He whispered, "Arundel. I just want to know, are you a friend or an enemy?"

Arundel smiled, put down his cane, bowed slightly, and took out a badge.

Kane's eyes flickered slightly as he noticed the emblem of the Susas Mage Academy on it, and that it was a silver badge.

Seeing Kane's expression, Arundel smiled and said, "Whether you represent the Nords or the Darkwood, at least on the matter of confronting the Duke, I think we have more to talk about."

"Isn't that right, Lord Kane?"

Kane pondered for a moment, recalling the intelligence he had gathered earlier.

While at the merchant guild warehouse, I did learn from the Wax-Melting Demon that an enemy had tested the guild but was repelled.

Moreover, based on intelligence revealed by the enemy, the Susas Mage Academy might be able to be trusted for the time being.

Kane's eyes flickered slightly; he didn't immediately believe it.

Arundel smiled, raised his right hand, palm up, and declared emphatically: "I, Arundel, a second-tier mage, swear in the name of the elven gods, Susas, and the magic network:"

I am here solely for cooperation, with the aim of thwarting the Duke's conspiracy without compromising Susas's interests.

If I betray you, I will never be able to advance further, and my soul will fall into the River Styx.

After taking the oath, Arundel smiled at Kane.

At this moment, he was nothing like the scholar who had been detached from worldly affairs and devoted only to studying books in that lighthouse hut.

Kane, however, relaxed his guard slightly, his eyes flickering.

Compared to the wanted Ella and the uncertain future of the legion's adjutant Varn, this second-tier mage from the Susas Mage Academy was clearly a more reliable and powerful collaborator.

But then he began to think about something deeper.

In this incident, which side does the Susas Mage Academy represent?

Was it themselves?

Or the royal court?