strokinit Chapter 137 Duke Eisenberg
Chapter 137 Duke Eisenberg
Chapter 137 Duke Eisenberg
"Damn it."
Seeing their companion's one-handed sword knocked away, the other two were both shocked and furious.
The half-elf, clutching his hand, glared angrily at Dorothy and demanded sharply, "What are you doing? Didn't you already get your spot?"
Dorothy smiled and put down her short staff, nodding slightly: "I just can't stand bullying the weak with numbers. Using weapons is going too far."
Besides, look at the other members of the Chamber of Commerce, they don't have any objections at all, do they?
The half-elf was furious and followed her gaze.
The members of the chamber of commerce, especially the portly fat man, only glanced at it indifferently before looking away, completely unconcerned.
The half-elf suddenly stood up, cursed Susas, and charged straight at Dorothy;
The other two became increasingly ferocious in their attacks on Kane.
Despite his doubts, Kane's gaze still unconsciously swept towards Dorothy as he parried.
She remained calm and collected, using two magic tricks to subdue the half-elf, followed by a first-circle spell that completely defeated him.
The remaining two were shocked, but Kane had a sudden idea and intensified his attack, quickly subduing them as well.
One person clutched their chest and cried out in pain, while the other gave up resisting and retreated with their hands raised.
Dorothy approached slowly. Kane looked up at her and asked, "Why are you helping me?"
He simply couldn't believe that a few casual words could lead the other party to offer help for no reason.
Dorothy smiled slightly: "Even if I don't make a move, you're more than capable of handling the three of them, aren't you?"
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Seeing Kane remain silent, she continued, "You possess a deep-seated confidence, which is why you initially rejected my offer to team up with you."
Even so, it's not too much for me to make a small gesture of goodwill, is it?
After all, we'll be teammates from now on.
Kane asked, "What about your previous teammates?"
Dorothy shrugged and pointed to the other side.
Kane looked over and saw that another team had just finished a fight, leaving four survivors, but the atmosphere between the four was also extremely tense.
Dorothy sighed softly, "With this kind of team atmosphere, they won't go very far."
After saying that, she extended her hand with a gentle smile.
"You can't hit someone who's smiling," Kane thought for a moment, then reached out and took her hand.
That hand was slender and soft, with a warm and smooth feel.
With the dust settled, a six-person team was quickly formed, but the atmosphere among the team members was still far from harmonious.
The portly merchant from the Chamber of Commerce stepped forward and arrogantly addressed the crowd: "Get on the ship."
Kane nodded, and a small boat rowed by a boatman slowly approached.
Dorothy boarded the ship first, followed closely by the others.
Kane's gaze darkened slightly; he felt that this mission was too deliberate.
He recalled hearing "Duke Eisenberg" in Mrs. Ella's dream, and remembered the ambush his team encountered in the savanna; a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Dorothy noticed his unusual behavior and asked, puzzled.
Kane shook his head, looked at her oblivious expression, said casually "It's nothing," and stepped onto the ship.
Meanwhile, in a nearby Sussac-style manor.
Outside the study window, which is filled with books, a carrier pigeon slowly lands.
One hand took the carrier pigeon and untied the letter from its leg.
The half-elf spellcaster, dressed in a silk robe, glanced at the contents of the letter, turned, walked through the dark corridor, and came to the door of a study, where he gently knocked.
A moment later, a dignified and authoritative voice came from inside the door: "Come in."
The spellcaster pushed open the door and entered.
At the back of the long table sat an elf dressed in noble attire, exuding an imposing aura.
His pointed ears and blue eyes revealed his pure-blooded elf identity, and his expression was cold and solemn.
Opposite him stood a masked man in black robes, bowing low.
If Kane were here, he would be shocked to realize that this man is a cultist from the Demon Cult.
Ignoring the cultist, the spellcaster bowed to the imposing pure-blood elf and said, "Duke Eisenberg, the new sacrifices have been loaded onto the ship, and my apprentice is leading them to their destination."
Duke Eisenberg nodded slightly, looking unconcerned, as if it were just a trivial matter.
He turned to the cultists and said in a deep voice, "The wax demons created by the ritual you provided couldn't even take down a squad of mercenaries; they even managed to escape."
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The cultist remained respectful: "Your Excellency, the Molten Wax Demon has already annihilated the vast majority of the mercenaries."
Besides, your goal was to destroy the ballista that exposed your connection to the Bloodline Purification Society.
All relevant witnesses have been eliminated; the objective has been achieved.
Duke Eisenberg gave a cold laugh, remaining noncommittal.
The cultist continued in a low voice, "This is just a minor setback. As long as you continue to amass your demon army, you will eventually have the strength to attack the Elven Royal Court."
At that time, all enemies will be utterly defeated, and you will become the sole ruler of Susas.
Duke Eisenberg glanced at him indifferently: "What do you want?"
The cultist bowed and said, "I have helped a traitor escape into your country. I implore you to help me search for him."
Furthermore, we hope to receive your support.
Duke Eisenberg, his gaze heavy, said, "Go down."
The cult member hesitated, then bowed his head and slowly retreated, leaving the study.
Duke Eisenberg turned to the spellcaster: "How are our plans progressing?"
The caster respectfully replied, "I have fully mastered the methods for preparing the Sacred Mark Ritual and the Possession Elixir."
Next, all that's needed is to master the key methods for controlling demons.
Duke Eisenberg nodded: "The people of the Demonic Cult are not to be trusted, but their rituals are worth our use."
A mage apprentice with no hope of advancement, through this ritual, transforms into a demon and is able to defeat most of a team of professional mercenaries—
We must firmly control this power.
The caster nodded, understanding perfectly.
Duke Eisenberg said in a deep voice, "Damian, once I have control of the Susas Elven Court, I will help you return to the academy."
Your school of thought will regain its glory because of you, and you and your students will receive the titles and rewards you deserve.
The spellcaster named Damian's eyes instantly lit up with excitement: "I understand, I'll go back and continue my research."
Duke Eisenberg nodded and watched him leave, then looked south, towards the direction of the Elven Royal Court.
A deep ambition surged in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Kane and his group sailed to the location designated by the Chamber of Commerce. This location was far from Twin Ports and was the sea area where the merchant ship was said to have gone missing.
Kane's expression grew increasingly solemn as he gazed at the calm, still water, his mind filled with doubts.
Although he didn't know his new teammates, his years of experience told him that this matter was not as simple as it seemed, and there must be something fishy going on behind the scenes.
The calmer the water surface, the slower the current tends to be, and the less wind and waves there are.
Normally, merchant ships would choose the faster current route.
But this time, the fat merchant was in a hurry to urge them to board the ship and refused to mention any details about the mission.
The ship's cargo, accompanying supplies, the reason for its disappearance, and whether it involved thieves or other forces were all left unsaid.
Kane's expression darkened slightly as he looked at the silent boatman rowing, the gentle-smiling Dorothy, and his still-distrustful teammates, and sighed inwardly:
This team is completely unreliable.
Dorothy looked at Kane, called him by his alias "Kate," and asked softly, "What's wrong?"