Cthulhu Gonfalon

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Upon hearing Clito's words, the old mage's face suddenly went pale. He was no longer bothered about the sharp blade still against his own neck as his right hand reached straight for the ring on his left index finger and pressed onto it. He wanted to activate this magic tool and escape regardless of all consequences.

From his point of view, rather than wait hopelessly to be sentenced to death, he would be better off taking a chance with luck. Even if he were to be killed right now, at least his body could be transported to a predetermined place where he could still have a chance of being resurrected.

Although the resurrection was going to be very difficult while hope was not very high, it was still better than staying here to wait for death!

But, as a mage who was not very agile, was it possible to find the chance to escape from a Legendary Master like Clito, who belonged to the swift and sharp type?

Obviously, it was impossible.

Before the mage's right hand could touch his left, Clito had reached over and with a single swipe had removed all four magic rings on both the old mage's hands. He was so swift that no one could see when he made his move.

Then without waiting for the old mage to say anything, Clito threw a punch directly at the back of his head with the intention of knocking this suspect unconscious.

"Ugh! It's always troublesome when I have to capture them alive!" sighed Clito. After tying the guy up with a magic rope, he stuffed him into the Devil Pet Pocket, which was originally used to feed devil pets. Shaking his head, he said helplessly, "It is still more satisfying to bury a white blade in him and pull it out red, that would be so easy."

Though he spoke as such, he did not really intend to drag that mage out of the pocket so that he could drive a blade into him. Instead, he looked around the house to ascertain that there was only one suspect, then he used a communication instrument to contact the police of Void City.

Almost an hour later, the old mage, who was awakened by the odor of smoke, groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

He saw the handsome youth who had caught him earlier on and another young man who was not as good-looking, but very tall and valiant. He had eyes that were exceptionally bright, as though they could penetrate the hearts of the people. The two stood by his side, one on his left and the other on his right, as they watched him.

"This was really out of my expectation. You were just out shopping with your wife and children, yet along the way, you were still able to apprehend a spy and bring him back here," the man with the very bright eyes said. "And an advanced mage at that."

"An advanced mage could actually turn out to be a spy, I'm very surprised too," Clito said. "What exactly is this world coming to? I really don't understand!"

"Can you please not pretend to be such a knowledgeable person?" the chief of intelligence, Easter, said with a sigh. "I just feel that your luck is the problem. Why are you always running into such events? Remember that group of spies that was sent to monitor His Majesty, the God of Agriculture, previously? They were also discovered by you."

"Maybe I'm born to be at odds with the spy business," Clito said with a smile. "If not, why am I always encountering these guys?"

The once ace spy laughed. He did not continue to elaborate on this somewhat bizarre topic. To the advanced mage who still seemed to be in a slight daze, he said, "You have two choices."

"What are the choices?" the high mage was quick to regain his sobriety and sanity and asked as calmly as he could.

"The first choice is to try and see if you are able to kill us, then escape," Easter said. "This choice is not that difficult. It is nothing more than unleashing your potential via an outburst. It's just killing two Legendary Masters; that's not that difficult, right?"

The advanced mage did not answer this question. With a sigh, he asked, "What about the other choice?"

"The other choice is to behave yourself and give us your honest cooperation," Easter said. "In fact, I'm also very curious. Exactly what do you know? Where did you learn of the news? Who else knows about this?"

There was a dangerous glow in his eyes as he said, "The most important thing is, I need you to work with us. We need to find all these guys who know of things they shouldn't know!"

The advanced mage was silent for a while and then asked, "Can you give me some time to think about it?"

"No problem, you can think through it slowly. I'm not in a rush," said Easter. "I'll just wait here, when you are done considering, you can call me anytime."

"Eh? You are going to stay here to accompany him? What about your job?" Clito asked in surprise.

"You'll cover this shift for me," Easter said with indifference. "Anyway, I'm quite idle during this period. My job is still mainly to train the kids. You can handle those things too—and I remember you have always been popular with the kids, especially the young ladies."

Clito smiled awkwardly then hurriedly left, leaving only Easter and that apprehended advanced mage in the house.

It was only after Clito had gone far enough that Easter could once again look at that advanced mage. But at that moment, his eyes had become gloomy, cold, and full of murderous intention.

"Just now my friend was around, there were certain things that I couldn't speak of," he said coldly. "Regarding the issue with Cambrona and his wife, rightfully, there should not be any outsiders who know of it. How on earth did you know about his wife's identity?

Not waiting for the other party to answer, he continued to add on right away, "I know you must be unwilling to tell the truth, but it doesn't matter. I'm also not expecting you to give me an honest answer. I'm going to send you to meet someone in a moment. Right in front of him, there's no way you'll have the chance to hide anything!"

"Who's that?" the advanced mage asked with worry.

"A necromancer. Maybe you know him," Easter said lightly. "I was just thinking about it. In fact, the greatest possibility of how you got this news might be from him. "

The advanced mage instantly showed his discomfort and panic. With a bitter expression, he said, "Can I not meet Tu Ya'an? If I were to meet him like this, I would lose all my dignity…"

"Dignity? If you have wanted to retain your dignity, why did you become a spy?" Easter asked as he laughed coldly. "Now I know who you are… haha. You are one of the city lords of Mill City and also a great mage who owns a Legendary magic tower. Why have you come all the way to our Republic of Northwest to be a spy?"

That advanced mage was Tu Ya'an's "Senior," the oldest among all the disciples under Master Mill, a Legendary Master. He happened to discover some wonderful traces in Tu Ya'an's magic tower, and after a period of research, he figured out that Tu Ya'an was carrying out some research related to the "extraction of divinity." Suddenly, he felt invigorated, and he started to investigate the matter at all cost.

After several years of investigation, he was almost done sorting out the entire matter, especially in ascertaining the possible existence of a "weapon of god" that carried divinity with it. That was none other than Cambrona's wife, Jane. So regardless of identity or dignity, he hurriedly made his way over to Void City where he stayed in the dark to secretly spy on Jane's situation. He wanted to get a clear understanding of what was going on.

Unfortunately, he might be an expert in magic, but in the spy business, he was nothing more than an outsider. Being discovered after a few attempts at spying was not considered that bad, but the worst thing was to be seen through by Clito who just happened to pass by. Clito then sneaked into the mage's house and caught him in the act.

Facing a situation where he was caught red-handed in the act, there was certainly no way he could show any denial. Especially after his identity was discovered by Easter, robbing him of the last trace of hope to escape by sheer luck.

Caught in such a helpless situation, even this old mage who was highly respected could only hang his head in dejection as he accounted for everything with complete honesty.