The crystal ring on Zoya’s left ring finger, which continuously exuded cold air, suddenly shone brightly.
The dark blue curse mark, which was similar to her hair color, spread quickly from the ring. It emerged on the back of her hand, forming curse patterns like a spell.
Her pupils gradually brightened, sparkling like starlight in the blink of an eye — a galaxy-like brilliance flowed in her eyes.
She took out a rune-engraved chip made of talisman from her arms, cut open the ring finger of her left hand, and squeezed the blood into her left eye.
The next moment, the brilliance of her left eye suddenly went out and became pitch black, even losing its highlight completely.
Annan’s nose twitched.
He smelled something familiar…
That chip seemed to be made of centaur’s finger bones.
It had a special smell unique to centaur.
—The spells that need to be cast using centaur finger bones could only be high-level Prophet Spells.
“I will be overthrown by wine!” She exclaimed, spreading her arms as if to embrace someone and tilting her head back to loudly recite, “For the prophet too was overthrown by wine, misinterpreted revelations, and erred in judgment—”
Hearing this chant, Annan knew what spell Zoya was going to use.
It was a high-level Idol Spell called [Urgent Intoxication], which was similar to the divine art of the same name in “the Valley Wolf”.
It could, by temporarily sacrificing its ability to foresee the future, convert this into an insight into “the present.”
“I drank blood due to my thirst for wine, I harmed myself due to my thirst for blood, and thus I was intoxicated before even drinking—”
As Zoya finished her chant, her originally galaxy-like brilliant right eye also became dull and lackluster, and a faint smell of alcohol began to emanate from her body.
The next moment, she slowly brought her hands together in front of her. It was a slow and extremely strenuous motion, as if each hand was weighed down by an invisible heavy object.
But the moment her two fingertips came together, a pyramid was formed in front of her.
A deep blue halo, like ripples on water, invisibly spread out from her as the center.
The light curtain spread rapidly. As it passed each person, they each heard a light “pop” sound in their ears… It was like the sound made when lifting a finger off the surface of water, only much louder and clearer.
This spell, used for wide-area scanning, even continued to spread beyond the viscount’s mansion, extending to a radius of three kilometers around the area.
“I found him!” Zoya called out urgently.
Immediately after, she quickly reached out and pressed her hand against the wall.
The ice seeping out instantly formed a smooth mirror on the wall.
Zorgen skillfully picked up a candle from the ground and handed it to Zoya.
Zoya held the candle with her right hand and pointed at the mirror.
With an authoritative voice, she commanded, “—[Reveal] yourself here at once!”
The next moment, the figure of a middle-aged man appeared in the mirror.
On the other end, the man who was trotting down the mountain saw a thin curtain of ice suddenly appear in front of him, with a look of panic in his eyes.
But before he could react — managing only to shield his face with his hands, he crashed through the ice curtain.
Before he could even wonder why the ice curtain hadn’t harmed him, he stumbled out of the ice mirror on the wall, shattering it completely.
The Edict School was proficient in spatial abilities, but targeted teleportation was a challenging feat.
It was a highly difficult spell that could only be mastered by those who studied both the Edict School and Idol School, [Mirror Manifestation].
Using a mirror and light as mediums, this spell allowed the caster to draw out a person they saw from within the mirror. If the person on the other side crashed the mirror that appeared in front of them, they would cross the spatial gap and step out directly from the mirror.
Since wizards typically had relatively fragile physiques, poor reflexes and defensive capabilities, this spell was generally used for “rescue” purposes… to instantly pull frontline teammates to a safe location.
With proper coordination with teammates, the spell could also teleport enemies from nearby directly in front of them – as long as the enemies entered the “mirror”.
For example, using this spell when the enemies were falling was a guaranteed hit.
Longjing Tea worked hard to learn this spell too.
However, his train of thought was different from these aboriginal wizards.
His idea was to set up a large amount of Black Fire, Suuankou’s magic, or other high-risk explosives in the secret room — such as tying a Destruction Wizard and locking it inside. Then, use this spell to first summon the enemy’s mirror image and quickly close the pathway before making a hasty escape.
And then, he had another player teammate from a different battlefield assist by pushing the enemy into that mirror…
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Looking at the man who appeared utterly baffled after being teleported, Annan put on a faint smile.
The ritualist who attempted to teleport Annan into a hostile crowd was instead teleported back to his own ritual setup by Annan’s people using his own ritual materials, and indeed found himself among the hostile crowd…
…Is this what they call “an eye for an eye”?
The moment the middle-aged man stumbled and fell out of the ice mirror on the wall into the study, he recognized his surroundings.
He didn’t even pay attention to the ice shards on the ground, immediately dropping to his knees… and even slid a short distance forward due to the inertia.
He shouted without hesitation, “—Wait, wait! Don’t kill me! I surrender! Spare my life!”
However, Zorgen showed no mercy.
A slender shadow hand emerged from the man’s own shadow in front of him, gripping his own throat tightly. The momentum even caused his knees to lift slightly off the ground.
However, Zorgen did not exert his full force yet.
The shadow hand, powerful enough to crush the man’s head, only left him with a face flushed red. The victim could barely manage to speak, “Don’t… don’t kill me…”
“Why?” Zorgen stared at him with emotionless silver-gray eyes and asked in a low voice.
The shadow hand loosened slightly, placing him back on the ground. He slid to his knees again, his bloody knees landing on the ice shards, causing him to involuntarily cry out in pain.
“I’m not on the same side as them, I’m hired… No, no! I’m being threatened! I have their information—”
“It’s the same for me if I kill you and then search through your brain.” Zorgen whispered, “There is a Soul Snatch Wizard among us… A wild dog that plays with rituals.”
—I didn’t expect that you, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would also lie.
Annan thought calmly.
He did know a Soul Snatch Wizard, but he didn’t bring him along this time.
This time he brought Brother Koutsu, a Destruction Wizard who would not die in explosions, and Child the Breacher, but he did not bring a Soul Snatch Wizard.
After all, Annan initially thought that it would be a fight once he arrived here — the kind where after the banter, he would be ready to fight under the siege of the army.
He even brought the Elven Skin Glove.
Unexpectedly, the opponent did have bad intentions, but his methods were much better than he imagined… The classic method of sending personal soldiers to encircle and suppress the Grand Duke was useless.
However, what the ritualist said next made Annan stunned for a moment.
“I’m on your side, Your Majesty! I’m on your side — I was sent here by His Excellency Crow to Austere-Winter!”
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