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Hearing this, Aiwass was finally able to confirm what had just happened.
His earlier intuitive judgment was indeed correct; someone was truly “sending a message with their life”!
“…So that’s how it is.”
Sherlock also reacted in sync, “By cursing that troll sorcerer, they have led us here.
“That’s why the curse only lasted for a brief moment, and after being blocked, it wasn’t repeated; and despite knowing that they had been discovered, there was no attempt to change their location…
“They weren’t preparing an ambush here—it was the old troll gentleman, using this method to tell us Mr.
Red Wine’s location.”
But soon, Sherlock harbored doubts, “However, how did you know that we were near the Holy Maiden at that time?”
This was the point he could not deduce—if the old giant was confined here, then how did he get information about their side?
Could it be that just as Cardinal Loki can surveil the Holy Nation, he could also monitor Cardinal Loki?
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“No, I didn’t know.”
The old troll sat on the ground with his legs crossed, answering honestly.
He calmly replied, “But I did know that the three of them would surely come to the Holy Nation.
And I also knew that given their personalities, they would most likely get into trouble.
“I calculated the time, and they should have arrived a while ago.
So around noon, I cursed Zumaidi—given their personalities, they would mostly be looking for food around that time.
Once Zumaidi caused a disturbance, I took the chance to curse Babru…
That should have been enough to draw people here.
“I can only say luck was on my side.
The first attempt was a success.”
…No wonder.
Bram clenched his teeth in frustration.
He had actually felt a slight disharmony just now.
“Old Rabih,” who had silently endured since being captured, suddenly softened his stance and started chatting with him!
At that time, he didn’t think much of it, assuming that the other party had come to his senses—after all, going to the Parthian Ancient Country was indeed much better than staying in the tropical rainforests of the southern continent.
The “job description” he previously gave Old Rabih didn’t contain a shred of falsehood; he truly believed it was a good job.
The authority of the Benevolent Lords was even greater than the monarchs of Avalon and Antimony!
They were true absolute rulers whose words could not be challenged.
Those who defied them would be deprived of water; those who dared to kill them would doom a city to ruin due to the loss of its water supply.
In Bram’s view, it was a clear win-win—
Being the most trusted, secretive servant of such an absolute ruler who acted as they pleased, wasn’t that far better than leading a group of trolls, hiding every day in the entertainment-deprived depths of the rainforest, eating raw meat, and gnawing on herbs?
For suspicious Benevolent Lords, the most important thing was “trust,” and a troll slave with no social ties whose life was in their hands was the most trustworthy of people.
He would certainly be valued highly and might even get access to expensive life-extending medicines.
—Who would have thought that this old creature would actually prefer to return to that barren tropical rainforest.
To betray him, he even went so far as to fatally curse his own loyal tribesmen!
Upon hearing this, Sherlock also narrowed his eyes slightly.
He realized that this old troll was not to be taken lightly.
It was by coincidence that Zumaidi had been cursed when Pure White happened to be nearby…
But even if Pure White hadn’t been there, the outcome would have been the same.
As long as one of the trolls among them died, the use of curses to commit murder in the Holy Nation would alarm the Nine Pillars Divine Church.
Which was different from Avalon, where many people died every day, even on Glass Island.
In the Holy Nation, where public order was good, the killing of any person was a big deal—even though trolls were considered lowly, they were in some ways more deserving of concern.
In the Holy Nation, this was also a kind of “political correctness.” Although it wasn’t a performance for anyone, one’s heart—or rather, one’s Path of Devotion shouldn’t go against this.
Because any clergy of even slight status must pay great attention to “young trolls coming to the Holy Nation to rescue abducted tribal leaders, and the abducted leaders wanting to engage in secret transactions with people in the Holy Nation, and the young trolls being cursed to death on the street during their investigation.”
—This BUFF was truly stacked too high.
If you back down here, you might even start to waver in your own Dedication—
Do you think this matter is too dangerous, or are you averse to the trouble?
Do you discriminate against trolls, unwilling to dedicate yourself to them?
The Holy Nation prohibits the slave trade, sees trolls as people not commodities, why didn’t you stop the transaction?
People being murdered on the street, and even by a cursing sorcerer, why did you turn a blind eye?
Even, in a certain sense, the tribal leaders could be considered Monarchs.
And when the political leaders of local powers are disrupted or harmed by foreign Transcendents from another country…
this is also the main direction of the Holy Nation’s sanctions.
—This old troll called “Old Rabih” completely understood the pain points of elves.
Even Bram, who had captured him and brought him here, probably did not understand elves as deeply as Old Rabih did.
And to achieve all this.
Merely “cursing to cause injury” was not enough to alarm the higher echelons of the Church.
The curse only took effect for a brief moment, then automatically lifted, which could only be considered a threat or a prank; if the curse was too light, the bishop would at most disperse it.
Even the three young trolls themselves would not take it seriously, instead feeling that it was trivial, something all too common in the southern continent.
It had to be a deadly curse, and it had to cause fast and painful death.
Only then would everyone take the matter seriously.
—From the very beginning, Old Rabih had planned to personally curse two of the three trolls who had come to rescue him to death.
“…I think I recognize you.”
Sherlock furrowed his brows and asked, “Are you the prototype for ‘The Escape of the Troll Sorcerer’?”
At these words, Aiwass also raised his gaze, scrutinizing the troll closely.
He had read the novel too—it wasn’t exactly a literary classic, more of a casual read.
Its full title was “The Story of How a Barbaric Troll Wizard Sold to the Antimony Kingdom by Slave Traders Deceived and Killed His Own Master and Then Escaped with His Troll Lover Babimu by Drifting on a Raft for Twenty-Eight Days Back to the Southern Continent.”
—Yes, that’s the kind of book titles that are popular in Iris Flower right now. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Instead of book titles, they might as well be summaries…
Because these books were just displayed on shelves, and if you only saw the title, it was hard to catch the reader’s attention without a critic’s recommendation, you could easily be overwhelmed just by looking.
Your book is called “The Secret History of a Noble Lady,” followed by “The Secret History of a Noble Woman.” Uninformed readers might even think it’s a series, perhaps looking forward to when “The Secret History of a Noble Young Master” will be released.
In this context, Bram invented a new style of title:
He printed the most eye-catching parts of the plot in large red letters on the book’s cover, so that they could be seen and pique interest from a distance—this trend was one he initiated.
The downside was that these book titles were not easy to promote, and readers found them hard to remember.
So, after these books became popular, he would contact major publishers to give the books short, new names and redesign the covers, tucking the original titles inside as part of the summary.
At least in the art of writing bestsellers, Bram could indeed be considered a genius.
“How do you plan to deal with him?”
Aiwass looked toward Pure White.
“Lock him up first.”
Pure White bowed her head and explained, “Normally, for such a criminal, we would first contact his home country.
We’d proceed with extradition, or authorize punishment!”
“I am an Irisflower Person!
I am an Irisflower Person!”
Bram shouted at the top of his voice, even going hoarse, “Please contact the Speaker!
I want a lawyer!”
“—But, his case involves not only an ongoing troll trade but also relates to the Giant’s Bloodline.
He also launched an attack on the Papal Guard.
As such, we won’t contact anyone until we’ve dealt with his other crimes and interrogated all his secrets,”
Pure White continued in a calm voice.
“!Tsk.”
Bram clicked his tongue.
But Aiwass noticed that, even so! Bram didn’t seem very frightened.
Just then, Bram suddenly turned his gaze to Aiwass.
“Don’t think you can escape, Aiwass!
Is it fun helping others?”
He shouted loudly and even broke into a higher pitch, “When you lay eyes upon me, my lord can smell your scent!
“When you dream, claws shall scorch your flesh—”
Thud—
Aiwass suddenly stepped forward, lifting the heavy scepter in his hand, and slammed it down hard on Bram’s face!
In a flash, Bram coughed up blood, spattering it along with shattered teeth.
The acute pain caused tears to instinctively well up.
As a fourth Energy Level Transcendent on the Path of Devotion, Aiwass had excellent physical qualities.
Although not as good as Hayna at close combat, he was a mid-range professional—at least much stronger than hunters or assassins who specialized in agile, physical professions.
His strength rendered Bram unconscious in an instant.
Aiwass slightly raised his hand, and the light instantly healed Bram’s injuries.
“Being targeted is a matter between me and the Bear Celestial Marshal,”
He wasn’t angry, but spoke evenly and calmly.
“You!”
As Bram groggily regained consciousness and opened his eyes, Aiwass backhanded him with another blow before he could respond!
“—You’re not in a position to address me.”
“I!”
“Count yourself lucky.
If The Holy Maiden weren’t here, I’d have burnt you alive.”
After repeating the process three or four times, Aiwass had knocked out every single one of Bram’s teeth.
Because teeth are not considered flesh—bone loss cannot be instantly restored through Illumination Art.
At least from the perspective of Divine Arts, “tooth loss” is regarded as a disability…
just as losing a limb would be, and could only be cured through a ritual.
When Bram was next healed and awakened by Aiwass, his eyes showed more fear when they looked at Aiwass.
Aiwass lifted the scepter again, feigning another strike.
Bram instinctively closed his eyes, shrinking his neck, and tears naturally flowed out.
But the scepter in Aiwass’s hand didn’t fall.
“Go confess…
although you won’t.”
Aiwass simply gave Bram a contemptuous glance and turned to walk away.
Lily immediately followed Aiwass, with Sherlock trailing behind.
Two of the three trolls stayed behind to help the old giant, including Zumaidi who was almost cursed to death by him.
However, the grandson of the old giant, the tan-skinned “Young Rabih,” hesitated for a moment and then followed Aiwass out.
After realizing his own weakness, Bram froze for a good while, but then suddenly burst into tears:
“Mom, momma!”
He muttered fuzzily, now bereft of all his teeth.
Since leaving Avalon, his path had been smooth sailing, without setbacks…
In some ways, he remained the boy whose mind was preoccupied with how to rebel against his father.
“Take him away, lock him in the eighteenth Ring.”
Pure White waved her hand, commanding, “I will interrogate him later.”
She wanted to thoroughly question him on the whereabouts of the source blood needed to steal the power of the Giant’s Bloodline.
Pure White thought.
!It couldn’t really be you, could it, Cardinal Loki?
She looked at Old Rabih and decided to add, “Also find out who the buyer is, and give them a warning.
“These people are becoming increasingly brazen—remind them that the Holy Nation is not a place for their reckless antics.”
With her eyes covered by a white silk blindfold, The Holy Maiden’s voice was commanding and icy cold.
