Chapter 489: A Person Beyond His Limits! The Chamber of Commerce of the Ultimate Truth of All Things!
Save Hen Gedimides?
Ailin felt it was too absurd.

Not to mention how dangerous it is to infiltrate Ban Ade, the conflict between the Wolf School and Ban Ade is known to everyone in the entire Northern Continent. It is somewhat black humor that they charge into battle regardless of life and death for the dean of Ban Ade.

Vesemir thought he had misheard and asked, “Lady Tissaia, is the Heng Gedimidis you commissioned the one we know?”

“That’s right,” Tissaia de Vris shook her head. “The president of Ban Ade Academy, a member of the Supreme Council of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, and a member of the Association of Talents and Crafts – Heng Gedimides.”

Vesemir was silent. He looked at Dante and said nothing more.

But silence itself is an attitude.

Of course, there are also people whose attitudes are not so silent.

“Tissaya de Vris, are you… crazy?” Ianna frowned tightly, and confusion was in every wrinkle on her face. “How could the Wolf School agree to your request? Even if we don’t talk about the hatred between the two, this is a violation of the principle of neutrality.”

Tissaia de Vries glanced at Evans and asked, “Is there really still room for neutrality in the Wolf School?”

Everyone was silent.

At this time.

“Om~”

The school emblem on the demon hunter’s chest hummed.

With a strange “bang” sound, an orange portal appeared in the reception room.

The fluctuations in space stirred up a restless wind, causing the candlelight to shake violently.

“There is no rush for this matter for now,” said Tissaia de Vries, “We will talk about it after we have dealt with the current matter.”

Arryn, Vesemir, and Dente turned their heads in surprise.

They thought it was a condition of exchange: if the Wolf School rescued Heng Gedimidis, Tissaia de Vris and Aretuza would speak for them in the Northern Continent and the Wizarding Council.

Tissaia de Vries smiled softly and winked at Aelin. “As I said, Aretuza is on the side of order.”

Aelin didn’t have time to answer.

Arthur, the Knight Captain of Elland’s Royal Guard, wearing a knight’s armor with silver and white carvings, holding the long sword at his waist, walked out of the portal.

He glanced around the room warily, nodded to Aylin and the others, and then returned to the portal.

Then a large group of people walked out of the orange vortex of the portal.

Arthur, Sarah, Mason, and two knights who should be from the Elland Guards, then Philippa, and a gorgeous sorceress dressed in blue and white and covered in jewels.

She was wearing a long gown, with her golden hair intricately arranged into a flower shape. She must be Agatha, Elland’s magic advisor.

The portal disappeared only after a bard holding a lute, wearing a lavender lace jacket and a tilted hat walked in behind Agatha and Nenneke also walked out.

The entire reception room was suddenly packed.

After Duke Mason and Agatha greeted everyone in the reception room and took their seats, the bard, who was dressed extravagantly like a bird of paradise with colorful feathers, stepped forward gracefully.

“Oh, High Priest Ianna! Yevgeny Willard pays you the deepest respect,” the bard praised loudly in an exaggerated aria, “Praise the great Meliteli and her priestesses, the source of virtue and wisdom–“

“Meliteli welcomes you too, Yevgeni. I’ve heard of your name. You’re the bard who sang ‘The Knight of Death from the North’, a good piece of work. There are many little ones in the temple who hum your tunes all day long.” Ianna smiled kindly.

“It is my great honor to receive praise from the most noble incarnation of the goddess on earth, High Priest Ianna.” Yevgeny Virad said excitedly, “But it is not my ballad that is popular, but the protagonist of the ballad…”

He paused, and when his eyes caught sight of Arryn standing beside Vesemir, his eyes lit up instantly: “This should be the witcher knight knighted by the wise Duke Mason – Lord Arryn of Elland!”

Arryn was made uncomfortable by the bard’s sudden and fiery enthusiasm. “Hello, Mr. Yevgeny. I am indeed Arryn.”

The bard Yevgeny Willard took three steps closer and immediately grasped Ailin’s hand:
“I have long wanted to meet the hero of my ballad, but never had the chance.”

“This is the first time I’ve encountered a song that is updated slower than the hero’s heroic deeds…”

“But please rest assured, I’m already writing a new ballad. I’ve already thought of a name for it: ‘The God-Slayer of Elland’…”

……

Yevgeny Velad also has a deep, rhythmic voice with a unique flavor.

Words of praise were poured out in endlessly, praising Ailin to the point that he was unprecedented and would never be surpassed.

The only drawback is that it is too long-winded and speaks very fast, leaving you no chance to interrupt.

“Okay, Yevgeni,” Sarah rescued Ailin who was surrounded by compliments, “Your Excellency the Duke, High Priest Ianna, and Lady Tishaya are all waiting. If you have anything to say, let’s talk after it’s over.”

“Sorry, I was too excited and impolite…” Yevgeny Velad was stunned for a moment, then bowed deeply to several people.

“No problem,” Ianna waved her hand with a smile, as if she was still a little reluctant, “But let’s get down to business first. I’m sure you already know what you are doing here?”

“Of course!” Yevgeny Velad put his right hand on his chest, “It’s a great honor to witness this moment…”

Ianna looked at Mason.

“Hmph~” Duke Mason, who was sitting on a high-back chair, glanced at the dazed Evans and snorted coldly, “The nobles of Redania are really getting worse with each generation. They even want to become witchers.”

He glanced at Tissaia de Vreis and nodded solemnly to Arryn: “Don’t worry! You are a demon hunter from the Wolf School, but you are also Arryn of Elland, a knight appointed by me!”

“As long as it is a fair thing, the lord should protect his vassal.”

“Ser Arryn, I am glad that you still remember me, your Lord, when you are in trouble.”

Then, without waiting for Ailin’s reply, the old duke looked at Tissaia de Vries and Ianna and said, “Now that everyone is here, let’s get started!”

Tissaia de Vris and Ianna nodded at the same time and sat up straight.

The atmosphere in the entire reception room immediately became solemn.

Ianna said softly: “Master Vesemir, please take back the seal.”

Vesemir nodded and waved his hand to cancel the Axis Sign.

Evans immediately woke up from his confused state.

He opened his eyes dazedly, and the moment he saw Vesemir, Dante, and Arryn, his pupils suddenly shrank, but he did not panic. Instead, he frowned and glanced around, then threatened in a timid tone:
“This is not Drakenberg, where are you taking me…”

“The Temple of Meliteli, isn’t it obvious?” Ianna pointed coldly at the three holy statues of Meliteli on the wall.

“The Temple of Meliteli?” Evans immediately felt something was wrong, and his face changed drastically as he shouted, “No temple can judge a noble from Redania! You know…”

“Who ordered you to assassinate us?” Dante’s eyes widened with anger.

“What assassination?”

Evans glanced at the elder in the simple priest robe sitting on the high-back chair, and the three exquisite-looking women in noble attire who looked like sorceresses. Then his gaze stayed for a second on the Temeria royal mark on the family emblem on Duke Mason’s chest, and on the silver-white knight armor on Arthur.

Nobles… Evan’s eyes lit up, and an inexplicable hope rose in his heart. Then he argued righteously:
“It was clearly our Drakenberg and Lisberg Civilian Joint Venture, Lord Wizard Patrick Vasquez, who risked his life to save one of your apprentices.”

“And you actually used the excuse that your apprentice was seriously injured and in urgent need of medical treatment to take advantage of our kindness and pry open the door of Drakenberg. You even dared to kill Mr. Padrick Vasquez from Lisberg within the borders of Redalia…”

“This is a provocation and contempt for the King of Redalia. Is your Wolf School so neutral?”

“No!” “This is no longer neutral!”

“You came here for those long-eared elves. You want to free them. You have betrayed humanity!”

Evans accused loudly with a grim look on his face: “My Lords, I am the administrator of Drakenberg appointed by King Redalia himself. I suspect that the Wolf School has colluded with the elves…”

“You’re talking nonsense!” Dan was about to grab Evans angrily, but was stopped by Ailin.

“Lies can’t deceive anyone in this place!” He shook his head at Dante.

Also at this moment.

Nenneke glared at her, “How dare you talk nonsense when the gods are around!”

Evans shrank back and looked pleadingly at Duke Mason, who was also a noble and even a member of the royal family of Temeria.

Duke Mason looked at him coldly, his expression as frosty as ice.

This caused Evans’s inexplicable expectations, which had originally risen up in his heart, to suddenly fall into a deep valley.

Ianna also looked at Tissaia de Vries at this moment:
“Tissaia, hurry up. If you can’t dig out the truth, even though Meliteli is not the god of justice and punishment, she has also given you the magic to identify lies.”

“I’m curious, who is so evil that he dares to secretly harm the demon hunters who drive out evil for humans.”

Tissaya de Vris didn’t care about Ianna’s rudeness, and a faint purple light flashed in her pupils.

“No, I didn’t. These demon hunters framed me…” The crazy sense of crisis made Evans feel cold. He dodged Tissaia de Vris’s gaze and retreated repeatedly, seeming to want to escape from this place in a panic.

“Buzz!”

Three ferocious wolf head badges hummed rapidly.

Evans, who was retreating closely behind him, suddenly stopped, his pupils flashing with the same purple magical glow as that of Tissaia de Vris.

“Tell me,” Tissaia de Vries patted the folds of her blue dress on her knees, “did you plot to murder Master Dante of the Wolf School and his apprentice?”

Evans seemed to struggle for a moment. “It was me. I teamed up with Padraic Vasquez and Little House to issue a false commission in Monte Calvo and lead them into the hunting grounds of the Deer-Headed Spirit.”

“Beast!” Sarah clenched her fists and her eyebrows even raised in anger.

Tissaia de Vries glanced at him and asked:
“Why do you want to assassinate the Wolf School?”

“To leave Drakenberg.”

“Who can help you leave?”

Evans opened his mouth indifferently, but no sound came out of him.

instead……

“Om~Om~Om~”

Three school badges suddenly jumped up from the chests of Arryn, Vesemir, and Dante.

Almost at the moment when the buzzing sound sounded…

“what–“

Evans’ face suddenly twisted violently and he screamed miserably.

The dark purple magical glow flickered unsteadily in his eyes.

“careful!”

The three demon hunters’ faces changed drastically, and Arthur and Sarah immediately protected Duke Mason.

until……

“It’s okay,” Tissaya de Vries snorted coldly, “No one can play tricks in front of me…”

The words have not yet fallen.

The purple light in Tissaya de Vris’s pupils became even brighter.

In the reception room, Haoran’s mental power stirred up a terrifying storm, but this storm only surrounded Evans. Not only did it not affect Arthur, Sarah and Duke Mason, even the candlelight on the wall did not flicker.

Amazing control… Ailin’s azure pupils suddenly contracted.

Such a mighty mental power was definitely beyond the reach of anyone he had ever met in the past.

wrong!

At Ban Ade Academy, after the fighting competition between the Wolf School and the Cat School apprentices, Heng Gedimides appeared to be at least to this extent.

But at that time, his perception and mysticism were too weak, and his knowledge was insufficient. Without a scale to measure, he had no way of knowing how strong Heng Gedimides was.

But at this moment, even without identification, he could feel…

Tissaia de Vris far surpassed Ronnie Dickinson, who had reached extreme levels in both perception and mysticism.

really!

The five members of the Association of Talent and Skill are all people who have broken through the limits of warlocks.

But how did they break through the limits?
Is it related to Wei Ye and Wei Ye container?

……

Thoughts were surging in his mind. Fortunately, Ailin had used the divine wall to protect his thoughts before he entered the reception room. Otherwise, his overflowing thoughts at this moment would surely surprise him and be known by Tissaia de Vris.

“Click~”

Like a glass container breaking on the ground, a crisp sound came from Evans’ body.

“Evans!”

Tissaia de Vris’s voice was majestic, as if it came from the heavens. The purple magic glow in her eyes gradually turned into a brilliant golden purple:

“Look me in the eyes and tell me!”

“Who promised you that? Who asked you to assassinate the Wolf School’s witcher?”

“tell me!”

Evans’ head twisted and lifted in pain, making a harsh sound of bones rubbing against each other.

The moment his eyes met the golden-purple pupils of Tissaya de Vris.

Time seemed to stop, and the noisy living room suddenly became quiet.

Evans opened his mouth blankly and said:

“The Truth of Everything… The Truth of Everything will let me kill all the demon hunters!”

(End of this chapter)