Chapter 490: The identity being fought over! Favors!
The Ultimate Truth of Everything…

All of Ailin’s eyes were focused on Tissaia de Vries’ face.

It is both everything and the ultimate truth. Such an arrogant and conceited name is most likely related to sorcerers.

Tishaya de Vris felt Aelin’s gaze, pondered for a moment, and explained:

“The Chamber of Commerce of the Ultimate Truth of All Things is a chamber of commerce affiliated with the Brotherhood of Warlocks. It was originally founded by legendary wizards from the Association of Talents and Skills in order to obtain funds for researching spells and to put their research results into practice.”

“After the establishment of the Warlock Brotherhood, the legendary wizards of the Talent and Skills Association also had their own forces. The Universal Reason Chamber of Commerce was basically affiliated with the Warlock Brotherhood, selling some stable and harmless research results of the Warlock Brotherhood, collecting and producing the raw materials, utensils and experimental equipment needed by the warlocks…”

“So…” Ailin heard something and frowned.

Philippa Eilhart explains for her mentor:

“The Universal Theory Chamber of Commerce itself does not have a very obvious identity. Moreover, over the years, the controllers of the Universal Theory Chamber of Commerce are not only warlocks, but also kings and nobles of many countries. It is difficult to find the perpetrator based on this clue.”

“Like Aretuza,” Agatha interjected with interest, “and the royal family of Temeria.”

She glanced at Duke Mason.

“Silver Lily does have interests in the Theory of Everything Chamber of Commerce,” Duke Mason did not deny. “Several of the larger countries in the northern continent have interests in it. In the aristocratic circle, shares in the Theory of Everything Chamber of Commerce are the highest level of currency.”

Ianna snorted at this time: “Then keep asking.”

“I don’t believe that there are despicable people hiding behind the scenes who are making such a big fuss just to hide a flawless chamber of commerce.”

Tissaia de Vries nodded and asked:

“Who from the Universal Theory Chamber of Commerce entrusted you with this?”

“I don’t know him.” Evanston paused and said with difficulty, “The Universal Theory Chamber of Commerce arrived in the evening, but he did not show up.”

“At night, after the dinner for the Chamber of Commerce ended, I returned to the room and saw him wearing a hood, hiding in the shadows in the corner of the room.”

“Five witchers. He promised that if I killed five witchers, he would help me get the title of Knight Commander of the Royal Guards and let me enter the royal court of Tretog.”

Ianna and Duke Mason looked at each other and frowned.

He is capable of running a royal guard, even though the royal family of Redalia is not protected by the royal guards due to the Falgar Rebellion and other reasons.

The Palace Guards were still quite close to the King, which was not an easy position to run.

“How do you know what he said is true?” Tissaya de Vris was obviously aware of this problem.

Evans is not a fool. How could he believe everything and take such a risk just because the visitor is from the Chamber of All Things?

“Because… because…” Evans’ voice began to become unstable, “Because of a family emblem…”

“What kind of badge?” asked Tissaia de Vris.

“I…I forgot.” Evans looked confused.

“No, you remember!” The golden and purple light flashed again in Tissaya de Vris’s pupils.

Ailin seemed to see a series of flickering pictures in the light.

At a certain moment, the picture suddenly stopped…

“Boom~”

A dark red magical glow suddenly burned on Evans’ body, and violent elemental fluctuations shot up into the sky.

“Humph~”

Tishaya de Vris, who was well prepared, snorted coldly again.

The renewed strong wind not only failed to fuel the fire, but instead extinguished the dark red glow rising into the sky as if the oxygen was depleted.

“Ah~”

A shrill scream sounded from the void, and a translucent dark red parchment was blown away from Evans’ body by the strong wind.

There were various magical patterns and etched texts painted on the parchment, but the magical patterns were obviously not regular ritual patterns, and the text was not the ancient language commonly used in spells, nor was it the common language of humans, but a strange and unfamiliar text.

Twisted, hideous and evil, at first glance, those patterns and words seem not to be made of ink, but compiled with negative emotions, and strong malice flows out.

But before it could have a greater impact on the people in the reception room.

“Wow~”

The moment the golden-purple light appeared at the bottom of the parchment, it was as if it had encountered the best combustible material in the world, and it instantly burned the parchment to ashes.

The stench of sulfur and charred corpses was overwhelming.

“The breath of the devil.”

Tissaia de Vris waved her hand in disgust, and a breeze blew on everyone’s cheeks, and the fresh scent of oak and citrus replaced the stench.

“Teacher, devil…” Philippa Ehart hesitated to speak.

Tissaia de Vries carelessly tidied her hair that was messed up by the wind: “The Chamber of Commerce that wants to kill the demon hunter and the forbidden demonology of the wizard association, the two are a good match, aren’t they?”

In the demon hunter world, demons can refer to almost all foreign creatures summoned from another world. They are not demons that are opposite to devils. So although this statement sounds a bit strange to Ailin, it is not wrong.

Vesemir and Dante looked at each other with stern expressions.

For the first time, they realized the value of Tissaia de Vris, the first sorceress in the northern continent.

Demon hunters travel far and wide, and they have naturally heard of the devil’s contract, but they have never heard of anyone being able to peel the contract off their body.

Demons, demonology… Ailin looked at this scene and felt a little scared.

Fortunately, after catching Evans, they did not rush to interrogate him, and Tissaia de Vris was in the Temple of Meriteli again.

Otherwise, it would be fine if he didn’t get to know anything. Once he got to know the truth, he wouldn’t be able to resolve the devil’s contract on Evans like Tissaia de Vris did.

Maybe he would get hurt if he was caught off guard. After all, it wouldn’t take two such powerful waves of magic to silence him.

“Uh–“

Although the contract failed to silence the witness and was expelled by Tissaia de Vris’s exquisite magic, it obviously did not cause no harm at all.

At this moment, Evans looked like a broken piece of porcelain, with cracks all over his body. Blood oozed from the cracks, staining the chiffon lining red.

His face was so distorted that it was almost impossible to recognize Evans’ original appearance. It was uglier than a zombie.

Protruding cheekbones, crooked teeth, and a popped right eye…

Although he was in a daze and did not scream under the mental control of Tissaia de Vris, his breathing was slowing down and his life was quickly passing away.

He was dying.

“I have already noted down the characteristics of the emblem…”

Tissaia de Vris waved her hand, and the emblem of a black acorn on golden diagonal stripes suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

It was placed on a table, a rough, calloused hand pressed against it.

“Gold diagonal stripes… a military noble who defended the territory of Kaedwen… black… wisdom and moderation… acorns…” Duke Mason frowned as he recalled, “According to heraldry, this should be a sorcerer from the Kaedwen nobility…”

He looked at Tissaia de Vries.

Tissaia de Vries shrugged: “I don’t remember the family crests of the warlocks.”

“I can check it out,” Philippa Eilhart volunteered. “The one who can convince Evans can’t be a low-level sorcerer. It’s easy to check.”

Tissaia de Vries looked at her apprentice, then looked at Aylin, and smiled with satisfaction:
“That’s great. I’ll leave this matter to you and Ailin. Anyway…”

“You will have to cooperate sooner or later.”

Tissaia de Vries’ tone was meaningful, but before anyone else could ask, she glanced at Evans and said, “Any other questions? Hurry…”

“Praise be to the Mother of All Creations, the goddess of fertility, harvest, and childbirth, the eternal maiden, mother, and protector of the crone…” A pious old voice sounded beside her.

A golden light descended from the sky. Evans’ injuries healed visibly, and what was even more remarkable was that he did not break Tissaia de Vries’ mental control.

“Don’t be in a hurry. Ask slowly.” Ianna glanced at Tissaia de Vris. “No one can play tricks in front of Tissaia de Vris and hide their thoughts. But at the same time, this injury can’t stop the goddess’s servant.”

Tissaia de Vries shrugged and said nothing.

Philippa Ehrhart’s woman’s intuition was aroused, and she looked at Ayling with a strange expression.

She always felt that the high priest of the Temple of Meliteli sounded jealous.

But is this possible?
The temple leader, who is almost at the end of his lifespan, is jealous of the dean of Aretuza over a demon hunter?
She glanced at Agatha beside her, who also had a confused look on her face.

“That person’s target is not the Wolf School or the Griffin School, but all demon hunters?” Ailin thought for a moment and asked.

“Yes, all demon hunters,” said Evans.

Arryn glanced at Vesemir and Dante, and the two witchers thought about it and shook their heads.

“In that case…”

Just as Ailin was about to draw his sword with his right hand, Ianna suddenly spoke up to stop him:

“This is the temple of Meliteli. The punishment should be carried out by the goddess’ servants…”

The words have not yet fallen.

“Crack~”

A snap of the fingers.

“Plop~”

Evans fell to the ground helplessly, completely dead.

The living room was quiet for a moment.

Ianna looked at Tissaia de Vries with dissatisfaction: “What are you doing?”

“For the sake of order, judge the guilty.” Tishaya de Vris adjusted the ring on her hand and curled her lips, “Okay…”

She stood up from the high-back chair and, with a snap of her fingers, summoned a portal.

“Duke Mason, will you come with me?”

“Of course!” Mason glanced at Arlin, nodded, and was helped up by Arthur and Sarah.

Ailin stepped forward quickly: “Thank you, Duke Mason.”

Mason patted Ailin’s shoulder and pointed at the empty leather armor on his chest:

“If you really want to thank me, then wear your family crest, Arryn of Elland.”

Ailin was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously: “I will.”

Mason curled his lips and waved to the bard Yevgeny Willard: “Let me see your records, and then build a portal with us to save us the long journey.”

Yevgeny Velad touched his chest with joy and saluted, handing over the chiffon paper that had been prepared long ago.

Ailin took a quick look and saw that there was no problem. He walked past Philippa Eilhart and Agatha and came to Tissaia de Vries: “Ms. Tissaia, I…”

“Shh~” Tishaya de Vries stretched out her slender fingers and put them on her lips. “You just came back from Drakenberg and haven’t slept all night. Have a good rest first.”

“I’ll come back tonight and tell me your choice then.”

For some reason, Tissaia de Vries looked as if she was sure of his choice, but Aylin clearly hadn’t made up his mind yet.

But Tishaya de Vries’s favor to him and to the Wolf School was real, even if she herself said it was “only for the sake of order.”

But for the sake of order, witnessing is enough.

In the end, Evans was killed. The hatred originally from Redania, the Lisberg Civil Partnership, and the unknown, but mostly Kaedwen wizard Ban Ard, was taken by at least one-tenth of it by Tissaia de Vris and Aretusador.

And after it was recorded by the bard, it was one tenth more that Arryn would take on regardless of whether he agreed to rescue Heng Gedimides or not.

This is a huge favor.

“Thank you.” Ailin said softly.

Tissaia de Vris blinked with a smile and walked into the portal first.

Agatha glanced at him curiously and followed closely behind.

Philippa Ehart passed by him and opened her mouth, but in the end she said nothing and left.

Ailin stared at the portal with almost no fluctuations, not knowing what he was thinking.

“Alin, there are always other ways to repay favors…” Ianna’s voice came from behind.

Ailin smiled bitterly and was about to say something.

The demon hunter’s keen perception suddenly caught a noise beside him. His ears moved and he turned his head to look.

Duke Mason was whispering to Yevgeny Villard:

“It was all good at the beginning, but there were some problems at the end…”

Yevgeny Velad quickly looked at the chiffon paper in front of him that was covered with elegant cursive handwriting, and looked left and right but found no missing anything.

“Here,” Mason pointed to the end, “the criminal is on Elland’s land, and the murderer is a vassal friend of the Elland lord. How could it be a sorceress from Aretuza who executed him?”

Yevgeny Velad was stunned: “But…”

“Hmm?” Mason looked at him expressionlessly, “But what?”

Yevgeny Velad was so frightened that he trembled all over and laughed awkwardly: “But… the corpse… the corpse is intact, only the spell…”

“No, you are mistaken,” Mason shook his head. “He was beheaded. Arthur beheaded him on behalf of his lord.”

The words have not yet fallen.

Arthur immediately stepped sideways, stood beside Mason, drew his sword and cut off Evans’ head who was one step away from Yevgeny Willard.

Blood splattered on the bard’s face but not on Mason’s body.

Yevgeny Willard wiped the blood off his face in a daze and nodded repeatedly: “Yes… yes… the criminal died under the fair punishment given by Lord Mason…”

“Very good.” Mason nodded with satisfaction, then signaled with his eyes for a servant to push the bard into the portal.

He never looked at Aelin, who had a strange expression on his face, or Ianna, whose every wrinkle revealed dissatisfaction, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch Yevgeny Velard away from him.

of course.

Mason could choose not to watch, but Arthur, the sergeant-major of the Horse Guards who had beheaded Evans with his sword, stayed.

He bowed to Ianna and Nenneke apologetically and said, “I’m sorry, High Priest Ianna, Priest Nenneke, I will arrange for someone to come here…”

“Go away.” Ianna waved her hand unhappily. “Someone will take care of the body. Also, tell that cunning old fox that this is not Elland’s territory, but Meliteli’s.”

Arthur smiled apologetically again and didn’t argue.

He bowed again, then nodded to Arryn, Dente, and Vesemir before walking through the portal.

“Boom~”

The portal disappears.

Ailin looked at the place where the portal disappeared, then looked at Ianna who was full of indignation, and sighed softly in his heart.

“It’s a favor…”

(End of this chapter)