Amber Sword

Chapter 1124: Chapter 277: Infiltrating the Manor

The guard in the cage was so scared that he thought he had been captured by some evil wizards from who knows where. Shivering and trembling, when Brand and others questioned him, he spilled the estate’s situation like beans. There were more than thirty guards in the estate, plus cooks and servants, amounting to nearly a hundred people. He couldn’t say for sure if the Count himself had come because the orders were usually conveyed by three Sir Knights.

Based on his description, Brand speculated that the strength of the three knights should be between Gold. He furrowed his brows slightly; dealing with three in the Golden Domain wasn’t a problem for him now. The trouble would be not knowing the enemy’s skilled techniques, so avoiding disturbance might not be easy.

But what concerned him more was how Little Roman’s inexplicable black witchcraft came about. Little Roman’s eyes twinkled as she said it was her big sister who taught her. As for who the big sister was, no one could say clearly. She cradled the cage, finally only explaining the operation of the spell. This cage could imprison all creatures within the witch’s line of sight, as long as their will was not firm enough to be trapped by the spell. The spell’s target wasn’t limited to one person; it could reach up to ten people.

Brand listened for a while and understood that this was a True Illusion; as long as the subject believed, the illusion would transform into reality. However, regardless of whether the subject believed or not, they still had to get past the subconscious barrier. But this spell wasn’t omnipotent. Judging by the spell’s ring level, it was more than enough to imprison an upper Black Iron guard, but it wasn’t so certain for dealing with stronger enemies.

Deceiving the mind, tempting the dark side within, this is typical of black witchcraft.

Little Roman covered the cage with a black cloth, thus isolating the person inside from all perceptions of the outside world. Everyone couldn’t help but marvel at the witch’s magical spells. Even Char couldn’t resist offering a few compliments. As law mages, their spells, like conjuring a bridge from thin air, erecting a wall, or even heating and melting steel, seemed miraculous to ordinary people. But law mages worked within the law threads of the Vorn World and ultimately couldn’t escape their inherent rules. They couldn’t turn flames cold or make ice scorching, yet witches excelled in doing things that defied common sense. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Therefore, people didn’t like witches because their witchcraft tended toward chaos. Some even claimed witches were involved with Twilight. Of course, Brand knew this was nonsense. But regardless, black witchcraft, due to its intrinsic power, indeed couldn’t be considered righteous.

He pondered for a moment, "Looks like we need to find Aunt Jenny quickly to figure out what’s happening with you. Unfortunately, there’s been no news of her. But, by the way, aren’t you worried at all about your aunt’s situation?" Miss Merchant widened her eyes, her smooth forehead glistening: "Aunt gets out often and doesn’t return for months!"

It’s almost been a year, right? Brand couldn’t help but rub his forehead: "Alright, in any case, until we clarify the facts, you’re forbidden to perform those strange spells in front of people, understand?"

"Why?"

"We don’t want my little Roman to be tied to a stake for burning, do we?" Brand answered sternly.

Roman thought about it seriously, nodded, and felt it wasn’t a good idea either, agreeing: "Alright, Brand!"

Most of the people had already gotten used to their way of communicating, silently waiting for Brand to make a decision. Brand glanced toward the estate, called the guard in the cage again to inquire about the general distribution of the estate’s guards. Since Roman had covered the silver cage with a black cloth earlier, the guard hadn’t heard anything before. Being called out for questioning again, he remained frightened.

Brand carefully listened to the description, keeping a composed expression, and asked, "Are there patrols?"

The guard nodded like a chicken pecking at grain and stuttered, "Yes... there are... Wizard Sir..."

Brand quickly learned that the estate had a patrol unit of cavalry passing by approximately every half-hour. This was precisely the information he needed. He nodded at the cage, drew the black cloth back down, and asked Roman, "If you can catch him here, can you send him back?"