landbeastnovel Chapter 112 Euclid
Chapter 112 Euclid
Chapter 112 Euclid
Two rows of armored knights filed in and stood in neat rows around the horseshoe-shaped table.
Miodrag wore a crimson tuxedo and a golden crown.
He strode into the Royal Knights Hall and glanced around at his surroundings.
Beside him was a woman dressed in a white wizard's robe, with a white medical kit hanging from her waist.
Ms. Frey, a sorceress and healer.
Miodrag raised his hand, indicating that everyone present did not need to stand up.
There were no ceremonial guards, no loud gongs and drums, and no enthusiastic applause or salutes.
Miodrag sat directly in the lord's seat in the center of the horseshoe table.
"Dear colleagues, welcome to our place from afar."
"As you have seen along the way, the capital has just experienced a disaster."
"Therefore, this gathering of the noble gourmets will not focus on appreciating food."
"Instead, we will focus on one thing: the wizarding master Artamon of the Ben Ade Magic Academy."
"Is the headmaster of Ban Ade Magic Academy present?"
Miodrag raised a question.
The old man sitting in the right corner stiffened and opened his weathered, deep eyes.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Miodrag nodded. "Very well, then let Master Euclid explain to us why the golem created by Atamon went berserk."
Euclid stood up and patted his sleeves.
"Colleagues, I fully understand how you feel right now, but I also conducted an emergency study on the golems at the Ben Ade Magic Academy and discovered that someone deliberately removed the mental imprint from the golems, which led to the golems' rampage."
"And Wizard Artamon left the academy seven days ago. According to Wizard George, Wizard Artamon went out to conduct field research, during which Wizard George helped him open a portal."
"However, the location of this portal is being interfered with by the magic-blocking gold, so its exact location cannot be determined at present."
"Over the years, the humanoid golems have achieved remarkable results in territorial expansion, border defense, and monster hunting, which has aroused the envy of neighboring countries."
"I suspect that Atamon has met with misfortune, most likely by assassins from the Humphries Alliance or Aden."
"Your Majesty, we beg you to give Atamon justice."
Euclid's voice was filled with sorrow as he finished speaking and sat back down in his seat.
Everyone present frowned upon hearing this. If Euclid's words were true, it would undoubtedly be a great humiliation and provocation for Cordwin.
"Hmph, Euclid, your dean is dead."
The Marquis of Louis-Tppold, whose name was on the upper boundary, said with a hint of sarcasm, "I saw it with my own eyes."
"What?"
"Is Atamon really dead?"
"Who, who has the audacity to kill the great wizard Cordwin?"
"Colleagues, when I entered the capital, I passed by the Grafiacan family's residence. Their gates were tightly shut, and I could faintly hear weeping coming from inside. I suppose Lady Sevia has also met with misfortune?"
The Earl of Finnegans, of Lakeside Landmark, added.
"Madame Seville?! Yes, his relationship with Atamon is far from over; this was a premeditated assassination!"
Upon hearing this, Euclid stood up abruptly, his eyes wide with anger, his white beard fluttering up strand by strand due to his rage and the manipulation of magic.
"Your Majesty, we must find this murderer thoroughly!"
Miodrag looked at him, remaining calm.
"I know who killed him."
"Does His Majesty know?"
"Of course," Miodrag raised his head slightly, "Louis Pold knows as well, but—"
Before the words were finished, an obscure aura emanated from beneath the lord's chair in the Royal Knights Hall.
No one present noticed, except Euclid, who frowned deeply.
"Anti-magic gold?" Euclid sensed the magical disturbance and instinctively looked at Frey.
Due to the distance, Frey was not affected by the magic-blocking golden field.
This means that the Demon-Blocking Gold is only targeting him, and it's a pre-planned danger!
He asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"
The nobles present all showed inquisitive expressions when they heard the term "magic-blocking gold".
Miodrag smiled. "Master Euclid, rest assured, please sit down first. However, what I am about to say is rather shocking, and I need to let you calm down first."
Euclid stroked his swaying white beard and snorted coldly, but the gaze of the royal knights behind him sent chills down his spine.
If he makes the slightest move, he will definitely be stopped by the knight.
He reluctantly sat back down in his seat.
Miodrag continued, "The one who killed Atamon was a witcher."
The Witcher?
Upon hearing this term, the expressions on the faces of the people present were varied and fascinating. Some were surprised, some were disgusted, some remained calm, and some were curious.
Euclid yelled, "Oh, those damned freaks, those murderers! How dare they! They should have been wiped out in the first place!"
"No wonder the golems rioted; it was all the witcher's doing."
"Your Majesty, we implore you to order the arrest of this demon hunter and the recovery of losses!"
"Heh," Earl Rupert Mansfield of the Downward Landmark sneered, "Euclid, we all know Witchers are penniless, what losses are they chasing? Hmm?"
"Then let him be hanged!"
"Haha, that's pointless except for venting your anger!"
"Enough! This is the Royal Knights' Hall. Stop shouting like you're in a marketplace. Where is your noble demeanor and composure?"
Marquis Vaiknin, whose landscaping was marked by the lake, frowned and sneered.
"Since His Majesty knows who killed Atamon, why did he not immediately pursue the witcher but instead convened a meeting with us? There must be another reason."
When the Marquis spoke, Miodrag sat up straight, and the two nodded to each other.
"Vaikinen is right, Ms. Frey. Please explain to your colleagues the matter concerning Atamon and the young Count Grafiacan back then."
Ms. Frey performed a noble greeting to the crowd, then took out a silver magic crystal mirror from her medical kit.
"My lords, please take a look."
Under Ms. Frey's magical manipulation, a blurry phantom appeared in the crystal mirror, but the sound that came out made everyone present's eyes light up.
It was Atamon's voice.
The two discussed how to target the Temple of Meritelli and the story of Kael'Morhan's book, "Freaks, or Descriptions of Witchers."
Regarding the issue of abortion at the Temple of Meritelli, the vast majority of people were not interested, and some even secretly supported it.
Only the Earl of Finnegan, whose lakeside estate had a somber look in his eyes, had a very good relationship with his wife, who had been healed by the nuns of Merrittley Temple.
Euclid sneered, "My colleagues, King Éo already made his judgment back in the book 'Freaks,' so there's no need to discuss it again now, is there?"
"As for the Temple of Meritelli, shouldn't Louise Bold offer an explanation?"
"The person speaking with Atamon, if I hear correctly, is Viscount Jennings from your territory. Would he have dared to do this without your authorization?"