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Chapter 703

Chapter 703: Chapter 91 Cardinal Loki Chapter 703: Chapter 91 Cardinal Loki As Aiwass continued to interrogate the man about his details, the image of the man in Aiwass’s mind became increasingly clear:

He wore a neatly tailored brownish suit with hexagonal, honeycomb-like patterns, and his red hair was neatly combed back.

Even in the sweltering Southern continent, he wore dark leather shoes; yet, he never seemed to sweat, and his skin remained pale and luminous even under the sun.

He had lived for many years in the Southern continent.

He had a good relationship with many Troll Tribes, and he also dealt with Goblins, speaking both their languages.

The Trolls called him “Mr.

Red Wine.”

Nobody knew his name, only that he was a powerful and mysterious “Wizard,” and it was unclear what his powers and Path were.

—This is bad.

...

Aiwass thought.

Because he didn’t recognize this person at all.

It meant that this person had never been recorded, he was a new BOSS that he had provoked himself...

Able to freely abduct the father of a High Priest from the Troll Tribes and do so without any resistance from the latter.

As a tribe’s High Priest, a Fifth Energy Level should be somewhat unlikely, after all, with that sort of physical enhancement, it would be hard to be cornered by Goblins with no organization.

Thinking in reverse, the High Priest should also be a fourth-level “Great Wizard.” Therefore, this man must be at least at the Fifth Energy Level...

even possibly an Angel Envoy granted the power of the Celestial Marshal.

“...Red hair.”

Aiwass muttered quietly, “The Bear Celestial Marshal...”

It couldn’t be entirely ruled out that he was an Avalonian or from the Noble Red, but judging by his red hair and pale skin, at least it was unlikely that he came from the Parthian Ancient Country, which produced many Great Wizards.

Soon, Aiwass had an inspiration.

There was an existence related to both the red hair and the Bear Celestial Marshal that he did know.

—Breaker of Sieges Erinyes.

The one used by the Lord of Scalefeather as bait for Aiwass, and was then made into caviar after being caught.

Could it be Erinyes’s descendant?

There was also the worst possibility...@@@@

Could it be Erinyes’s elder brother, “Nation Destroyer” Ares?

Although it was said that after falling from the Supreme Heaven, Ares was charmed by the beauty of the Shadowy Celestial Marshal and became an envoy of the latter, perhaps he already knew that Erinyes had been tricked and killed by Aiwass?

But even if he wanted to view it optimistically, at the very least, it was an enemy Transcendent of the Fifth Power Level.

Given his reputation as a “Wizard,” he should at least be a spellcaster.

—And such an enemy, not only had obtained Aiwass’s blood but was also in the Holy Nation at that very moment.

If it wasn’t that the Trolls were deliberately slacking, Aiwass would probably have been successfully cursed by now...

Suddenly, Aiwass realized something: “Wait, when did this happen?!”

Seeing Aiwass suddenly agitated, the Troll spoke hesitantly, “Two days ago, your Excellency Archbishop.

If it were too late, we wouldn’t have come to rescue at all.

Because it would have been impossible.”

“And you arrived in the Holy Nation today?”

Nor would they need to worry about that man discovering them, thus giving away Aiwass’s whereabouts.

The card’s value should also provide them with some peace of mind, ensuring they wouldn’t impulsively investigate due to a moment of folly...

Although these three Trolls were large, Aiwass felt they were all quite young, displaying a kind of youthful fervor.

He did not know the man, and if the enemy changed his clothes, he might not be able to find him, not to mention that Aiwass couldn’t tell Trolls apart; they all looked the same to him, so he couldn’t tell which one was the old wizard.

He would have to rely on these people to identify him.

Watching the three Trolls leave, Aiwass’s expression was somewhat complex, “Sister and enemy...”

Both he and his sister Freya resided in the Fifth Ring, and Aiwass had thought that he would soon meet this sister of his, of whom he had no recollection.

But now, it seemed he might have to search for this hidden enemy first.

Thinking thus, Aiwass headed to the thirteenth level, intending to report the matter to Matilda.

Elsewhere.

The Fifth Ring, Crescent Moon Hotel.

The red-haired youth dressed in a luxurious Pure White suit was meeting a guest of extremely high status.

The guest was wearing a grey robe...

It was like a spider’s web—light and fluttering, offering an unnoticeable dust-like color.

Around his neck was a Sin Thorn Ring with hollowed spaces, resembling a noose of black cord wrapped around his throat.

He had flame-gradient long hair, changing from red to orange to purple-blue.

Despite being male, his features were feminine and beautiful.

The only imperfection was his lips, stitched together with black thread, the ends of which were still visible—the scar greatly detracted from his beauty.

Right now, he was glaring angrily at a gaunt old Troll by the fireplace.

If the old Troll were to stand straight, he would probably tower three meters high.

But he sat there bare-backed, resembling a brown shrimp.

His body bore no chains, only Red Binding runes covering his back.

At the moment, he was continuously feeding plump leeches mixed with black herbs into the fireplace, his incantations a murmur.

These juicy leeches were the size of soaked sea cucumbers, so large that they’d stick out from a grown man’s grip.

They were almost transparently dark blue with blood strands inside them moving like parasites.

“Is this how you do—letting your Troll slave perform evil curse techniques in my presence?” the Cardinal Archbishop with flame-colored hair turned and shouted angrily at the red-haired youth.

The young man showed no reaction.

He simply chuckled, “What’s the harm, Cardinal Loki?

That is the blasphemous man our lord specifically wants dead.”

“—Are you sure you want to speak of your god in my presence?”

The Cardinal, known as Loki, had a dark expression, his gaze burning intensely.

“Of course.”

Yet the young man was not the least bit intimidated, “Or should I perhaps call you Utgarda Loki?

The traitor who betrayed the Supreme Heaven?

“—Don’t get so used to Illusion Techniques that you deceive yourself.

“Though it’s somewhat ironic for me, a human, to say this.

But remember, you are a Giant—Supreme Heaven should be your god.”