Within An Zhu’s territory, Alberto was anxiously waiting for some news.
The return of the High-Level Professions had a much greater impact on An Zhu than on Cape. After all, Alberto and Lind’s technology trees were different; the High-Level Professions here dominated absolutely.
Moreover, the High-Level Professions had returned.
For Alberto, this was a challenge but also an opportunity. Although these High-Level Professions each had their own flaws, and some even came with powerful backgrounds that were difficult to control, if used properly, they could greatly enhance An Zhu’s overall strength.
In front of Alberto was a completely surrendered group of professionals.
“Still no news?”
Alberto was getting impatient. The Black Crow Society members had said that Cape would soon have a conclusion, allowing Alberto to wait in the hall for news of the returning Raven.
Indeed, the Black Crow Society chose to play both sides, not only completely surrendering to Alberto but also attempting to secretly manipulate the situation in Cape.
At this moment, the members of the Black Crow Society below were sweating profusely. This shouldn’t have happened; even if the Raven’s assassination failed, escaping to report back should have been an easy task. Who could stop an eighth-level professional skilled in assassination?
“Your Majesty, please wait a little longer; after all, Cape is not a lighted candle. But even if the assassination failed, Lord Raven would still have news.”
Hearing this, Alberto irritably said, “Weren’t you the ones who said it would be easy to stir up the situation in Cape?”
The members of the Black Crow Society exchanged helpless glances. At this moment, the professional responsible for communication finally stepped into the hall.
Alberto frowned after taking a glance at the newcomer, shaking his head.
“Your Majesty, is there news from the Raven?”
A cautious member of the Black Crow Society stepped forward to inquire, as Alberto’s mood looked terribly bad.
“Yes, but no.”
Upon hearing this response, the members of the Black Crow Society were baffled. Alberto weakly tossed the news down, and after they received it, they realized it was not news from the Raven but a letter sent by the Northern Border Governor.
The Raven’s assassination had failed, or perhaps it had been discovered before it even started, and the King’s capital had been captured. The opposing Governor was demanding compensation from Alberto for the losses caused during the capture of the Raven and also requested explanations.
Although it was highly likely that the Raven had not exposed the shadow behind this action, one could tell just by thinking that Alberto had a part in this matter. It didn’t matter if he was really unrelated.
Alberto felt as if he had been sprayed in the face, though he believed he was used to it; ever since he started communicating with this Northern Border Governor, he felt like he was either being scolded or on the road to being scolded.
Members of the Black Crow Society immediately started to apologize, but Alberto waved his hand.
What could be done at this point? Forget it, just deny it to the end; scolding was just part of a king’s most basic skills.
Moreover, what Alberto was more concerned about was how an eighth-level professional skilled in assassination got caught in Cape. Had high-level professionals truly joined Cape’s camp?
…..
The Raven would probably never forget the scene of those red-robed Sisters entering the café; that was the first time the Raven felt the kind of pressure that was suffocating.
When he first saw those red-robed Sisters rushing towards him, the Raven was somewhat dismissive, thinking that they could catch him with just them? Just a quick shadow concealment spell, and he believed he could escape easily.
But soon, the Raven learned what a wall was.
These Sisters actually had a simple barrier that dispelled shadows, and it could move along with them!
The Raven’s shadow concealment could penetrate physical walls but could not directly cross these barriers, which were clearly aimed at him; even when he tried to hide in other shadows, the Sisters would directly illuminate him with Holy Light.
It was obvious that they were well-prepared; all their magic was to prevent the Raven from escaping.
This was completely different from the combat the Raven had imagined; even if he was ambushed, the opponent should have been a mid-level professional with a bunch of lackeys to surround him, allowing him to play with them and escape in style, right?
These Sisters wore strange masks and red robes, wielding chainsaw swords in one hand and Holy Light in the other, directly delivering a saturated strike against the Raven.
Diving into shadows was not true invincibility; it was more a means of evading damage and adjusting position.
The Raven had previously infiltrated a monastery using rain; even when in good condition, he could use various magic combinations to avoid getting wet on rainy days, but rain would eventually stop, while those flames seemed to never cease.
Despite fighting back desperately, the Raven was still captured; the opponents were clearly well-prepared and had used a continuous supply of resources to wear him down, leaving him with no extra strength to break through.
The Raven was effectively killed by Holy Light, or more directly, he could say he was crushed by money.
Of course, being able to use such extravagant means, with rich resources to intercept one person would be painful for any other faction, but for the Sisters, this was just a real-world drill to test the compatibility of movement barriers.
Flora, observing the high-level assassin through her mask, had initially thought this ambush would be dangerous; but the reality proved high-level assassins were not that mysterious, at least not as much as those lunatics from Lantern Dream.
As the Goddess awakened, the Sisters’ Holy Light gradually returned, and Flora could even feel her Holy Light was more abundant than before, and her divine arts were even easier to wield; even high-level professionals could not hide under Flora’s Holy Light.
All this was thanks to the Lord Governor. It could be said that the Sisters were believers of the Goddess, but rather they believed in Lind himself, especially when the Sisters found that their direct faith in Lind’s Holy Light had not weakened.
Flora conducted a security check on the Raven with a magic-dispelling stone, removing or destroying the life-saving devices and means on the assassin before using regular magic to suppress the Raven.
Originally, Lind had intended to use the magic-dispelling stone directly for restrictions, but given its great expense and rarity, it was also difficult to pair with other restraints and could even risk becoming a hindrance if the prisoner damaged other restraints. So ultimately, he still used the magic-dispelling stone for the security check, then employed normal methods for suppression.
The Raven’s final destination was the newly built court in the royal capital, where he would be judged.
This organization was specifically established by Lind to deal with high-level professionals who violated laws and committed crimes, at least for now.
