The premise of all this is to take down Mokou Town.

Only in this way can he place his army on the border of the Kingdom of Cormier in advance.

Once the Dragon Cult's Dragon Cult's research is successful, he can rush his army to go south and occupy this chaotic kingdom that was ravaged by the giant dragon in one fell swoop.

So...what does an arcane who is not an arcane mean?

Another doubt quickly emerged in Hajjhorner's mind.

The first thing he thought of about the meaning of this sentence was the color-descending old man who had long been transformed into lichs.

"Ryze!" he stared at the void, his expression moved, and shouted, "Help me predict what intersections I have with this new lord named Brian in the future."

In fact, he had already detected it in advance through prophecy spells.

It failed as if there was no such person in the world.

This reminded him of the Purple Dragon Seal Ring issued by the Cormier royal family.

It is said that the legendary quality Purple Dragon Seal Ring will be personally given a legendary "avoid detection" and "warning" magic by the female lord of Arab City.

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt it was unlikely.

Because he did not think that this new lord who appeared out of thin air could be qualified to obtain this Purple Dragon Seal Ring.

"The future is not visible, tomorrow is unknown, but fate has been settled and cannot be changed." A hoarse voice came from behind Hajjhona.

Ryze, who was covered in blood, slowly stood up, and the dagger was still stuck in its chest.

He grinned, his uneven teeth had been stained with blood, making it look very ferocious.

"I predict your mother's head!"

With a roar of grief and anger, the dog-headed man tried his best to use his last strength, held the dagger inserted into his chest tightly with his rough hands, and pressed it down violently.

Its eyes quickly dimmed, and it fell on its back and fell to the ground without rest.

"Silly stuff!"

Hajjhona looked at the corpse of the kobold in disgust and said coldly, "Although you have revealed nothing to me, your expression indirectly tells me that the new lord must be taken seriously."

"Fate is just the boring masturbation of the loser and the ridicule of the coward. I never want to believe such stupid words as fate has been determined, because my own destiny should be created by myself!"

The Supreme King of the Ghost City raised his hand and kicked Ryze's body into the dark night outside the tower.

Meanwhile, in another ghost tower in the floating city of Sultansa.

Desud Tanshul stood in front of the barrier-filled window with his hands behind his back, staring at the floating clouds that were hiding far away in the desert below.

The floating city is floating over the sea that is lingering in dark clouds all year round.

Once upon a time, this place was called the thirst sandbank, a basin that stretched in all directions for miles and was also a saline-alkali area with extreme moisture.

With the return of the Ghost City, some powerful magic is cast here.

On this poorest land in Torrell's history, a lake that stretches for thousands of square kilometers is created, clear and cold.

On the north shore of the Sea of ​​Shadows, there is a chessboard-like field composed of green leaves, yellow wheat and brown earth, rich in color.

The desert storm that engulfed the land had stopped, a bright moon hung in the sky, and the silver moonlight shone on the fields, and some seemed so fresh and pure.

The ghost prince Desu, as usual, just returned from the judgement hall, so he wore an office uniform from the Naserel's ancient empire:

A straight black robe, a pair of long-sleeved black shirts embroidered with gold thread on the left chest, a gold belt tied around the waist, a mask hanging on it, and a smooth round ivory product.

His body was young and his hair was thick and black, thanks to the magic that resisted aging, but his shoulders sag heavily due to centuries of magic research, revealing his true age.

The ghost prince left the window and began to examine the gem that had been holding behind him just now: a blood-red ruby ​​the size of a fist.

The carving angles on all sides of the gem are very strange, as if they want to be self-enclosed.

Floating in the center is a slightly twisted ghostly existence.

This person is the soul of the arcane who Desoud had just convicted of murder in the judgment hall.

The arcane, who might have been two holes in his eyes, was looking out sadly from the walls of Crystal Prison.

"Death penalty!" The ghost prince Desude said to the gem, repeating the verdict he had just given, "You cannot be resurrected within fifty years."

Then he placed the ruby ​​into one of the thirty-six niches in the wall.

Behind Desud, a constituent creature—a slightly human-shaped monster with green leathery skin, a pair of huge bat-like ears and a pair of shiny black eyes.

The consummate creature hummed slightly, its leathery wings wrapped themselves like a cloak, making a gesture of contempt with its webbed fingers.

"Horn is a cruel bastard." The constructed creature said in a squeaky voice, which was a kind of speech that only Desud could understand.

"He slowly killed the cat and enjoyed its torture process, and you should give him five hundred years in prison, not fifty years."

Desude looked down at the constructed creature, and even if he stood straight, the creature would not be higher than his knees.

It is made of Desu's own blood and is made by alchemy.

Therefore, there is a continuous spiritual connection between it and its owner.

Since it was created, it has been a priceless tool, helping DeSude in the Floating City Justice Department.

"Fifty years are the punishment for killing demon pets stipulated by law." Desude said quietly.

"This is not fair!" the constructed creature whined: "The hybrid Horn will be free in fifty years, and poor..."

The constructed creature reached out to the ruby, intending to shake it hard to vent its dissatisfaction.

Even if this does not harm the gems or the soul inside, etiquette and law must be maintained.

Desude forced his consciousness into the mind of the constructed creature and twisted its arm down violently.

The organism curled up in anger and took care of its dislocated shoulders.

Desud looked down at the face of the constructed creature with expressionless expression, like a judge's mask hanging from a belt.

He flicked his finger and performed a structural repair technique on it.

A moment later, he heard a rush knock at the door.

He issued a silent command with his fingers, and the constructed creature was nervous and crawled under a table and hid.

When Desude first used illusion to block its existence, and then popped up a spark of magical energy in the direction of the door, it kept looking at it with its big glittering eyes.

"Please come in."

The person who pushed the door was Judge Froye, the woman with long black hair, had deep crepes on her forehead.

She was wearing a judge's black dress and a black shirt, and a pair of ivory masks were also placed on her belt.

"His Excellency Desoud," she said, "I'm sorry to bother you so soon after you end a sentence, but there is a case that requires your ruling."

There was a small fist beating under the table in anger, but it was not heard.

"What accusation?" Desu asked without emotion.

"The crime of espionage - specifically, the crime of stealing state secrets. Under the direct commission of the Supreme King, the arcane Putech is studying a method of reversing one of his spells. The Supreme King hopes that the reversed spells will be helpful for further deciphering the color-resistant scroll. However, Putech's research notes on the project were stolen."

Desu nodded.

Not long ago, the Supreme King revealed to him the details of this special research plan.

Putek is trying to reverse his secret manuscript, which can make magical documents uninterpreted, and only those who know how to decrypt the command spell can read it.

If he successfully reverses this spell - assuming that the color-resistant scroll is gathered again - then having this spell will be the first to understand the secrets of the scroll.

In this way, the five "Secret Discourse" scrolls on the creation of artifacts stored in the Tower of Karthas will be further deciphered.

This case is indeed very important, but the ghost prince did not want to go to trial it himself at this time.

Because compared to what he will do next, this means nothing to him.

"Senior Judge Luce Winta is eligible for such death penalty cases." He proposed to the other party.

The wrinkles on Judge Froye's face became deeper.

"He has heard the case but is unable to make a ruling. He said the trial will involve a question of magical knowledge that only the Supreme Court can answer - and the testimony itself is an unsolvable puzzle."

The organism sat up, of course only Desude could see it, its ears were pricked up and its eyes were glowing.

Puzzle?

It seemed as if she had heard the repeated question too.

Judge Froye continued: "There are two defendants in this case, and Senior Judge Wenta said that the judgment of which one is guilty is like choosing between reflection and mirror."

What does he mean?

Desude lowered his head and asked, "Where is the trial of this case?"

"In the Spiral Court, the court has been temporarily adjourned, and Senior Judge Wenta is waiting for you there."

Desude nodded slightly and said with displeasure, "Please notify the senior judge Wenta. If you can't even handle this case, my niche will leave a place for him and welcome him to stay."

"I understand, take your leave." A hint of surprise appeared in Judge Froye's eyes, then leaned over and bowed, and left directly.

"What's wrong with you lately?" The constructed creature came out from under the table. "You've become so lazy about your work since Krisanna brought back a letter."

"Because I have something more important to confirm myself at the moment, and I don't want to be distracted."
To be continued...