"Tonight, you should get so rest early. It'll take us several days to reach the Wizard's City by ferry, and we'll have plenty of ti to study new magic," Jonny advised Lynn. Seeing that Lynn was not convinced, she offered this reminder before turning to leave.
"Wait... Jonny!" Lynn tucked "Basic Magic Prir" into his arms and suddenly thought of his earlier suspicion, so he spoke up.
"What's the matter? Is there sothing else?" The silver-haired witch stopped in her tracks.
"Are you sure no one else knows the location of our hideout besides us?" Lynn asked again.
"Are you suspecting that soone among us might have defected to the Church?" Jonny's expression grew serious, and she understood Lynn's concern. She had the sa suspicions, but after hesitating for a mont, she shook her head and said, "That's impossible!"
"Before you arrived in Ur Town, we spent a whole week in this village... The dangerous tasks of gathering information and procuring supplies were assigned by drawing lots," she explained. She had taken this opportunity to test each and every one of them, and so far, they hadn't encountered any pursuit from the Church. That was the best proof.
Lynn wasn't surprised by this; he was more direct in his response.
Have you ever thought that maybe the Church's first target isn't us?
Lynn knew that for an insider, silent compliance ant only one thing – working towards a bigger gain...
Jonny was montarily stunned, wearing a puzzled expression on her face.
"La Loude... The route to Greenrealm, that's the true target of the Church!" Lynn said, enunciating each word.
He didn't know what kind of relationship the "Drunkard" Hawke and Kora had that made them willing to help apprentice wizards like them, but one thing was certain. A hidden passage directly leading outside the city was not specifically built for them!
In other words, "Drunkard" Hawke was very likely a spy placed by the Wizards in the Nordland Province, and helping them sail to Lorde was undoubtedly more important.
Lynn could imagine how many wizards had entered the Secas Empire through this route over the years, and how many cargo-laden ships had set sail from Nordland's ports to reach the Wizard's City.
In comparison, capturing a few apprentice wizards like them was inconsequential. It was probably just a way to appease the Duke of Nordland's emotions, handled as a side issue. This might explain why they were relentlessly pursued by the Church outside, yet they had been safe upon entering Ur Town.
With Lynn's prompt, Jonny imdiately understood the situation, and her expression changed.
In this light, the Church probably already knew their movents but was biding its ti, waiting for them to act, and then capturing everyone in one fell swoop.
Thinking about this, Jonny felt a chill down her spine. At this mont, they were like birds walking into a trap, just waiting for the hunter to raise his slaughter knife.
Jonny remained silent for a while but couldn't co up with a solution.
"So, what should we do?" She asked, but after posing the question, the young girl didn't expect Lynn to have any answers. In this hopeless situation, where even trust among themselves was nearly impossible, how could these apprentice wizards escape the intricately woven net of the Church?
However, Lynn spoke up.
"It's simple... We wait."
"Wait?" Jonny was surprised by Lynn's response.
"You just revealed the plan about the ferry and Lorde to them. We're leaving tomorrow, and by then, everyone will be watching each other. So... tonight is the best ti to send a ssage!" Lynn stated firmly.
"Squeak, squeak."
When the moon's radiance passed the thirteenth star, Will awoke to the sounds of rats scurrying. The dry straw on his hard wooden bed felt like needles and blades against his back.
Struggling to sit up, Will noticed three or four rats gathered around a half-eaten piece of dark bread near his discarded robe. Their long tongues hung from their mouths, and their dark, clawed feet left imprints on the blue fabric.
"Damn you filthy creatures," Will fud. He kicked the bread aside, cursing fiercely. It took several minutes for him to calm down, during which he reluctantly picked up his robe, carefully pushed open the door.
The corridor leading to the hall was pitch-black, with no sign of anyone around. At this hour, except for Dove, who was on night watch duty, everyone should be resting.
Will didn't dare linger and swiftly crossed the hallway, entering a secluded storage room. He turned around and closed the door behind him.
The old wooden door creaked and groaned, a testant to the rcenaries who had violently broken in. All the locks in the manor had been damaged, and the storage room was a chaotic ss, with dusty wooden boards covering the floor, and a few chairs and cabinets strewn haphazardly.
Will knelt down, anxious, and started to clear away the clutter piled up in the corner, revealing a dusty floor with an enigmatic rhombus-shaped pattern etched on it.
Back when they were apprentices selecting their specialized fields, Jonny had chosen elental magic, Dove had opted for psychomancy, and Will had mastered alchemy.
"By boat, the harbor, Lorde..."
Will etched each character into the center of the magical circle, then placed the magic stones on the four circular patterns within. Faint, radiant light gradually emanated, extending along the lines of the magic circle.
Just as the radiance was about to enshroud the entire magic circle, a piercing sound of sothing cutting through the air echoed in the silent room. A "Frostblade" was pinned firmly to the edge of the magic circle, and the brilliant magical light instantly dimd.
"Who's there?" Will was startled, and he sat down on the floor, his eyes filled with fear as he looked towards the direction the sound had co from.
The partially open room had already been forcefully entered. In Jonny's eyes, there was a mix of disappointnt and confusion.
"Why are you betraying us, Will?" The hot-tempered Buck strode forward and grabbed Will by his collar, landing a punch on his face. "Answer !"
"Why?" Will sneered, then suddenly pushed Buck away, wiping the blood from his mouth. He spoke with an agitated expression. "You're asking why?"
"I am Will Isk, the second son of an Imperial Count! If it weren't for that fool Kora, I would have been living in the Isk estate, attending lavish high-society gatherings, enjoying delicious als, and being served by servants. In the future, I would have inherited a portion of my father's lands and beco a Baron in the Secas Empire!"
"But now? Every day, we're stuck eating the sa wretched bread as the peasants, sleeping in filthy ruins infested with rats." Will scread hysterically. "I've had enough!"
"Kora is a madman, a devil! He taught us demonic knowledge and turned us from high-born nobles into a bunch of insects cowering in the shadows..."
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