Annan dared not reveal too much abnormality.
At present, his behavior was entirely consistent with that of a priest of the "Lord of Bones."
After all, apart from that "predecessor"... other deities wouldn’t be so familiar with the Church of the Rotting Flesh. Nor would they dare to call out the na of the Lord of Bones when they might arrive near Frostwater Harbor at any ti.
Aside from the followers of the Lord of Bones, anyone else daring to call that na here could only end up seized into a nightmare by Him.
—Yes, predecessor.
The Sublimation Ritual of the Church of Rotting Flesh had been based on the Sublimation Ritual invented by the Lord of Bones and modified from it...
Just as the Lord of Bones, having beco a god under the na "Grand Duke," had to bow before the noble god Yawen.
The Rotting Flesh, having beco a god using the ritual foundation of the Lord of Bones, naturally had no standing in front of the Lord of Bones.
This was indeed a very reasonable identity, and a notch above Claus’s in terms of stability.
But if Annan asked too many abnormal questions or inquired about things that were too elentary... it would start to make Claus suspicious.
Claus certainly wouldn’t dare to bet on whether he was in a nightmare. But he could very well give false information or refuse to answer.
Thus, Annan could only beat around the bush with so brief inquiries before he let Claus go to carry out the plan.
—But he was basically certain now.
The infant to be born on December 14th was indeed Michelangelo. They even knew its future na—Michel Notre Da.
And for so reason, the Church of Rotting Flesh planned to sabotage this ritual.
They had known about this for a long ti and had set up in advance at Roth Fort a ritual to "eradicate the reincarnated," planning to crush his soul before Michelangelo’s resurrection... that is, to strip the infant of its previous life’s power and mory.
Before this, they had planted so people in Roth Fort.
—Not Transcendents, rely mortals.
But they were devout followers of the Rotting Flesh, sufficient as keys to comnce the ritual.
Indeed.
The Church of Rotting Flesh didn’t even plan to show up personally...
Or rather, they didn’t dare to be near Roth Fort when the ritual was triggered.
Annan knew this because he had just received another piece of intelligence, uncertain whether it was true or false:
The followers of the Rotting Flesh, who had infiltrated the kingdom’s upper echelons, had in fact already been lurking beside several direct heirs to the throne of the Kingdom of Noah.
—In other words, the "staff" of each prince knew each other, all to ensure the smooth progression of the ritual.
They were rely cooperating in a play.
Among these heirs, there was one... who was not so compliant.
That heir would "coincidentally" arrive at Roth Fort on the day Michelangelo was resurrected.
Annan was not certain whether this heir would co or not.
But from the cryptic words of Claus, Annan could be certain of another thing—that on that day, there might be a disaster for ordinary people, whose destructive power could allow a royal heir, undoubtedly protected by a Transcendent, to "accidentally die."
Looking at the helpers on Annan’s side...
Aside from himself, five solid bronzes.
In a sense, this might be the strongest lineup...
Not easy to manage...
Annan pondered in his heart.
He hoped Benjamin could tell him more.
At that mont, the task Annan had assigned to Claus had been dealt with. Watching the three leave, Annan nodded his head and asked Claus,
"Are the people you arranged reliable?"
"Don’t worry, they have no idea what they’re really supposed to do."
Claus calmly replied, "They just think I plan to poison Tan Juan—by doing so, the murderous intent won’t point to Benjamin. That way, whether he knows any Soul Snatching Spells or Spells from the School of Prophets or not, he won’t realize there’s a problem."
"He is a wizard from Heath Tower of Black and must possess the Soul Snatching Spell."
Annan instructed Claus solemnly, "So rember, don’t make eye contact with Benjamin. And before your n complete their task, don’t engage in any conversation with him."
These were the words Claus once said to him.
Annan casually made so modifications, adding so misinformation and then returned it to Claus.
The words Claus most wanted to say himself, when spoken by Annan with a similar aning—undoubtedly increased his sense of identification with Annan.
Upon hearing this, Claus’s expression stiffened slightly, he nodded earnestly and replied, "Got it, I understand."
Imdiately after, he led Annan up onto the deck.
The banquet had already been going on for so ti. Guards huddled in a corner, chatting, their gazes discreetly scanning the surroundings, as they consud their last al before going ashore.
What was utterly different from before was:
Compared to the first ti he tackled this instance, Annan, whose sensory attributes had been strengthened several-fold... keenly noticed the nervousness of the guards.
——Everyone’s gaze deliberately avoided Tan Juan’s table.
——The atmosphere was exceedingly oppressive, and almost no one was eating quickly.
——Surprisingly, there was not a single rowdy person.
Therefore, a question imdiately surfaced in Annan’s mind:
The problem that he, a re bronze-ranked wizard, could detect...
Would Benjamin, who had long reached the pinnacle of the silver rank, be unaware of it?
Suddenly, Annan recalled sothing.
The nightmare he entered had Tan Juan Geraint as its host. He even found Tan Juan’s body on the ship.
But the question was...
What about Benjamin’s nightmare?
His two Curse Bindings had long been known to the third prince—and in this situation, would Claus, who was not inherently a loyal officer of the third prince, absorb Benjamin’s Curse Bindings?
Imdiately after, Annan swiftly noticed Benjamin’s gaze.
Contrary to what he told Claus, Annan looked directly into Benjamin’s eyes.
Benjamin, watching the two approach, saw a hint of mockery in the gaze of Claus and the other traitors who dared not et his eyes, but he always pretended to be unaware, rely revealing a trace of suspicion.
But then, the look Benjamin gave Annan bore a hint of genuine confusion...
It was at this mont that Annan, under Claus’s sowhat astonished gaze, stepped forward.
Before Claus could see him, an honest, panicked expression had already appeared on Annan’s face, one that belonged to "John."
"Young, young master!"
"...What is it, John?"
Tan Juan imdiately asked anxiously, "What happened?"
Annan rembered that Tan Juan had previously made an agreent with John that if anything went wrong, he was to find him imdiately.
But now, Annan had no intention of repeating the sa scene as last ti.
He simply knelt down beside Benjamin.
In a lowered voice, he said to Benjamin:
"Evelyn Miller, the fox under the dining table, 15, the eighth soldier..."
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