Chapter 180: Benjamin’s Password
Annan didn’t dare to show too much abnormality.
For now, his behavior was entirely in line with the behavioral characteristics of a “Venerated Skeleton’s priest.”
After all, not many dared to call the Venerated Skeleton by the na near Freezing Water Port, except for the Venerated Skeleton’s believers. Those who were insolent in committing this act would be dragged into a nightmare. This sowhat reinforced the fact that Annan was like his senior.
—Indeed, senior.
Rotten Man’s ascendancy ritual was modified from the ascendancy ritual the Venerated Skeleton invented.
As the Venerated Skeleton beca a deity by the na of “Grand Duke,” he was second-rated in the face of Elegant Elder, the deity of nobility.
Likewise, Rotten Man, who borrowed the ritual base of the Venerated Skeleton to beco a deity, was naturally substandard in front of the Venerated Skeleton.
Such rationality made sense to indicate that Annan had a higher status than Klaus.
But if Annan asks too many questions, especially low-ended ones, it would arouse Klaus’ suspicion.
Klaus certainly didn’t dare to bet whether he was in a nightmare. But he could also give so false information or refuse to answer.
So Annan could only ask a few brief questions and granted freedom to Klaus in executing the plan.
—But, Annan still managed to confirm so information in this encounter.
The baby who would be born on December 14 was indeed Michelangelo. The Rotten Man’s forces even know the baby’s future na – Michele Nottdamm.
For so reason, the Rotten Man Church also intended to ruin this ritual.
They had known this piece of news a long ti ago and arranged the ritual of “eradicate reincarnations” in Roseburg in advance, intending to eradicate Michelangelo’s soul before the resurrection. In other words, that was to sever the power and mory of the previous life from the baby.
Before that, they arranged so forces in Roseburg.
——Not Transcended, just mortals.
But they were all pious believers of Rotten Man and were adequate to act as the key to start the ritual.
It seed the Rotten Man Church didn’t even plan to surface.
In other words, they didn’t dare to approach Roseburg when their intended ritual was activated.
Annan could figure out this because of another piece of information that was still pending to be verified:
Klaus and the Rotten Man believers had infiltrated into the kingdom’s higher-ups. They had already been lurking by the Noah Kingdom’s direct heirs.
—In other words, every prince’s “advisors” knew each other. The purpose was to ensure that the ritual could proceed smoothly.
They were putting up a show in cooperation with each other.
And one of these heirs wasn’t quite obedient.
That heir would arrive in Roseburg “just in ti” on the day Michelangelo was resurrected.
Annan wasn’t sure whether the heir would co or not.
But, from Klaus’s vague hints, Annan could instead be sure of another thing. On that day, it would be a disaster for those ordinary people. Its destruction would put a royal heir protected by a Transcended to an “accidental death.”
If we were to look at Annan’s force, there were only 5 Bronzes aside from Annan himself.
Unfortunately, this might be the strongest lineup Annan could muster.
This won’t be easy. Annan thought about it.
He wished Benjamin could tell him more.
At this ti, Annan’s previous arrangents for Klaus were made. After watching the three followers left, Annan nodded and asked Klaus, “Is the person you arranged reliable?”
“Don’t worry. They don’t know the ultimate goal.”
Klaus replied calmly, “They only thought that I was going to poison Don Juan. With that, the killing intent wouldn’t be directed at Benjamin. So whether Benjamin had the Soul Snatch or Prophet school spells, he won’t be aware of it.”
“He is a wizard from Swamp’s Black Tower. So, he must be equipped with the Soul Snatch spells.” Annan solemnly told Klaus, “Do rember not to look into Benjamin’s eyes. Also, don’t have any conversations with your n until they have completed the mission.”
This was what Klaus once said to him in the previous nightmare dungeon attempt.
Annan altered it, mixed in so false information, and returned the information to Klaus.
What Klaus wanted to say should be sothing similar. This would undoubtedly increase his acknowledgnt of Annan’s identity.
When Klaus heard Annan’s words, he shuddered and nodded seriously, “Okay, I understand.”
Then, he took Annan and walked onto the deck.
The banquet had started for a long ti. The guards huddled in the corner and chatted as they assessed their surroundings while eating their last supper before they went ashore.
It was completely different from the previous dungeon attempts.
Annan, whose Perception attributes had been strengthened several tis compared to when he first tackled this dungeon instance, keenly sensed the tension of these guards.
Everyone’s eyes deliberately avoided Don Juan’s table.
The atmosphere was stifling. The trio ate quickly.
Sohow, no one was causing a commotion, unlike the usuals.
So a suspicion imdiately erged in Annan’s mind. It was a problem that he, as a Bronze Rank Wizard, could notice.
Benjamin, who was already at the Silver Rank’s peak, would he not detect it?
Annan suddenly rembered sothing. Don Juan Geraint owned the nightmare he entered. He also found Don Juan’s body on the ship.
But the problem was…
What about Benjamin’s nightmare?
The Third Prince had long known the two curses on Benjamin. In this case, would Klaus, who wasn’t loyal to the Third Prince, absorb Benjamin’s curse?
Imdiately, Annan noticed Benjamin’s gaze.
Unlike what Annan told Klaus, Annan looked straight into Benjamin’s eyes.
Benjamin watched the two approaching and looked at Klaus and other traitors who dared not look at him. There was a faint sarcasm in his eyes, but he still pretended there was nothing wrong, only revealing a slight suspicion.
But then, Benjamin looked at Annan with was a trace of confusion.
At this mont, Annan stepped forward in Klaus’s sowhat surprised gaze.
Before being seen by Klaus, Annan’s face had a frightened and straightforward look that belonged to “John.”
“Young Master!”
“What’s wrong, John?”
Don Juan imdiately asked nervously, “What happened?”
Annan still rembered that Don Juan had agreed with John before that John would co to him imdiately if sothing went wrong.
At this ti, Annan had no intention of repeating the scene of the last ti.
He knelt beside Benjamin.
He lowered his voice and said to Benjamin, “Evelyn Miller, the fox under the table, 15, the eighth soldier…”
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