Chapter 688: The Sleeping Guardsmen
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"They’re getting closer."
In dark hallways of the palace, it was pletely silent. Only Benjamin, who had disguised himself as a personal guard, stood outside the bedroom. He turned his head toward the direction of the door and softly spoke.
"Then, then you should make haste and apprehend them!" The king’s voice came from inside, his tone revealing his panic.
Benjamin reassured him, "Fret not Your Majesty, I won’t allow you to get in any genuine danger."
After this, he and the System got back to tracking the two people’s movements.
Around the time that the sister and brother had controlled the guards through magic, the System detected their presence. Once the System had relayed the news, Benjamin immediately went on high alert. The enemy had arrived earlier than he had expected, he had thought that this humdrum guardsman life would have lasted for another half month or so.
But, from the look of things, these two must have hidden in Gealorre from early on.
Benjamin was already feeling crappy after unintentionally ending Spencer’s life without extracting any information. Now that these two bastards had walked straight into his hands, there was no way he would miss this chance to find out everything about their spellcasting techniques.
"Their spiritual energies, how are they?" As Benjamin observed, he asked in his mind.
"Very interesting." The System spoke to himself, "Their spiritual energies definitely seem like they are from the elemental plane, it’s just that… they seemed to have gone through some modifications. Their spiritual energy possesses an extraordinary frequency that even I myself would not have detected if I were not analyzing them in detail."
Benjamin listened, his hand stroking his chin as he thought about the information.
Frequency… huh?
Yet another new concept to delve deep into thought about.
"How did they alter their spiritual energy frequencies?" He asked in his mind, "The spiritual energy frequencies for each and every living being should be constant, shouldn’t it?"
The System replied with a sigh, "Of course there will be variances; an advanced lifeform such as myself would emit a totally different frequency from you humans."
"....."
Benjamin shook his head then closed his eyes and concentrated on sensing the spiritual energy frequencies of those two people.
Truth to be told, he couldn’t really sense anything from those two. Perhaps it was as the System had said, that Benjamin and their spiritual energy didn’t share the same frequency. As such, their spiritual energy didn’t resonate with his, meaning Benjamin could not detect anything.
But… how did these people with abnormal frequencies control the guards’ spiritual energy?
He was at a loss.
From what Benjamin could understand, the sister and brother had already managed to get through the surrounding guardsmen and successfully sneak into the palace halls.
In truth, the king had already loosened the security in secret to lure the foreign cult members in, otherwise those two would not have had such an easy time. Now they were traveling down the empty hallways, without a single servant in sight - perhaps they were "too lucky".
Benjamin was concerned that this trap might have been too obvious and worried about whether the enemy would realize it. But as always, he was just overthinking things: those two weren’t the least bit suspicious of the possibility of them falling into a potential trap.
Moreover, these two were fairly young children…
Benjamin couldn’t help but question why this cult had sent children out to do their dirty work. Were they really that short-handed?
At the same time.
The two siblings hadn’t noticed the numerous pairs of eyes following them in the shadows. They followed the trail Spencer had left for them and stealthily made their way toward the king’s bedchamber.
"Sis… I feel off about this." While moving, the young boy couldn’t help but whisper, "In such a grandeur palace, how can there not be any servants around. Could this be a trap?"
"What’s are you talking about? Our Goddess is helping us!" The young girl turned to him and rolled her eyes, "I told you earlier that our Goddess is secretly helping us if you still don’t believe me… are you aware that you’re disrespecting our Goddess?"
"I, I was wrong."
"Good, now enough talk, we’re almost there."
The king’s bedchamber lay deep within the palace, but since they had received "divine assistance
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