My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 362 The Unlucky Duo
A two-story wooden building, vendors hawking their wares along the street, a steaming bakery, and a rough, uneven stone road.

Roland began to observe this largest city in the central part of the Kingdom of Plataea more closely for the first time.

but……

That's what they say, but it feels like a larger version of Blackthorn Lord City.

Aside from its larger urban area, the city's architecture, infrastructure, and even traces of magical technology were far inferior to that poor noble territory in the central part of the empire.

The city of Heria, or rather the entire Kingdom of Platia, seems to fit more closely with Roland's initial understanding of the world's structure and development when he first arrived.

Aside from the advanced weaponry, the lives of the city's commoners reflected a true level of medieval development.

Fortunately, the empire's influence has continued to radiate outward over the past three hundred years, and the neighboring Kingdom of Plataea has inevitably been affected to some extent.

At least a well-constructed sewage system prevented Roland from seeing excrement flowing in the streets and being poured directly from second-floor windows in buckets.

Hmm... In just a moment, this city, which wasn't exactly bustling, suddenly took on an exotic feel.

But in the past three hundred years, did the royal family of the Kingdom of Platia, or their own blood relatives, never think of using magic technology on a large scale?
As it stands, apart from manufacturing some small-scale firepower equipment, there is absolutely no trace of magical technology in terms of civilian life.

After walking around the streets for a while, Roland found the two people who had just returned, looking travel-worn, at the corner of an alley, following the magical aura deliberately emitted by the Demon King.

"Found it so quickly? I thought it would take some time."

Upon discovering that Roland immediately began discussing business upon meeting, the Demon King shook his head somewhat displeased: "Sigh, we two have worked tirelessly in the snow outside the city to find clues for you, and the first thing you say when we meet is this."

"Not even a perfunctory 'Thank you for your hard work'?"

Roland glanced silently at the Demon King, then looked at Cellina: "Thank you for your hard work."

Cellina responded with a faint smile: "It's alright, not tiring at all."

"You'd better do me a favor!" the Demon King complained irritably, then looked at Roland: "That's the gist of it. When do you plan to take action?"

Roland lowered his head and thought for a while: "Pollysia was quite exhausted before and needs to rest for a while."

"Furthermore, once the impeachment agreement is finalized, we will need to coordinate issues with the Empire."

"...It's tentatively scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Although I have methods to restrain my opponent, the danger is still considerable."

"Nina, give me your twin swords, I'll enchant them with runes."

"And we can't be careless with protective gear either."

The Demon King looked at Roland and sighed, "Don't you need to be so careful? With your current strength, do you really need to be this cautious when dealing with five iron lumps?"

"It's always good to be prepared." Roland didn't explain further, only saying, "I don't know why, but I always have a bad feeling."

The Demon King sighed again: "Alright, alright, then let's proceed with caution. The child and I will find a hotel in the city to stay in."

"Meet at four o'clock the day after tomorrow in front of that abandoned wooden house outside the city."

"it is good."

After discussing the timing of the operation, Roland immediately teleported away from where he was and went back to work on the legion's departure.

The Demon King and Cellina did not linger. After Roland left, they also left the scene, dispelling their magical aura.

……

"They can run for a while, but they can't run forever... Those bastards from the Ash Order! They actually sold our information!"

The handsome middle-aged man in black rubbed his temples with a troubled expression, then turned to his companion: "Nobu, your disguise should be reliable, right?"

"Bao is reliable. Didn't he succeed quite a bit in impersonating that colonel in Riskan? By the way, White, what's next?"

"Those lunatics in the Amnesty Council are even less reliable than Slow. If it weren't for the lack of qualified spies, traitors like us who have already considered defecting would be happy to die a quick and painless death!"

Indeed, the two people talking in a hotel room right now are the same two men under Cassius who decisively cut off Run at the last moment.

Unfortunately, their operation did not go very smoothly.

They did indeed reach the North successfully, and even luckily avoided the horrific catastrophe of Isfar, but they failed to find the Obliteration Cult and the Ash Order, who were at odds with the Chaos Brotherhood.

Or, their infiltration was seen as a crude method of planting spies.

Then there is no more.

Although one of them had an eight-ring and the other a seven-ring, their combat strength was not weak, and escaping should not have been a problem for them.

Unfortunately, they hadn't been on the run for more than a few days when they ran into a troublemaking squad led by three bishops who had already gathered in the neighboring Kingdom of Platia.

It just so happened that at that time, the demon royal army began to occupy the Kingdom of Hetland. The three bishops, fearing that it would cause trouble, did not kill them immediately, but instead captured them and placed a restriction on their souls, and then made further plans.

After all, neither of them are disposable recipients; those who can improve to the eighth and seventh rings through their own efforts are considered to have potential and talent within the church.

The cult leader, Rauschnis, who had only one vertical eye on her face, wanted to use them as fearless and tireless combat puppets—of course, this process was very complicated and could only be carried out at the headquarters.

Therefore, a restriction was placed first to prevent the two from running away or betraying each other again. Otherwise, their souls would be directly detonated.

Then, half a day ago, three bishops whose codenames he did not know had a small meeting with the Hellfire Bishop, and then personnel who had contact with Roland were sent out to keep an eye on them.

Firstly, the two were familiar with Roland's appearance, and secondly, due to Cassius's actions, they had obtained a lot of information about Roland.

Secondly, it's because there's a real shortage of people, especially those with sufficient strength, few divine gifts, and skilled in disguise.

So they were sent to infiltrate the city of Heria.

White gave a wry smile: "Now that things have come to this, what else do you want to do? Die now or die later? I think it's better to die later."

"Perhaps the bishops will be happy and just transform us into those temporarily elevated beings who will soon go out of control and turn into monsters?"

"At least I know I'm going to die."

"If I really turned into one of those combat puppets, it would be hard to die even if I wanted to."

"Besides, compared to those guys stalking us in the snow outside the city, at least the two of us can stay inside, drinking hot soup and eating hot meals, and even have a couple of drinks and chat. That's already pretty good."

Nob shook his head: "No, what I mean is, since the bishop asked us to gather intelligence on Roland, why don't we just go directly to Roland and tell him the news?"

"Let him arrest us and execute us directly; that would be a quick and painless death."

"Are you crazy or stupid?" White pointed to his head. "The restriction is still here. If you really want to betray us, your soul will be taken away directly. Didn't that bishop show us how it happened with some unlucky guy?"

"That's a far worse fate than being turned into a combat puppet."

"You should be thankful that at least this restriction isn't so severe that it would activate as soon as you have a thought, otherwise you would already be dead."

"Oh no... this doesn't even qualify as death."

Norb deflated, sighed, and downed his hot soup in one gulp. He then asked, "So what do we do next? We're supposed to be gathering clues, but we don't even know where he is! And haven't you noticed? Those paladins and high inquisitors?"

"Although the number is small, they are all operating around that princess's castle. If Roland, a grand duke, were to be there, he would definitely be in that castle."

White laughed: "That's perfect. We can just keep an eye on him from a distance once he comes out. All we need to confirm is that he left the city alone. The rest is not our concern."

"Let's just enjoy the last good days that belong to us."

"It won't be so easy to live so comfortably in the future."

"After all, we've lost even the right to commit suicide now."

"This is the price of betraying the church."

Nob remained silent, then subconsciously turned to look out the window. He frowned slightly and nudged White beside him: "Hey, look downstairs, doesn't that woman across the street look familiar?"

"Which one?"

"That slightly shorter one, doesn't she look like the demon guard next to Roland? She was the one who held Cassius back then!"

"It really is..." White confirmed after taking a closer look.

He then immediately pressed Nob's head down: "Don't peek out, do you want to be discovered?"

"The consequences of being discovered are no different from those of betrayal; both result in having one's soul taken away!"

After warning his companion, White lowered his head and began to think. Everyone said that Roland came alone riding a bone dragon... but now it seems that the information was wrong.

Although this demon guard's strength was not at the level of a ninth-ring legendary, he was clearly a tough nut to crack, as he could directly confront and delay a legendary-level opponent.

Could that guy have ulterior motives?
Or perhaps the bishops never gave them complete intelligence and information in the first place?

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering what Roland's purpose is in coming here..."

"..."

White slowly raised his head, somewhat stiffly, and Roland was standing right in front of them.

His companion, meanwhile, was bound like a dumpling by a dense array of runes and thorns, unable to move.

"Don't worry about anything."

“I have dispelled the restrictions on your souls. Although this will be sensed by the one who placed the restrictions, if that person comes here, that would be great news.”

"Have we met somewhere before?"

“There’s something about you that’s really bothering me.”

Suddenly, the blade of the holy sword Durandal was pressed against White's neck: "What is your purpose?"

(End of this chapter)