Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 112 Master, I want a reward~ (3.3k)

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The sound of burning skin filled the air, and wisps of black smoke emanated from the wound, accompanied by a burnt smell.

The red-hot iron ring, the size of a bowl, burned into Greenworth's chest. He smelled the burning sensation on his skin, but his face remained expressionless.

Ten seconds later, the healer wearing the bird-beak mask removed the red iron ring. Ignoring the scalded, torn skin on his chest, he instead brought out a prop the size of a washbasin, resembling a wall clock.

The clock face has only one hand, no time numbers, but ancient Hermog numbers. Directly below the clock, there is a handle-like device extending out.

Greenworth reached out and gripped the handle; the only hand on the dial lifted slightly before slowly falling back down.

"Alright." The healer breathed a sigh of relief and took off the bird beak mask from his head.

"The pollution has been cleared, General."

He raised his hand, chanted softly, and cast a second-tier healing spell on Greenworth, causing the burns on his chest to gradually heal.

Just as Greenworth put on his clothes, the heavy, round door slowly opened, and Rhys walked in.

"How is the situation being handled?" he asked.

"The contaminated items and the soldiers' bodies have been sent for disinfection. The wounded personnel from various countries have been properly cared for. The King has issued a diplomatic statement, and there's a press conference this afternoon. The Princess is fine except for being weak," Rhys said.
"However, no enemy corpses were left at the scene. The Magic Energy Research Institute deduced that they must have used a seventh-order spell from the ancient book, 'Vogesar's Shadow Legion,' and that those who came were all their decoys."

"More is still under investigation."

Greenworth nodded wearily.

"What about that mysterious person? Haven't we found out his identity yet?"

Rhys shook his head.

"The magical shock at the time rendered all the surrounding magical observation equipment ineffective. We knew nothing about what happened in the half hour after you came out of your unique kingdom. When we sent people to catch up, he had already disappeared."

Rhys moved closer to Greenwald and asked in a low voice, "You're the only one who's had direct contact with him. Doesn't his aura, voice, or magical properties feel familiar to you at all?"

Greenwald frowned slightly: "It does look somewhat familiar, but if it's true, his identity could be a little frightening."

“What is it?” Rhys asked.

“The sword he’s holding looks a lot like the Holy Sword in the Tower of the Holy Sword in the academy,” Greenworth said.

"Did you read that correctly?"

"It's impossible to be mistaken. I've seen that sword many times during my student days, and it left a deep impression on me."

Rhys remained silent for a moment, his face darkening.

Greenwald is right. If the other party really has that holy sword and can use it with ease, then their identity is quite terrifying.

The Holy Sword of Courage was found in an ancient ruin from six hundred years ago, belonging to a swordsman. A swordsman can only serve one master in their lifetime, and the only reason someone could wield the Holy Sword so skillfully is:

That person lived six hundred years ago.

In this era, after the Great Destruction, even long-lived species like dragons and elves have had their lifespans shortened to four or five hundred years. If someone could live for six hundred years, the only possibility is that they are a great hero-level sorcerer.

Both the high-ranking magical power he bestowed upon Grindelwald and the spell that ultimately tore apart the unique kingdom seem to prove this point.

“My opinion is that we shouldn’t investigate his identity directly for now, but start with information from the surrounding area,” Greenworth said.

"Find out the mastermind behind this attack, the identity of that black cat sorcerer. He is very likely the reason that attracted that mysterious person."

"Also, we haven't dug enough into the history of the Holy Sword before. Let the archaeologists at the research institute investigate carefully to find out who the owner of the Holy Sword really was and dig deeper."

"Should we move the Holy Sword from the school and store it for a while?" Rhys asked.

Greenwald shook his head: "That's too obvious. Just keep everything as usual."

"Don't let him find out we're investigating him. The most important thing when dealing with these kinds of beings is to maintain a sense of awe towards them."

"Master~ Master~ Hehehe."

Like a kitten, Muyue nestled in Caesar's arms, cuddling and nuzzling against his chest.

It has done a great job this time, so naturally it should be publicized.

Caesar also made an exception for it today.

Today is the second day after the attack, and Muyue couldn't wait to come find him.
On the throne of the Boundless Heaven, Mu Yue lay in his arms, and he raised his hand to gently stroke its head.

"Thank you for your hard work this time, Twilight Moon," Caesar said.

Even when Mu Yue was about to exhaust her magic power, she did not relax her supply of magic power to him, which enabled him to complete the final spell.

"I was praised by my master." At this moment, Mu Yue really looked like a little girl, giggling and looking infatuated.

"Master, I want a reward~" Mu Yue said, nuzzling against his chest.

“A reward. Alright, what kind of reward do you want?” Caesar said.

"But let's make this clear first, I can't afford the high-grade alchemical ingredients you used to eat right now."

In the past, Twilight Moon did the same thing, occasionally begging him for a reward, and he would feed it some high-grade alchemical materials.
However, most alchemical materials are now more expensive than gold, so he can't afford them.

"I don't want those, I just want you to brush my fur, Master," Muyue said.

Caesar opened his mouth, but in the end, he just smiled helplessly.

"You rascal!"

So he used the power of the Holy Armory to conjure a comb, let Twilight lie on his lap, stroked its head, and combed the soft fur on its back.

The little guy squinted his eyes and pursed his lips into a W shape, looking incredibly content.

Just then, the Illusionary Sea Scroll floated over. Mu Yue immediately sensed its approach, raised its front paws, arched its back, stared at the book, and let out a series of low growls.

"Master, this guy has a disgusting smell!" Mu Yue said, baring her teeth.

"Don't worry, I have it under control," Caesar reassured it.

Can I apply for the reward this time too?

The book cover had this line of text on it.

"Oh?" Caesar chuckled. "Have you forgotten your position? You are a prisoner now, and you expect to pay a prisoner for offering his value?"

Huanhai Wenshu seemed stunned for a moment, then the entire cover softened, and the book's cover changed to: "I Thought We Were Friends."

You're overthinking it.

Muyue bent over and kept breathing on it, saying, "Go away! Go away! Don't disturb me and my master!"

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A series of ellipses appeared on the cover, then it turned to leave.

But Caesar called it back.

"Since you want to become my partner, then show me the attitude you should have from now on."

The Phantom Sea Scroll floated for a moment, and two words appeared on its cover:
"All right"

After rewarding Muyue for a while, her spiritual intuition was aroused, and she realized that Klorin was requesting to enter the Formless Heavenly Realm.

He conjured a barrier around the throne and pulled Clorin inside.

"By Your Majesty's grace, I have been able to breach the barrier and capture Uriel. I will use him to open the tomb in three months, and at that time I will present the contents to Your Majesty immediately."

"Clorin said respectfully as soon as he arrived."

This incident earned him significant recognition from his superiors, elevating his status far beyond what he had achieved before. He has not forgotten who made him who he is today.

"Well done," Caesar said, stroking the moon.

“We also found traces of that sorcerer there, but my subordinates were incompetent and let him escape at the last moment,” he said, bowing his head with trepidation.

"This is the action report from that time. Please take a look, Your Majesty."

At the time, Klorin was preparing to attack the area where the sorcerer was located, but a violent explosion occurred. With the impact of magic, all their magical artifacts malfunctioned, and they were ultimately unable to capture the mysterious high-ranking sorcerer.

Caesar finished reading the report and nodded.

Just as he suspected, the group that attacked the expo was Uriel's gang, who were hiding in the barrier that Klorin had mentioned.

It was quite a coincidence that the time when Klorin launched his attack was the same time they fought against him.

They also managed to breach the barrier at the crucial moment, eliminating all the beast demons from thousands of miles away.

However, based on the report given by Clorin, he still couldn't determine who the black cat was.

Knowing him, possessing a unique nation, and harboring intense hatred towards him.
Sigh, just the fact that I hate him is enough to make a long list, and there's no familiar aura about him.

At this moment, Clorin below said again, "Your Majesty, I also found an item at the location where that sorcerer was. After examination, it may carry his special aura."

Caesar put away the report and immediately said, "Bring it up."

Clorin immediately took it out, and the item was instantly in Caesar's hands.

This is a pipe, the kind that often appears in detective dramas.

It's made of ebony with gilded edges, but there's no tobacco smell inside.

If it weren't for the fact that there was some special aura above, Caesar would have thought that Clorin was playing a trick on him.

Could this belong to that black cat sorcerer?
Pipes only appeared in the last four hundred years; they didn't exist in his time.

Muyue sniffed, seemingly disgusted by the smell of the pipe.

After a moment's thought, Caesar used the analytical technique on it.

A string of symbols unfolds before you:

【掴戞渶锽槧：瀴椋礇澶╀緷浜纴鴴戞兂戂丨涓婄挌浜红江濂 Draft ス攛岃,濂gui垚Juanhong倝思涚橒]

As expected, it didn't work.

Caesar held his pipe, stroking its surface as he pondered.

After a few hesitations, Clorin below said, "In addition, Your Majesty, an attack occurred at the expo held by the Kingdom of Fane recently. It has been confirmed that the attackers were Uriel and his group."

He told Caesar everything he knew, including the seventh-order spell they were using, and even the fact that a mysterious person had helped them. It has to be said that the Gray Forest Intelligence Bureau was very professional.

"Should I investigate the mysterious person who appeared?" Clorin asked.

"No need. You may meet again in the future," Caesar said calmly.

Klorin was startled, a feeling of surprise mixed with anticipation welling up inside him.

"As expected, His Majesty did intervene in this matter. That makes sense; given the high level of involvement, His Majesty would certainly pay attention."

And what did Caesar say next, that he would meet that powerful figure?
Could it be that I have gained His Majesty's approval and will be able to access more important matters?

Overjoyed, he became even more respectful and said:
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)