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Chapter 103 Precise Lock

Cole left, remembering Roland's many instructions, willing to risk his life to complete the task of attracting attention.

Roland watched his retreating figure silently until darkness completely swallowed him up before turning his gaze away.

The wood crackled, and the flickering flames illuminated his face and the hesitation in his eyes.

He was thinking.

Cole's mission was not complicated, but the success rate was unknown. Roland didn't know if any high-level professionals from the kingdom would arrive.

He has another idea.

I just don't know whether I should do it or not.

The coin flew high into the air, tumbling and spinning, until it landed on the back of Roland's hand, where a magnificent castle pattern came into view.

front.

This means yes.

Roland put away the coin and turned his gaze to the scorching spear stuck to the side.

The cold, metallic sheen of the spearhead had long since faded, replaced by intricate runes that remained silently inscribed.

Beside it, there is a flowing stream of story information.

One of the most highly regarded stories to date, yet Roland has kept it until now, delaying its extraction.

Flames flickered, illuminating the brief text.

The story "The Weight of the Crown" has been recorded.

Type: Epic/Revolution/Battle Rank: First Class Synopsis: The end of the Kingdom of Kessel begins with the assassination attempt by a farmer's son.

Reader's comment: "I'm sorry, Second Son—I'm sorry."

Honors change: 465/1000 (Worth noting)

Roland stared at the synopsis, remaining silent for a long time.

There are only two lines of text.

There were no battle scenes, no betrayals by those who protected the kingdom, and no revelation of the truth; it was just a light, airy sentence, like a verdict against the kingdom.

And that alone is enough to make it a first-class product.

The battle is not important.

Those thrilling battles, those carefully considered opportunities and moves, appear uninteresting and pale against the grand and expansive backdrop.

What really matters is what will happen to the world after Castor dies.

It is the shattering of the crown, the decline of the kingdom, and the countless hardships and struggles hidden behind it all. Their stories come together to form this epic.

He was simply a lucky coincidence that made him the final sword to pierce the heart of the kingdom.

The protagonist of this story is not him, but Casper.

Roland stared at the words, his lips pressed tightly together, and finally made a decision.

extraction.

He closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into the javelin.

The dormant runes began to glow, like dormant blood vessels regaining their vitality. A scorching heat emanated from the gun, as if magma were flowing underground and flames were rising in a furnace.

Perception penetrated the runes and touched the core.

In an instant, countless images flooded his mind: the back of the dwarf blacksmith wielding his heavy hammer, the ecstatic expression of the adventurer, the furious roar of the bear goblin, and the muffled sound of flesh being pierced.

Countless throws and countless killings were ingrained in his soul at this moment.

The gun trembled, and the runes were so bright they were blinding.

Everything returned to calm only when Roland opened his eyes; the runes on the javelin no longer flickered, but instead flowed with an eternal crimson glow.

The combat skill "Precision Lock-On" has been extracted.

The item "Burning Pulse Javelin" has been upgraded in quality and can no longer be extracted.

[Current enhancement effect: Throwing penetration +80%]

[Will you promote the story of "The Weight of the Crown"?]

"----yes."

As the words fell, the floating text gradually dimmed and shrank, turning into a faint light and disappearing into the air.

It will quickly spread in the neighborhood, revealing the truth about Casper's death, drawing the attention of both sides in the conflict, and prompting an investigation into the incident.

This also includes the whereabouts of the assassin.

That's Roland's method.

There's a 100% chance someone will come looking for his solution.

The fire was still burning, casting long shadows on the rock face. Roland stood up and looked into the depths of the mine.

There, there is Celine, four professional warriors, hundreds of elite imperial soldiers, and the Blue Crystal Heart.

There are 21 hours left until the end of the trial.

Or perhaps, it won't take that long.

At the same time.

As Roland finished the extraction and began setting up the magic crystal projectiles, Cole finally reached the depths of the mine.

Even from a distance, he could already see Lady Celine talking to her subordinates.

The exquisite dark red robe hung low, like a congealed blood clot, with intricate patterns outlined in the empire's unique black and gold silk threads, and two dazzling silver feathers embroidered on the chest, shimmering in the dark blue cave.

Those were unique identifiers of the Imperial Army; the feathers indicated that she came from the intelligence department, and the two feathers and the silver color highlighted her powerful Silver-level strength.

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Seemingly noticing his gaze, Celine turned her head and looked over. The face she saw again made Cole's breath catch in his throat.

It was a pale face with high cheekbones, thin lips, and deep-set eyes. The dark brown pupils inside revealed an eerie scarlet color, like amber stained with blood.

Forehead, neck, cheeks—every exposed skin was covered with broken bloodstains, making the whole person look as if they were covered by dark red spider webs.

The most eye-catching thing was undoubtedly the staff that he always held tightly.

It is only the length of a forearm, and its entire body is a dark red color that is almost black. It is made up of countless intersecting, converging and stacking blood vessels. At the top is a blood-red crystal the size of a fist, which emits a heartbeat sound like that of a living creature.

puff.

puff.

puff.

The heartbeat had a unique, slow rhythm. As Cole watched it, his own heart was also affected, his blood began to slow, and a strange nausea churned in his stomach.

This is the Silver level.

They are a level higher than formal professionals, completely transcending the realm of humanity. When facing ordinary people without any extraordinary power, they don't even need to lift a finger; their surging magic is enough to kill them.

Fortunately, Celine didn't have that idea.

She merely glanced at Cole, and the poor viscount's blood boiled; an invisible force gripped his neck, lifting him before her.

Nourishes—

The piercing buzzing sound echoed in his mind. Before Cole could even speak, his vision was already soaked with blood, and all that remained in his sight was a blurry, dark red figure.

"You dare come back? You want to die?"

Celine's icy voice filled his ears, and Cole felt as if his veins were being pried open by fingernails and then bounced back, causing him to tremble eerily.

"I—I have intelligence—" he managed to utter with all his might, his voice breaking from his throat.

"Someone broke in—killed my seven guards—this is what he left behind—"

He struggled on, reaching his trembling fingers into his robes to hand over a soldier's nameplate, its metallic sheen barely visible against the blood-red backdrop.

Celine took the nameplate, and dark red magic writhed, overflowing from her fingertips and precisely striking a gap in an internal circuit, where text appeared in mid-air.

Roland Gourold.

In the Kingdom of Kessel, the Seventh Supply Detachment, the deputy quartermaster.

She stared at the two lines of text, her eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of mockery in her tone.

"At a time like this, there are still people investigating the Blue Crystal Heart—humph, interesting."

A heavily armored officer approached and whispered a warning: "Sir, he may have left this on purpose. This thing can be sensed by the surrounding kingdom's professionals."

"Of course I know," Celine interrupted impatiently, speaking coldly. "They just want to deliberately send this thing into my hands to pinpoint my location."

She looked down at Cole, who was trembling on the ground, tapped the nameplate unconsciously with her fingertips, and finally tossed it to the officer.

"Take this, let's split up. I want to see who dares to come here."

"Yes, sir!" The officer took the nameplate that emitted an invisible fluctuation, then turned to look at Cole on the ground. "Sir, what should we do with this man?"

Celine glanced at Cole on the ground and uttered a cold sentence.

"Never mind him. Since he's the one who specifically asked for him, we should give him some face—let him stay by my side, lest he die."

The officer nodded in agreement, then led the others toward the entrance.

Celine unfolded the map and continued to check the possible locations where the Blue Crystal Heart might appear.

They didn't notice at all that Cole, who was slumped on the ground, had a barely perceptible glint in his eyes.