The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Hahahaha, you're so modest. This little bit of alcohol won't have any effect at all! Hahaha, even if you don't drink, you're still missing a glass, aren't you?"

Listening to Morris's words, Keynes silently glanced around, noticing that many people were actually watching them.

Keynes had seen too many things like this before, and he figured out the connection in an instant.

Morris wasn't actually trying to persuade anyone to drink; he was just trying to show that he and Keynes were old acquaintances and to build up his own reputation as much as possible.

"hehe."

Keynes shook his head and laughed, a laugh that was complex and melancholic.

He still remembers what it was like when he first saw Maurice.

At that time, he had not yet inherited the position of family head. He was still a young nobleman who dared to think and act, adhered to the honor of the nobility, and was determined to carry forward the glory of the family.

But when did he change his appearance and become so slick and unfamiliar?

What changed him?

Is it the position of head of the family? Or is it power and wealth?

No, whatever changed him is no longer important.

From today onwards, such regrettable things will never happen again.

"Hehe, perhaps not today, but soon..."

"Hmm? Did you say something?"

Morris, maintaining his smile, blinked. He had breathed a sigh of relief after Keynes laughed, but in his carelessness, he hadn't heard what Keynes muttered to himself.

"It's nothing. I think what you said makes sense. Thank you for your reminder."

Shaking his head, Keynes patted Morris on the shoulder affectionately, took the wine glass offered by the other, and continued on his way with it in his hand.

Later, even more people came up to him, and Keynes welcomed them all, either nodding or exchanging a few pleasantries.

The road to the high platform wasn't long, but he walked slowly, giving himself enough time to savor the experience along the way.

The road was long, but it eventually came to an end. Keynes finally broke free from everyone and walked step by step onto the high platform.

Dongdong.

Keynes tapped the ground with a mallet, drawing everyone's attention.

In the now slightly quieter hall, his expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"I have urgently summoned you all because I have something important to tell you."

The serious expressions finally eased the tension slightly, but many people still didn't take it to heart, and some even asked with a smile:

"Lord Keynes, stop keeping us in suspense! Just tell us! I have urgent business to attend to."

"What's the rush? Is your lover about to have another baby? The seventeenth?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing the nobles burst into laughter, Keynes did not laugh, but instead struck the mallet again.

Dongdong.

In a quiet moment, the old man spoke aloud:

"Under the witness of the covenant—I, Keynes Jaslin, have said nothing false."

His sudden and unusual behavior made many nobles realize something was wrong, and they squinted at the most prominent noble among the nobles.

"I have new information regarding the handing over of the spatial beacon of Watchtower City to the extraordinary beings."

“There is a traitor among us.”

With a calm, still gaze, Keynes spoke softly:

"The Watchers are already aware of this."

!!!

In an instant, all the laughter disappeared, and pairs of terrified eyes stared at the gaunt figure on the stage, whose back was ramrod straight.

In the oppressive silence where you could hear a pin drop, Keynes raised his head and looked up at the Arcane Eye high above.

Smiling, Keynes raised the glass he had received from Morris and addressed the crowd below:

"By the witness of the covenant—I hereby confess to you all that I... am one of the traitors."

!!!

That wasn't all. The old man, enjoying the bewildered expressions on everyone's faces as they were struck by the series of shocking events, continued:

"Moreover, there are even more traitors among you."

Dead silence.

After Keynes finished speaking, the entire space was filled with immense panic.

Of all the people, Sir Maurice and the others who had just spoken to Keynes had the most distorted expressions.

Ha ha.

Enjoying the terror on everyone's faces, Keynes thought about what would happen next and gradually smiled.

He brought the glass to his lips and, for the first time in a long time, gulped down the wine.

"Hahaha!"

This cup of poisoned wine, I urge you all...

Drink it with me!

……

……

When Ning Feng's vision cleared again, what appeared before him was not the familiar teleportation array.

"This is……"

The wind howled in my ears, the cold seeped into my skin everywhere, and I felt a weightless emptiness beneath my feet.

He didn't teleport directly to the center of Watchtower City, but instead appeared high in the thin air.

For only a moment, Ning Feng regained his balance with the help of the wings on his back. The flowing magic covered his body, keeping the cold and the gale at bay.

But at this moment, the warmth of his body could not warm Ning Feng's heart; instead, it felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"!!!"

Because right before his eyes, the scene in the sky city shrouded in a huge halo could only be described as horrific.

The ancient buildings were destroyed in large sections, and the ruins were covered in blood, as if they had been the site of an extremely brutal battle.

But that wasn't what shocked Ning Feng the most. What truly left him speechless was what was reflected in his eyes...

A headless corpse.

"This is impossible..."

Chapter 472 An Incomprehensible Situation

"That can't be..."

Floating high in the frigid sky, Ning Feng's body was well protected by the magic that enveloped his skin, but he did not feel any warmth.

Within the enormous sphere of light formed by the City of Watch, Ning Feng witnessed a scene he had never imagined.

In the heart of the most devastated battle, the Stargazer was among the many figures... surrounded by a horde of enormous monsters.

Without a doubt, they were a group of saints.

They possess immense power, representing the pinnacle of power among extraordinary beings.

A headless corpse, resembling a giant, lay prostrate at the stargazer's feet, while two other beings, resembling a giant eagle and a tree spirit, stood with their backs to Ning Feng, surrounding her.

The stargazer stood calmly, but a dark shadow, as indistinct as mist, was already approaching from behind her.

Compared to those colossal beasts that resemble mountains, her body didn't appear particularly large, but her presence was undeniable, even more so.

But this is not the part that dealt the biggest blow to Ning Feng.

What truly made Ning Fengtong's heart shrink was the sharp point protruding from the Stargazer's chest at that moment.

Although the distance was too great for Ning Feng to see the details clearly, he could still vaguely make out that it was a hand shimmering with a pure white light.

That woman's delicate, slender hand pierced the stargazer's body...

What's even stranger is the current state of things in the City of Watchers.

It was as if time had stopped; everything was preserved at the moment the chest was pierced, as if that instant had been sealed away.

He had considered the worst-case scenario; he had thought about it and was not optimistic about the situation here.

Ning Feng is not an optimistic person; most of the time, he holds a pessimistic attitude towards the development of events.

He didn't believe that things would go in the direction he hoped for—regarding others, the future, and fate.

Judging from his past experiences, fate has not shown him much mercy; in fact, it has been quite cruel.

He lost loved ones and his comrades-in-arms, and he also had to endure the helplessness of watching innocent people wail in despair under the "natural disaster."

He rebelled and personally killed many people.

Some achieved this with the help of others, while others did it solely through their own abilities.

Ning Feng has faced countless life-or-death crises, but he still lives tenaciously, taking big strides towards higher places.

Even though he was captivated by the beautiful scenery along the way and almost succumbed to temptation, he ultimately chose to withdraw and never stopped.

Because the cruel future that was bound to come kept echoing in his ears, and the scarlet-eyed black cat's constant reminders made it impossible for him to immerse himself in the dream, forcing him to wake up from his illusory fantasy.

The night is beautiful, but now is not the time to sleep.

So he never stopped.

He made this choice because he was able to clearly understand what kind of choice was correct for the present situation, or at least absolutely not wrong.

Including this time.