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The three knights drew their weapons. The swords, which had been coated with holy water beforehand, sensed the tangible evil power behind the door and lit up with a gentle white light.

Idim asked his two companions to stand aside to provide support, while he stood in the middle and pushed hard. The door opened with a sound.

The clear sunlight illuminated the room, revealing no one inside. The three knights remained vigilant, swords drawn, and walked in, closing the door behind them.

"Clang!" Edim turned his head vigilantly, and found that it was the hilt of Knight Hewei's sword that knocked over a chair when he turned around.

Facing the angry glares of his two friends, Knight Hewei, knowing he was in the wrong, raised his hands in surrender.

The room was a suite, and the living room wasn't very large. The three of them split up and quickly finished the search. Except for the locked drawers and cabinets, all the furniture in the room was searched.

The three of them met and gestured to each other, silently indicating that they had not noticed anything.

Knight Aaron pointed to the bedroom door and walked over. Edimu followed him, sword in hand. While he was almost certain the demon was no longer in the room, it was still wise to remain vigilant. Knight Hewei walked to the window, took a look, and then hurried over.

"The window outside offers a direct view of the terrace," the childish Knight Hervey said in a low voice.

Edim, who had already entered the bedroom, nodded simply. His and Yalon's full attention was on a white cloth hanging on the bedroom wall. The white cloth was draped over a piece of wood extending from the wall, hanging from the ceiling to the ground, covering half of the wall tightly.

"What will happen next? Do you think there will be danger?" Yalon turned to ask Edim, who shook his head.

"Judging from the size, it looks like a floor-to-ceiling window, but I don't understand why the window is covered up," Yidim replied, taking two steps back to observe from a farther perspective.

As he retreated, he didn't notice Knight Hervey behind him and stepped on his little toe. The pain made the young knight almost jump up, and he quickly pulled his foot out and took a few steps back, but accidentally stepped on the tin can on the ground, making a series of tinkling sounds.

All three knights froze in place, holding their breath.

After a long moment, still in silence, Knight Aaron slapped Hewei on the back of the head, causing him to grimace in pain.

The knights stood before the white cloth, staring at each other. Finally, Aaron nodded, drew his sword, and poked the cloth. The back was shallow, and the sword only reached a few inches before encountering resistance. The feedback from his hand told the knight that he must have hit the wall.

Aaron glanced at Edim and saw that the Stigmata Knight had already pressed down the stigmata. He decisively reached out and pulled open the white cloth.

Behind the white cloth stood a tall orc holding a crossbow, glaring at them. Yaron took a step back, raised his sword, and prepared to strike.

Edim stopped him.

"Yaron, that's not true," Idim said calmly, and the orc's expression changed from anger to confusion. "It's a mirror."

Only then did Aaron react. After careful observation, he found that there was indeed a black iron mirror frame behind the white cloth. The mirror embedded in the middle reflected the scene in the entire room, and even their figures appeared behind the orcs.

But where did that orc come from?

"Aaron?" The orc's doubts grew even stronger. He lowered his crossbow and longsword and carefully examined the three knights. "And Knight Edim?"

Just as Yidimu finished saying that the orcs were fake, he was startled when he was spoken to by the orcs. What surprised him even more was that the orcs actually knew him?

A familiar and rather ominous feeling came over him. Although he had never told anyone about it, the last orc he had communicated with was the transformed Hopper.

"Who are you? I don't have any orc friends," he asked tentatively, praying to the kind gods not to give him the same answer as last time.

Chapter 179 Before the Celebration

The orc was slightly startled, then reacted and explained, "Oh, I forgot. You don't know about this."

After saying that, he reached out and pinched his nose, turning it around three times. After that, the ugly big nose was pulled off.

The orc's body shrank visibly, the muscles and facial features beneath its skin wriggling and reorganizing. In less than a minute, a completely different human appeared in the mirror.

"Inquisitor Igor?!" Yidim exclaimed in surprise. "Why are you in the devil's mirror?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you too." The Inquisitor looked at them inquiringly, his hand still on his weapon, not letting down his guard. "I can see your background. Where are you?"

The three knights exchanged a silent glance. They couldn't be sure if the Inquisitor was an illusion created by the mirror's magic. Aaron stepped forward and pressed the cold mirror. Aside from the Inquisitor within, it looked just like an ordinary mirror.

"What kind of magic is this? Is it imprisonment magic? Are you trapped in it?" Edim decided to ask in a different way.

The Inquisitor shook his head and said, "Although I am not in Emerald Harbor, this place is probably not some magical space."

He also took a step forward and tapped the mirror frame with his knuckles. The sound was dull and raspy, likely made of pure iron. He tapped the mirror again, and to everyone's surprise, his fingers easily passed through the mirror and touched the air of Emerald Harbor.

The Inquisitor noticed this and increased his strength, starting with his palm, then his arm, and finally he took a decisive step, passed through the mirror, and stood in front of the three knights.

"It seems that this is not just a mirror, it should be a passage." The Inquisitor looked around and found nothing wrong.

"This is impossible. Is it one-way?" Knight Aaron reached out to touch the mirror again, but the mirror still rejected him mercilessly.

Igor also stretched out his hand, and the two hands placed on the mirror passed through it as if it were passing through air. Yidim and Hewei both came over to try, but to their disappointment, they were all rejected.

"What's going on?" Edim looked at his hands, then at Igor, noticing the difference between them. "Did the devil give you a special pass?"

The word "pass" reminded the inquisitor who was thinking hard. He reached out and took out the mirror fragment, handed it to the nearest Knight Hewei, and motioned him to try it.

This time, He Wei successfully passed through the mirror and back.

"I think I know how the mysterious messenger lady managed to travel to and from the Eagle's Nest without being noticed by the entire city." The Inquisitor rested his chin on his hand, looking at the tall four-poster bed in the room, and said thoughtfully, "Whose bedroom are you in?"

The three knights suddenly felt awkward. Finally, Edim stepped forward and cast the detection spell again. After confirming both parties' identities, he briefly explained the mission and the corresponding information to Igor.

The Inquisitor nodded frequently as he listened, and when he finished, he added, "It seems our targets are aligned. This Ms. Rachel is the leader of the false god cult I've been pursuing. It seems I overestimated myself. There are more than one smart person in this city. However, it seems that the information Lord Monte received is incomplete. He is missing a key point."

"What?" Knight Hewei asked impatiently.

"This mysterious lady possesses a very powerful protective magic. I haven't personally seen it, but according to those who have, it can at least deflect most spells and swords. If we don't resolve this problem, I'm afraid we won't be able to harm her."

Yidimu's brow furrowed. As expected, all plans have unexpected complications.

"We're running out of time," the knight glanced anxiously out the window. "It's still some time before noon, and we can't be sure how long it will take to find a solution. Once the speech is over, the archbishop will return to his maidens, and it will be difficult for us to find a second chance to separate them anytime soon."

The judge smiled. He was not ugly, but he looked gloomy and arrogant when he was not smiling. But when he smiled, he looked more like a vicious dog waiting for the right opportunity to bite people.

"I have to say, this might be the gods' arrangement," the Inquisitor licked his sharp fangs. "If I were the only one here today, this might be a bit difficult. However, with four skilled hands here, all of us here for the same cause, things are much simpler."

The three knights were intrigued by his words and came over to listen to him talk about what was happening on the other side of the mirror.

"That's all I know," the Inquisitor said quickly, describing the cave, the crystal, and the orc warlock. "I'll get you the mirror fragment now."

"I'm looking forward to Miss Rachel seeing her protection fail." Edim narrowed his eyes and flicked his sword.

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"How am I today?" Eichmann stood before the gilded standing mirror, examining himself with the utmost critical eye. Even he had to admit that the man in the mirror was in the prime of life, his hair meticulously combed, and every tooth gleaming with brilliance – a true paragon of humanity.

"Beautiful, magnificent!" His maids, Abigail and Gadot, applauded, their eyes filled with unconcealed enthusiasm and admiration. Rachel, on the other hand, smiled and clapped, but Eichmann, who had worked with her for so long, noticed that her smile didn't reach her eyes.

The archbishop, his spirits spoiled, frowned. Except for Rachel, the other maids caught the signal and tactfully made excuses to leave.

"I don't know what else you're dissatisfied with, Rachel." Eichmann rubbed his brow, trying not to get angry. "After today, we can use the assassination as an excuse to cleanse this city of all its filthy blood."

"My most recent sacrifice, Bolt, has been missing since the night Judith died." Rachel frowned. The Delight Demon was displeased by a lowly creature ordering her around. But she couldn't resist yet. "I'm worried this will affect my magical power, and even more worried his disappearance is connected to Hopper. Hopper isn't an easy demon to manipulate. I trained her, and she's no fool."

"You overestimate her." The Archbishop ignored her words and turned to the mirror, adjusting his belt. "Relax, my dear. I have great confidence in your magic circle. Even if a sacrifice is missing once, it's not a problem. Your subordinates can always solve this problem."

As for that lust demon, even you were defeated by me, not to mention your student, who is just an ordinary lust demon student.

"As for that succubus, we didn't intend to let her leave the venue alive, did we?" Eichmann flashed his reflection in the mirror with an impeccable smile. "Your magic circle has helped me absorb so many serious injuries. Are you still worried about not being able to stop an arrow?"

Seeing that Rachel was not convinced yet, he strengthened his tone.

"Furthermore, during my morning prayers today, I requested the most powerful protective spell I could cast from the Perfect One. You don't think I'm such a complacent person, do you?"

"Of course not, my lord."

Chapter 180 Hopper

Wade Liangmu had been standing in front of the door for a quarter of an hour, the midday sun blazing down his back and sweat dripping down his temples. He kept pulling at his too-tight shirt collar, trying to relieve the thirst in his mouth and the anxiety in his heart.

Finally, he took a deep breath, reached out and knocked on the door.

The door opened almost immediately.

"Mr. Liangmu?" Jane Shansuo, who was standing behind the door, stared with wide eyes and asked in surprise, "Why are you here at this hour? Please come in."

Hopper let him in, glanced left and right, and closed the door again.

"Does Lady Hearthheart have any other instructions?" Hopper was already beginning to feel annoyed. Ever since he had provoked Lady Hearthheart that day, her spies had been constantly appearing near him, secretly monitoring her with their tiny ears and eyes.

"Ms. Hearthheart has already taken everyone to the auditorium. She'll still be there to make arrangements." Wade surveyed the cool, shady interior. It was a simple room, bare except for a table by the window and a chair leaning against it. And in a box on the table lay the highly anticipated "Blue Moon."

"I'm here for myself."

His words piqued Hopper's interest. Ever since the night Judith was murdered, Wade had been as detached from him as a mouse to a cat. Hopper suspected it was because he'd learned his identity from some other source. Hopper wasn't particularly interested in a naive idealist, so he'd never considered approaching him for a conversation.

Wade took a deep breath, smoothed the tips of his mustache, adjusted his collar, and then bowed deeply to the demon.

"I've hesitated for a long time, but I still believe I owe you a formal thank you," the dwarf said sincerely. "I know that what you did was not out of consideration for our Order, nor for the welfare of the Brothers of Stone. But regardless, your actions resulted in the death of Eichmann's most vociferous lackey. This contribution cannot be ignored, and you deserve our gratitude."

This sudden gratitude made the succubus feel a little uncomfortable. As a demon, she had many ways to exploit this gratitude. However, with the current major events at hand, there was really no need to dwell on insignificant matters.

However, she deduced a bad message from Wade's words.

"Do you think I can't come back?" After all, if I can come back, you can just wait until I come back to apologize.

The little dwarf was startled. Wade Liangmu was already a full-grown dwarf over a hundred years old, but for most of his life, his biggest challenge was simply competing with other merchants for orders. He had always believed he could sacrifice his life for his cause. Until that night, when he saw the screaming crowd, the splattered blood, and the complex political maneuvering that followed, he vaguely realized that he had sailed into waters he had never sailed before.

It was not until then that he began to feel the reality of death.

"Yes," he admitted readily, "You are brave, but some things cannot be solved simply by being brave. My participation in the club and joining Ms. Hearthheart doesn't mean I agree with using such drastic measures to change the status quo."

Hopper looked at him with something close to pity. Wade Brightwood was a soft-hearted, foolish dwarf. Such creatures were most susceptible to corruption, but their kindness prevented them from remaining steadfastly vicious. In a sense, dragging him to hell would be more difficult than dragging the Archbishop.

"Let me tell you a proverb from my hometown, Mr. Liangmu." The demon smiled and touched the cold box with his hand. "Without bloodshed, order cannot be maintained."

Wade Liangmu left with confusion and shock.

Hopper turned his gaze back to the window. From this angle, he could see the golden platform across the square. Soon, it would be filled with nobles, and Archbishop Eichmann would be shot with an arrow in public.

What next? Hopper hadn't given it much thought.

If Lady Luxin's deduction is correct, her arrow will injure the archbishop and break his myth, which will cause an uproar among the people, and the helpers she arranged in the square will cause a riot.

If the Archbishop's plan was followed, he would publicly prove that he was still invincible. The alien race actually intended to murder the agent of the perfect man, and the Archbishop would greatly inspire the faith of the believers.

Hopper would say that their souls were just as dark as each other, even the methods they came up with and the subsequent steps they arranged were similar. They were unable to complete everything on their own, so they had to use this major event to convince the entire parliament, so that more nobles would see the benefits and join them.

They are all in the same position of power, well versed in how politics works, and know how to cleverly use the rules. They are all good players on the chessboard of Emerald Harbor.

They are also arrogant and conceited, and think they understand themselves and their opponents.

More importantly for Hopper, they both thought they understood the devil. The two rivals reached a remarkable consensus: both believed the devil was a creature that obeyed order and would regard order as the highest principle.

The devil reached out and opened the box on the table, and a cold breath and a sense of resistance greeted him.

Blue Moon is not an ignorant weapon. Although it does not have the consciousness of a living thing, as a weapon full of elven magic, it instinctively resists the layer of hellish magic that weaves the appearance of Jane Flashline Dwarf.

As Archbishop Eichmann had said, if he forced the bow into use, he could force it to his advantage, but it was hard to say how much of its power he could unleash. It had to be said that as a clergyman, he was indeed perceptive.

"Oh, but, dear employers," Hopper took off his transformation ring and took out the test tube that had been hidden in his arms. "Perhaps you are very familiar with the abilities of a devil. However, you have no idea that the devil never fights unprepared battles."

The test tube was still tightly sealed with wax, just like the first day it was handed to her. The silver divine blood inside still emitted a beautiful iridescence even in the shadows.

She stared at the divine blood for a while, then pulled out the cork without hesitation and drank all the liquid in one gulp.

In an instant, a twisted, ferocious smile appeared on Jane Shansuo's lovely, rosy face. Her smile grew increasingly exaggerated, and then a pair of long, twisted horns pierced through her skin.

The dwarf's skin, stretched to pieces by his madly elongated height and limbs, became a dead, scaly mess. Huge, leathery wings, like sails, unfolded from his newly formed, blood-red skin.

Hopper lowered her head and examined herself. She was now five feet tall, and her long horns, wings, and tail indicated her true identity as a netherworld being. However, a closer look revealed that she possessed long silver hair and large, almost transparent eyes, unlike most infernal creatures.

She transformed herself into a Fëanor—an elven tiefling.

The succubus reached out again for the noble weapon and took it from its box. This time, Longbow offered no resistance, and she felt a surge of delightful coolness flow from the bow, down her arm, and throughout her body.

The beautiful longbow's bowstring vibrated continuously, as if it were a guard dog that was delighted to see its master return home.

"Look," she whispered to Longbow, "even if it's simulated divine blood, it still has the power of the Blood Father. It's enough to make you believe that I really have elven blood, isn't it?"

Changgong hummed, simply agreeing with his master.

Chapter 181 Dark Clouds

"The weather is really nice today, although it is sunny every year during the Harvest Festival. But it is rare to see a cloudless sky like today." Lady Tira Hearthheart took out an exquisite handkerchief, wiped the sweat from her face, then raised her glass to Miss Monte at the next table and casually found a topic.

"That's right." Unlike her serious and formal brother, Miss Monte was young and lively, with charming pure black curly hair. "Lord Monte didn't want me to come at first, saying that the weather was too hot and he was worried that I couldn't stand it."

The weather was the most harmless and common topic of conversation among the nobility, especially for those in a port city. However, today, Miss Montef's words were filled with a lot of sincerity.

All the nobles were sitting on the platform of the Golden Dome Church, where the view was wide. Not only could they see the clear blue sky, but they could also see the crowds of people coming down the mountain road from the foot of the mountain.

The downside to enjoying such a distinguished position is that the distinguished gentlemen have to endure the endless heat of the autumn sun on the unprotected platform. Although the church has built a beautiful and breathable pergola with densely woven silk for the entire platform, the scorching sun has brought considerable challenges to the ladies' makeup.

Ms. Tira kept her gaze focused on the inside of the tent, avoiding the temptation to search the houses across the square for any assassin who might appear at any moment. She was somewhat grateful for the heat, which provided a reasonable excuse for her preoccupation with anxiety.