Reject me, you damn woman.

"No, of course not,"

The prince was a little embarrassed.

"In fact, I could have given you an extremely wonderful show tonight, destroying my sister's mental barriers in one fell swoop, but there were some minor accidents."

"Simply put, you failed."

The man in black robe directly exposed Xervis's whitewashing words.

A gloomy look flashed across the prince's face, and then he tried hard to smile and said:

"I swear, this was just an accident. That purple-gold flower man has almost reached his limit. I was just careless tonight. If I try again, I will definitely succeed. You can never imagine what a blow killing those mortals can cause to my little sister. This is good for everyone, isn't it? You don't want to escape from the imperial capital in disgrace, do you?"

He paused and then said:

"Besides, you are a noble tower, how can you tolerate such an ugly defeat? Give me some more manpower and rare items, even that woman of Hilteria and that purple flower man are nothing."

"Our failure?"

The black-robed man's cold tone finally showed a slight fluctuation, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"Your Highness Zevis, you are mistaken. It is not us, but your failure. The Tower has run out of patience with you. I have said that you will not receive any additional assistance. As for why we will help you escape, please do not misunderstand. It is simply based on the contract between us. When you completely fail and withdraw from the imperial election, you will belong to us."

contract?!

The parchment covered with obscure words flashed through Zevis' mind, but when he signed the contract, he was still the elegant prince who held countless trump cards, had been keeping a low profile for a long time, and was about to show off his ambitions. He didn't believe that he could fail.

And now, he seemed to have to recall the contents of the contract.

According to the contract, the Magic Bell Tower will provide all necessary support to Zevis in this imperial election. If he can win in the end and become the one who ascends the throne, he must hand over the secret fire of the Bayer family and gradually make the Magic Bell Tower the official court mage organization of the Fire Rose Empire.

And if he fails, there seems to be only one price to pay, and that is...himself?!

The prince, who had not realized until this moment that he had misinterpreted or underestimated certain things, was gradually surrounded by belated fear.

"What do you want from me?"

There was a tremor in the prince's voice.

"We don't need you to do anything, and we are not interested in you. The original purpose of that tower was to obtain the secret fire of the Bayer royal family."

The man in black robe said indifferently.

"Secret Fire?!"

The prince's pupils shrank slightly. He knew what he had betrayed. It was the mysterious flame passed down from generation to generation by the Bayer royal family. It was said to be a relic of a certain god.

But there is also a saying that the secret fire flows in the blood of Bayer's descendants.

However, for the prince whose arcane talent was very mediocre, the secret fire was of little value. But the prince finally realized that he had misjudged one thing.

He overestimated his own value and underestimated the value of the secret fire in the eyes of the Magic Bell Tower.

The man in black robe nodded and seemed to sigh: "The secret fire of the Fire Family. We have already failed once in our quest to obtain it."

Failed once?

Zervis suddenly seemed to remember something, and many images flashed through his mind, the performance in the opera house, the terrifying enemy in the ominous historical records, the witch who betrayed the country, and the hideous scars and regretful expression that his father inadvertently revealed, which almost ran through his entire body.

Zevis said in horror:

"At that time... were you guys?!"

In the story of the Witch of Scarlet Flame, the enemy that even the Emperor and the Witch who mastered the secret fire could not defeat is you!!

"It was us. We just failed that time. We didn't expect that after changing to a gentler approach, we would fail again."

The man in black robe admitted it generously, and said with regret:

"What a pity, Your Highness Zevis! If you were more useful, we could take Bayer's secret fire openly after you ascended the throne. However, this is just barely acceptable."

The black-robed man slightly raised his eyes under his hood and looked at the prince who was gradually losing his composure:

"You are also a descendant of Bayer who has the bloodline of fire. Maybe, through some means, you can also awaken the secret fire in your bloodline. In that case... it doesn't matter."

boom!

At this moment, all the doubts in the prince's mind that had not been sorted out, or that he had always ignored, suddenly became clear.

Wrong, wrong from the beginning!

Why would the Demon Bell Tower, which never directly interferes in the internal affairs of other countries and is therefore barely able to avoid open hostility from major powers, take such a big risk to support its own imperial choice?

Because in the eyes of these guys, even the country of Fire Rose is just a gift from the gods' relics!

And he, the fifth prince Zevis, is not at all an indispensable key link or perfect collaborator in order to occupy the country of Bayer and take revenge on Zijinhua.

He is just a tool that can help the Magic Clock Tower obtain the secret fire?

If he succeeds, everyone will be happy, as the Magic Bell Tower will be able to obtain the secret fire and seize the country's resources openly but quietly.

But even if he fails, it doesn't matter.

Because, I, who have the blood of Bayer flowing in my veins, will also personally deliver the royal blood that has the secret fire flowing in it into their hands!

As soon as the magic contract is signed, the plan will be accomplished!

Xervis seemed to have seen his future.

It was not at all what he had imagined, lying dormant again, waiting again, until launching a soul-stirring epic of gorgeous revenge. Instead, he became a test subject for countless arcane lunatics in a cold and gloomy basement until he died.

No...that's a collection of the craziest and most inhumane arcanists in the entire continent. There are probably ten thousand ways for Xervis to survive.

But each one is probably worse than death.

What awaits him is a future where he will always be used as a test subject and a container for blood samples, where even death will be a luxury!

"No, wait a minute!"

Seeing the man in black robe trying to leave, Zevis subconsciously stood up and tried to stop him, but the man in black robe suddenly turned around, and the powerful aura directly made the prince retreat:

"No more unnecessary ugly movements, Lord Xervis."

The black-robed man said indifferently. Every word she said was like a heavy hammer of judgment, hitting Zevis' heart:

"Any child knows how to keep an oath. Ta has fulfilled his promise perfectly. Now, it's your turn."

"I have some urgent matters to attend to tomorrow, so the person who will pick you up from the Imperial Capital will arrive the day after tomorrow."

The eyes under the black robe seemed to have seen through all the little movements in the prince's evasive eyes:

"Don't have any extra thoughts. The moment you are powerless, the contract will take effect. If you try to leave this building, your mind will be immediately destroyed by the backlash. You should know that in our eyes, it doesn't matter whether you still have thoughts or not."

After saying that, the man in black robe left the room as usual, and the prince sat down dejectedly.

Just now, due to the high secretion of adrenaline when the truth was revealed, the prince's brain was blank due to shock. But now, as his blood cooled, incomparable fear and dread surrounded the prince.

It's over, it's all over, everything is ruined.

In his own eyes, cooperating with the Demon Bell Tower was a dangerous act, but in reality, it was not the case.

Regardless of whether he could win the title of Royal Chosen King, for the Magic Bell Tower, this tiger had already swallowed its real prey.

He is the poor prey who can neither live nor die!

Unparalleled fear and despair surrounded the prince.

That annoying blond face suddenly appeared in the prince's mind.

Zervis suddenly realized that he seemed to have become the clown he mentioned, who could only disgust his opponents by talking nonsense. On the other hand, the threat posed by Lin to him was gradually becoming a reality.

Now, the end is about to come, and he will be like a stray dog, rolling out of the imperial capital in disgrace amid the gazes and ridicule of everyone.

What awaits him is not glorious revenge, but a future of eternal darkness as a test subject and blood sample!

What's even more desperate is that in order to ensure that all the guardians around the villa can be lured away before the assassination plan tonight is carried out, all the forces under Zervis launched a suicidal counterattack regardless of the cost.

The result of this behavior was that Zevis, who was already at a disadvantage but could still struggle, would fail indefinitely in advance.

Perhaps it was because of this that the Arcane Contract completely confirmed his failure in the Emperor's Selection, and met the conditions for the Magic Clock Tower to take him away as compensation!

Everything he did was just a laughing stock of the clown rushing at full speed on his way to death!

Think about it carefully. Even if he is very hostile to Historia, is it necessary to take the risk of dying together with the other party and do something that would kill 800 enemies but injure 1,000 of his own?

But, but I have always been very cautious, how could I not notice it?

The prince suddenly realized something and took out the only gift given to him by the Magic Bell Tower from his storage ring.

That magical contract that signed the agreement between both parties!

As the prince injected his magic power, the obscure words on the parchment began to ripple with purple waves.

That is...the color of mind magic!

Although it is very weak, it is enough to drive the evil thoughts in a person's heart to amplify, even a little bit.

And now, the mental magic that was originally not triggered has been triggered unknowingly!

Even his final counterattack against Historia was anticipated by the Magic Clock Tower and was even deliberately instigated!

"no no!"

The prince held his head like crazy. Every brain cell in his brain was struggling in despair, rejecting the arrival of that ending.

But who?

Who can save himself at this time?

Who would be willing to lend a helping hand to oneself, who has been deserted by everyone and has no value at all, and become an enemy of the Demon Bell Tower at this time?

Finally, his eyes stared into the trash can beside him.

Mixed in that pile of garbage was a special gift.

A gift from a certain witch, what she called, another choice!

The prince rushed to the trash can, overturned it, and without caring about his image, he found the crystal left for him by the witch Serena among the dirty garbage.

This is a communication crystal, the same one he used to convey threats to Lin En and others. It is automatically triggered when crushed, and its source cannot be traced, nor can it be copied.

Xevis hesitated for a second before crushing the crystal.

Who knows if there is another hell on the other side of the crystal?

What's more, the witch herself is not loyal to the Magic Clock Tower. Does she know what she is facing?

The other option she mentioned, do you have the courage to help me and become the enemy of the Demon Bell Tower?

..........

At the same time, on the other side of Rose City, Lin En was sitting on a comfortable recliner with his eyes closed, resting. On the table in front of him was the communication crystal.

On the side, Elena and Historia looked at each other, somewhat confused about what Lin En was thinking at the moment.

Previously, after Lynn promised Historia that he would bring a fair judgment to Zevis, he stayed here and did nothing.

"Student Lin En, are you sure that His Highness Zevis will contact us if we don't do anything here?"

Elena asked stubbornly.

"He will."

Lynn’s answer was very firm.

Because a drowning person will desperately grasp the last straw, even if that straw may be poisonous.

Elena hesitated for a moment, and when she was about to say something, the crystal on the table suddenly shattered, and in the surprised gaze of the two women, the magic screen opened.

..........

After hesitating for a second, but only a second, the prince crushed the crystal.

Although the witch was a mercenary of the Magic Bell Tower, given her rank and ability, she must have known certain information, which is why she left the crystal for herself.

Even if there is another hell on the other side of the crystal, he is destined to be trapped in the magic clock tower for eternity until he is rejected as a test subject. How could there be a worse ending?

He was certain that this was the right choice he had made after getting rid of the scroll that magnified the illusion in people's hearts.

"Please, please, whoever you are, please save me!"

The moment the crystal shattered, the magic screen opened, and the illusory projection appeared, the prince shouted for help to the other side of the screen.

After a short silence, just when the prince was desperately thinking that this might be a prank of the witch, a miraculous response came from the other side:

"Of course, Your Highness Zevis, it sounds like you have encountered misfortune, but now that you have this crystal, I will lend a helping hand to anyone who is innocent."