The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

Only major cities of great powers, and important cities located on the continent's main transportation routes, have the ability to install magic lamps in residential areas. Maginus clearly has extremely large ambitions.

The mage beside him was scribbling on a map, a topographical map of the city of Dofla. He astutely noticed that the capital of Nesser seemed to be expanding outward in a circular pattern, completely disregarding the basic rules of city building.

Curious about this, he took a map that had been updated a few months ago and carefully observed the changes in the terrain while doing missions with his companions during the day. In his spare time at night, he drew the changes on the map to better analyze them.

"Changes to main roads, distribution of magic lights, additions and reductions to green belts..."

"what are you doing?"

The thief approached and examined the map, and the others curiously crowded around. The spellcaster, without looking up, said, "I feel there's something wrong with the map recording the changes in Doflamingo. Haven't you noticed anything unusual about it?"

Looking at the new map altered by the spellcaster, the intricate network of routes and the magical lamp blooming in the center are quite beautiful.

That was all the thoughts he had. The others didn't notice anything amiss. The mage rolled his eyes at his group of idiot teammates, took out a piece of white paper, and pasted it on the map, drawing out the main roads, greenery, parks, and the route of the magic lamps.

"look at this."

He slammed the paper down in front of everyone, and they all perked up, finally understanding what he meant.

From any angle, Doflamingo's route resembles an enormous magic circle, radiating outwards from the palace, and is extremely complex. Once completed, it will undoubtedly be incredibly powerful.

It wasn't just one adventurer team that noticed this. When the construction in Doflamingo was in full swing, some temples were also affected and asked to leave their original locations. Spellcasters from other countries who came to spy also discovered the situation.

"Can you figure out what this huge magic circle is used for?"

Similar questions were raised in various places, but most people couldn't see the truth. Some worried that Maginus was using the inhabitants as human sacrifices, while others worried that this was yet another conspiracy by Maginus to increase his power.

The relevant maps were passed on, but no one went directly to ask, thinking that Maginus wouldn't tell the truth. In any case, when they reached the hands of some legendary mages, they finally saw through the deception.

Maginus Imperius is building the labyrinth for Dover.

Many spellcasters were shocked. There were not many people who possessed knowledge of the Mystic Locks and were able to create them. Maginus must have at least one person with knowledge of the Mystic Locks helping her.

Oh, so it's not impossible that she knows about the magic lock herself?

However, another question remains: given Nesery's financial situation, does she really have that much money to build the Maze Lock?

Okay, now I know why she attacked the Titans.

With the intelligence laid bare, intelligence personnel from various countries were filled with anxiety and worry, fearing that their own countries would be next to suffer.

However, this worry soon subsided, as the army began to move again, this time targeting another country near the Titans.

While they were relieved that they wouldn't have to worry about Maginus coming after them for at least a short time, the chosen nation decisively surrendered to Maginus.

It returned the territory that originally belonged to Nesery and repaid the taxes collected during that period. It showed no intention of trying to fight the Nesery army and was utterly spineless.

The assembled army chose to turn its guns on other countries, but the other country was not so decisive. Having acquired fertile land, they believed their military strength was comparable to that of Nesery and chose to fight Nesery's army head-on.

They were indeed strong enough that without Maginus's help, the army was engaged in a difficult battle. As a high-ranking member, Neko left Doflamingo and went to the battlefield to guard the enemy's high-ranking members, thus deterring and ensuring that neither side would make a move.

Meanwhile, in Dover, some ill-intentioned spies also attempted to sabotage the construction of the Maze. Since the Maze was built around the entire capital, destroying one point would not affect the whole system, so they chose to unite and destroy areas together.

"It's on fire!"

In the dead of night, a patrolling soldier suddenly shouted, attracting the attention of residents and a small group of soldiers on night watch. A house was on fire, and the uncontrollable fire was growing larger and larger. A spellcaster rushed over and used a rain spell, which fortunately prevented the fire from spreading further.

Before everyone could relax, another fire broke out. The patrolling guards immediately realized that this was not a normal fire and decisively took out flares and fired them into the air. The flares were a deep red color, indicating danger.

The tranquil city awoke, and Maginus sat by the window watching the illuminated city, showing no intention of taking action.

Mira knocked on the door and stood outside, asking, "Your Majesty, shouldn't we take action now?"

"Cooperate with the city garrison's actions, but don't do everything yourself."

"Yes."

The city guards haven't done much since they were established, so now it's their turn to shine. They can't leave everything to the maids around her.

Building a faction costs 2 per month (2/2)

*Coo coo ...

Chapter 619 Many Mage Apprentices

"Quick, quick, there seems to be some signs of them coming this way!"

A large group of city guards ran around near the fire site, their eyes sharp as they were, not wanting to miss the slightest clue.

Since Maginus reorganized and rebuilt the city garrison, they have been in a state of having nothing to do. Every day, besides helping residents with their problems, they catch petty thieves and ordinary murderers.

During most of their free time, they worked hard to improve their skills under the guidance of instructors Yue Liang and Yue Qian. Now that they finally have a chance to use their skills, they are very excited.

Arsonists would be credited with something, and might even be promoted or given titles because of it.

The guards in Dover City have become so strong.

The sabers, hiding in the alley, concealed their presence. How long had it been? The combat strength at the bottom level of Doflamingo had changed so much. The city guards were all low-level professionals, and the division of labor among the personnel was very clear.

The assassin who lit the fire was completely unable to shake off the hyenas behind him and could only hope that his companions could complete the mission.

"Team 2 has already caught a Shadow Dancer, has Team 3 caught anyone yet!?"

"We're still looking for him; he's in this area."

The shouts of the city guards made the igniter grit his teeth. One of his companions had been captured, and now he had to try to expose himself and attract the attention of more guards so that others could plant the explosives.

Their method for extending the time it takes to create the maze is simple: destroy a portion of the terrain before the maze is fully completed and activated.

Maginus went to great lengths to plan the town precisely so that the terrain could serve as the foundation for the magic array; destroying the terrain would mean that part of the magic array would be damaged.

Suddenly emerging from the shadows, he threw alchemical explosives at the city guards who were tracking him. The shockwave and loud noise of the explosion immediately attracted the soldiers' attention, and they chased after the assassin.

Most people were drawn away, and the same thing happened in various areas of Dover, leaving everyone wondering where their destination was.

Once the vandals had completely thrown the area into chaos, a group of people quietly made their way to the area designated as a park and attempted to dig up the soil to bury high-explosive alchemical explosives.

The green belts and streets in this area are interconnected, clearly indicating that it is a key node of the magic array, so there is no need to look carefully.

They were carrying a chain of explosives. A single bottle might not be very powerful, but if they were placed in the right locations, they could even blow up an entire park.

Before the sneaky guys could bury all the chain explosives, an arrow pierced through the explosives in someone's hand, causing sparks to fly everywhere. The warrior holding the alchemical potion let out a muffled groan, forcefully flicked his hand to extinguish the flames, and drew his weapon from his dimensional bag, aiming at the location where the arrow had struck.

"They're here!"

Upon discovering the enemy, the ranger had no intention of fighting alone. Instead, he immediately called for reinforcements. After all, this was Dover, their stronghold. It would be foolish not to call for help from their own base.

"Plan Two: Throw out all the alchemical explosives!"

The captain of the sabotage team shouted, and the soldier who had previously taken out the explosives grabbed the bottom of the dimensional bag, aimed at the park, and swung it with all his might. All the explosives flew into the sky, and more and more bubbles rose from the liquid as it was shaken.

"Are you guys out of your minds?!"

These vandals acted like suicide bombers, their main concern being their own lives. They threw out so many chain explosives; even if they couldn't destroy the entire park, they could still destroy half of it.

Seeing this, the ranger rushed to the back of the house. Before the explosives could land, several strong gusts of wind blew up, sending the alchemy bottle flying into the air.

Magic trick!

Support arrived, or rather, they had been on guard against the saboteurs' actions and had specifically sent a small group of mages to stay here.

With the spread of knowledge and the establishment of the Royal Academy, many more mage apprentices have come to Dover. Although most of them only know one or two tricks, it is enough. When combined, they sometimes have a remarkable effect, like now.

The gentle breeze created by numerous magical tricks prevented the bottles from immediately hitting the ground and instead scattered them. The arrows accurately struck the potion bottles, and more than ten bottles exploded in mid-air, but no major disaster occurred.

Where did all these apprentice monks come from? Do they even have the money to conduct research?

The group that came to cause trouble was very puzzled. In fact, the resources and funds for the apprentices' studies were all provided by the country of Nesery, and the price they had to pay was to serve in the army and city garrison after graduating from the academy.

The length of service will be determined based on their strength and contributions, with a maximum of 40 years. This means that if they are not strong enough and remain as mage apprentices forever without participating in wars and establishing military merits, they will have to spend most of their lives in the army.

Becoming a low-level mage, or successfully completing a mission with your team in war, will reduce the time required.

Serving in the military is paid, and mage apprentices are not slaves. Moreover, even a mage apprentice who can only perform a single trick receives a fairly generous salary. Some people choose to take the magic aptitude test, or simply for the sake of having a secure job.

In short, with all these policies that require a lot of money, the capabilities at the grassroots level are improving rapidly, and there should be many low- and mid-level professionals emerging in the future.

"Damn it, kill all the mage apprentices!"

The plan failed, and the captain decided to sacrifice the entire team to inflict heavy damage on Doflamingo. If so many mage apprentices died, it would certainly reduce the number of talents in Nesery.

Fueled by rage against Nesery, the suicide squad charged toward the mage apprentices. The apprentices, just called to the battlefield, drew their weapons, their legs trembling, intimidated by the enemy's imposing presence, but they still charged forward.

Before the mage apprentices could be forced into close combat with the enemy, the rangers rushed up and blocked the enemy's small force, delaying the arrival of the warriors.

After about a night, the incident finally came to a close. The enemies who attempted to cause sabotage were either annihilated or captured and have all been taken back to prison for interrogation.

"Ha, I knew we weren't just sitting around doing nothing."

The city guard chief seemed very pleased. He was an elf, introduced by Cosimoia, and was said to be a druid, a very special city druid at that.

In short, after signing a contract with Her Majesty the Queen, and after Her Majesty the Queen confirmed his knowledge, allegiance, and values, he took office and did a good job. However, nothing major has happened that has allowed him and his city guard to shine.

"Then they will be handed over to you."

Thieves and ordinary murderers would be locked up in the city garrison's cells, but such national-level matters were to be handled by another part of the military. The warden had no intention of forcibly taking over the work, and simply handed the people over to the military and left.

Chapter 620 Symbolic Interrogation

"Cough cough cough..."

In the dimly lit dungeon, Tessett opened his eyes. The pain in his waist and lungs made him cough. He raised his hand to try to press on the wound, only to find that the external wound had healed, but the bones and internal organs had not healed or returned to their original positions.

The men of Dover treated his external injuries, assuring him he wouldn't die, but deliberately left the broken bones and pierced internal organs unrestored, thus increasing his pain and making it difficult for him to even walk.

"Captain, you're awake!"

“Kylo, ​​Noah…”

His subordinates' shouts brought him back to his senses from the pain and distraction. Looking at the two people beside him, a sense of foreboding flashed through his mind: "Where are the others?"

A man and a woman lowered their heads, their expressions a mixture of anger, confusion, and despair. The boy spoke first: "We have been captured by the Dover people. As for the others, they all died gloriously in the battle."

Have you ever attempted suicide?

Tessett's first reaction was to commit suicide so that Dover's men wouldn't find anything, but the fact that his two subordinates didn't choose to kill themselves basically meant that this path was blocked.

"They seem to have used magic to control our actions, placing a restriction on our consciousness, making it impossible for us to commit suicide or harm each other."

Opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, he tried to bite down hard, but the special operations team leader, filled with a death wish, failed to harm himself. He sat up, leaning against the wall, and looked towards the iron gate:

Is there anywhere we can escape to?

"No, we are deep underground, in a dungeon."

There might be someone listening in.

The blonde girl, known as Noah, raised her hand and wrote and drew on Tessette's palm to ensure the secrecy of their communication.

“I was the first to wake up,” said young Kylo. “It’s been about three hours since I woke up. The guards outside brought us food, but they didn’t seem inclined to talk to us.”

The officials and nobles of Dover will certainly not leave them here and forget about them. They will probably send people to interrogate them soon. At that time, they will have to think about how to survive the torture, or even die during the torture.

Looking at the two children in front of her, Tessette was full of apology: "I'm sorry, Noah, Carol, for making you suffer like this."

“We put our lives on the line before we came here, so there’s no need to say anything more, Captain.”

The three men displayed deep affection in the dungeon, but the sound of the door opening shattered the solemn atmosphere. A group of soldiers with serious expressions approached them. Just as Kylo was about to fight back, the excruciating pain and numbness from the electric current caused him to collapse to the ground.

"Don't even think about resisting, or you'll get a terrible electric shock."

The prison guards said something, then grabbed the three men and dragged them out of the cell, throwing them into the first interrogation room.

The interrogator in the first interrogation room was a yawning, middle-aged, balding man. His pot-bellied appearance made him seem like an ordinary, wealthy commoner, with no trace of ruthlessness or murderous intent about him.

"Your names are Noah, Carol, and Tessette, right? Can you tell me where you're from? It'll help you suffer less."

The interrogator pointed at the three men, clearly having overheard their conversation. The three remained silent, while the adjutant, playing the bad cop, slammed his fist on the table and roared:

"Don't think death is a simple matter. Believe me, something far more terrifying than death awaits you!"

"Come on if you dare, it's just those torture methods."

Noah struck a pose as if she were about to be executed. The interrogator coughed and said, "Well, unfortunately, there are some rules that prohibit doing this to either men or women. So, since we can't break you down in some way, we have no choice but to use torture."

"However, I don't really like bloodshed. How about this, tell me why you hate His Majesty Imperius so much. Is that not enough? Maybe I'll let you go after hearing your story?"

After wasting a lot of breath and trying to persuade them for more than 30 minutes, they still seemed unwilling to say anything.

The interrogator and his adjutant exchanged glances. The adjutant, who had previously played the good cop, had lost his angry expression and sighed deeply: "Alright, don't blame me for not warning you, what you're about to experience will be worse than death."

"Hurry up, my dear adjutant, our commander is already waiting."

To the three vandals' surprise, the interrogator showed no intention of harming them. He raised his hand and spoke to his adjutant, who then turned and opened the cell door, calling over several soldiers.

When the guards heard that they had no answers, they shuddered and looked at the three vandals with pity.

“You know what,” the interrogator sighed again, “there were more than just the three of you captured alive, but you were on a bombing mission, so you obviously knew more, which is why you were sent here.”