How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 89 Testing and Seeking Help

Kane and Reed exchanged a glance, immediately stood up, and summoned Gavin and the others to head to the Chamber of Commerce in the Sixth District.

A number of sheriffs had already gathered at the scene. A doctor with a bird's beak was squatting on the ground examining the body. Upon seeing the night watchman's attire, the sheriffs quickly went over to greet him.

Reed explained his purpose, and the sheriff pulled back the white sheet covering the body.

Tessa had a single-handed sword piercing her body, along with several dagger cuts. She died with her eyes wide open, a look of terror still lingering on her face.

"She was silenced because she leaked information."

Kane crouched down to observe carefully, his brow furrowed as he analyzed the situation.

"But something's not right. One wound would have been fatal, but they deliberately created multiple wounds, and there was flesh and blood under the fingernails."

Could this be bait?

He became wary as a series of orderly footsteps approached.

Leading the group was the ranger Bell, whose identity he intended to investigate, dressed in light armor adorned with a gold sword and shield emblem.

Kane never expected that he would stand so openly in front of him.

Several city guards followed him.

"This is the special guard of the ruling council. In name, it is the city guard, but in reality, it is directly under the command of the royal representative."

Reed spoke softly to Kane, who nodded upon hearing this introduction, but his heart grew even heavier.

Bell walked straight up to the group, his gaze landing on Kane, his tone probing:

"Were you the ones who came to question Tessa yesterday?"

"yes,"

Kane answered neither humbly nor arrogantly, and Sienna nodded in agreement.

"Where were you last night?" Bell's gaze swept over the two of them, scrutinizing them.

"I'm at home, and my parents can testify."

Sienna immediately spoke up, while Kane replied calmly, "I'm home alone."

Bale stared intently at Kane, his gaze lingering on the Dead Apostle ring on his hand, his tone suddenly turning cold:

"I know you. It is said that you were once bewitched by a demonic cult."

Did you kill Tessa to eliminate any future threats?

Kane responded calmly:

"If I were to kill her, I wouldn't need a second move at all. The deceased had multiple fatal wounds, so this would be completely unnecessary."

Moreover, I am accustomed to using a curved sword, not a one-handed sword.

Bell glanced at the scimitar at Kane's waist and gestured for a city guard to come forward and take it.

Kane did not resist, and Reed, though frowning, gestured for him not to fight back.

The ruling council's guards are not to be trifled with.

The city guard handed the scimitar to Bell, who examined it repeatedly, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

The scimitar was well-maintained, and there was no fresh blood on the blade, so it was clearly not a murder weapon.

Unbeknownst to him, Kane had used a standard one-handed sword last night, which had already been properly disposed of.

Instead of returning the scimitar, Bell looked up:

"Sorry, it's my duty."

However, I need to examine your upper body—there's flesh and blood under the victim's fingernails, indicating she scratched the killer.

"Sir Bell, even if you have the ruling council backing you, this is still an abuse of power!"

Reed finally couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward to block Kane. Sienna and the others also put their hands on their weapons and confronted the city guards.

Bell looked at everyone with a half-smile: "What? Are you going to protect the suspect?"

"Wait, Reed."

Kane stopped Reed and calmly took off his shirt.

His upper body was spotless, without any scratches or wounds.

The arm that was slashed with a dagger by the hooded man last night has already healed without leaving any trace.

Bell was stunned, his eyes filled with doubt, but he quickly regained his composure and nodded slightly to Kane.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood."

He suddenly stepped forward and handed the scimitar back.

Just as Kane's fingertips touched the hilt of the knife, Bale suddenly pressed down with his wrist, the blade slicing across Kane's forearm, and blood gushed out!

"What are you doing!"

Reed and his men immediately drew their weapons, and the city guards also went on high alert, creating an atmosphere that was about to erupt into conflict.

Kane simply stared coldly at Bale, his expression unchanged.

Bell stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled:

"Some demons disguised as humans have the ability to regenerate flesh and blood, and I have to confirm this."

He handed the scimitar back, which Kane took with a 'cold' expression, without replying.

Bell turned to Reed and smiled apologetically:

"I was being presumptuous. If compensation is needed, the ruling council will take responsibility, and I also apologize to you personally."

He paused, then added.

"In addition, the ruling council wants to issue an arrest warrant for a criminal."

With blond hair and blue eyes, and wielding a one-handed sword and dagger, he is suspected of assaulting the guards of the royal representative.

After saying that, he turned and left with his guards.

Sienna immediately found bandages and carefully bandaged Kane's wounds, saying indignantly:

"Too arrogant! They're just relying on the power of the royal family!"

Kane shook his head, thanked her, and then his gaze returned to Tessa's corpse.

The fear in her eyes seemed to be hinting at something.

He walked up to the lean sheriff and asked, "Have you found any other clues?"

The sheriff shook his head helplessly: "All the clues were provided by Lord Bell. We were only responsible for on-site security and had no say whatsoever."

Kane understood perfectly—Tessa's death was both a cover-up and a trap.

The enemy lost a second-tier wanderer, clearly sensing a threat.

While killing Tessa to silence her, he also used the wanted poster to track down the disguised man.

"What exactly did she give that man in black?"

Kane pondered to himself, then suddenly turned to the sheriff and said:

"Can we go inside the Chamber of Commerce?"

The sheriff nodded in agreement, and Reed asked Kane in a low voice, "Did you find anything?"

"I'm not sure, let's go check it out first."

As Kane spoke, he led the way into the Chamber of Commerce.

The supplies in the store were the same as yesterday, and after searching for a long time, no one found anything unusual.

Kane stopped abruptly as he passed several water tanks, turned to Sienna, and asked, "Does the Sixth District need to buy water?"

Sienna paused for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No need. There's a river outside the city with plenty of water."

Kane nodded, his gaze fixed on the water tank.

……

After nightfall, he returned to the Chamber of Commerce alone, closed the door, and activated his water manipulation technique with his eyes closed.

The water in the tank was slowly churning, and sure enough, something was hidden at the bottom.

He reached in and pulled out a jet-black obsidian dagger, its blade still emitting faint ethereal energy.

As expected... there's something wrong with the royal representative.

Obsidian daggers are essential consumables for many clandestine rituals, and their etheric affinity decreases with each use until they shatter.

The "Stigmata Ritual" of the Nameless Club requires the replacement of these daggers periodically.

Magical materials used in rituals are strictly controlled resources within the kingdom.

The royal family's income and expenditure are controlled by the ruling parliament, and every account is recorded, making it impossible for them to obtain ceremonial props openly and legitimately.

Clearly, Tessa's trading company was his secret channel for collecting ritual materials such as obsidian daggers.

Now that Tessa has lost her usefulness, she was silenced without hesitation.

Kane's fingertips brushed against the cold blade of the dagger, a series of clues connecting in his mind:

Royal representatives, a warlike stance towards the descendants of the Dzab, secret rituals...

His gaze darkened.

He needs allies for this.

"Perhaps... I should visit 'Lady Weaver' again."

……

An unnamed shop in the Alchemy Workshop area.

"Concentrate."

Lady Mist taught:

"First-circle spells are different from tricks; you need to connect to the magic network and use your mind to sense the aether."

Zeya closed her eyes.

Time slowly passed, and she clearly perceived—the "web" formed from ether.

"I... finally felt it."

She slowly chanted the spell, and as the last syllable fell, a handful of clear water appeared out of thin air in her palm.

This means that she has successfully mastered the first step of the water-making technique.

Zeya's face instantly lit up with a joyful smile, and Lady Weaver looked at her, a smile also appearing in her eyes:

"Zeya, congratulations. From now on, you are a formal spellcaster."

"Thank you, teacher," Zeya said, her expression excited.

Lady Weaver patted her head, then turned to look at the figure standing in the corner, her tone carrying a hint of approval:

"You've found me a good student."

Zeya looked at Kane, who had appeared out of nowhere.

She opened her mouth, but a thousand words stuck in her throat, and she didn't know what to say.

"Congratulations, Zeya," Kane said first, his voice gentle.

Zeya nodded happily: "Kane, I can help you now..."

Kane nodded, neither confirming nor denying.

Compared to the enemies he might face, Zeya's abilities are far from sufficient.

Even though she was already a first-tier spellcaster, the strength of a first-tier spellcaster was closely related to the number and proficiency of the spells they mastered.

Zeya is far from enough at present.

But Kane never said these words aloud.

He wouldn't spoil the girl's mood, and Zeya remained immersed in joy.

After a moment, Kane looked at Lady Mistweaver and said, "Madam, may I speak with you alone?"

Zeya was stunned for a moment, but then she understood what was going on and quietly stayed where she was.

After a moment's thought, Ms. Weaving Mist nodded: "Let's go, let's go to the second floor."

The two stood facing each other in the room on the second floor.

"Madam, I need your help," Kane said.

"Help? Kid, what trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?" Mistress Weaver frowned slightly.

Kane shook his head.

"The entire Kingdom of Nord is facing annihilation."

He paused for a moment, then reported on the clues he had uncovered since joining the Night's Watch:

The investigation began with the necromancer Flynn and traced back to the Nameless Club;

The ghouls in the club then lead to the ruling council's "sweep away the drow descendants" plan;

Furthermore, the other side intends to use prisoners to conduct large-scale experiments on Stigmata rituals and plans to form a demon legion in the future.

Kane lowered his eyes, his voice low:

"I think the person who proposed and promoted this experiment... is highly suspicious, and he may also be a member of a demonic cult."

He didn't finish his sentence, but he had already hinted at the identity of the mastermind—the royal representative.

Lady Weaver stood up, her gaze serious: "Are you telling the truth?"

"I have never lied, and I swear on the name of the River Styx."

Kane's gaze was resolute.

Lady Weaver remained silent, her expression shifting several times.

Kane gazed at her, recalling her past trajectory.

On the day the Nord Demon Legion instigated the riot, most of the representatives from other mage towers chose to flee.

Only Lady Mistweaver fought against numerous high-ranking demons single-handedly, covering the civilians' retreat, and ultimately died from exhaustion.

Now, what he needs to do is to expose all these crises in advance.

Lady Weaver remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, her tone carrying a hint of decisiveness:

"I need to cast the second-circle spell Realm of Honesty on you to verify that what you say is true."

Of course, you have the right to refuse.

Kane nodded readily: "I accept."

Lady Mistwoman chanted a spell, and magical light instantly enveloped him.

Under the power of the Realm of Honesty, Kane repeated all the clues again, without concealing anything.

The spell's feedback was spot-on, and Lady Mistweaver's face instantly darkened, becoming extremely grim...