The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 894: Volume 28: The Long Spear Plows the Courtyard, - 11: Ambush Killings

Chapter 894: Volume 28: The Long Spear Plows the Courtyard, Chapter 11: Ambush Killings

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Poznan is not at peace right now, although Ebson’s slander at the time of his departure caused me to lose a lot of public support and allowed Komer to gain a firm foothold in Poznan, I still have a highly respected reputation within the Kingdom of Nicosia. There are many nobles in Poznan who are inclined towards me, and I have never given up on maintaining contact with that side. If I could really kill Komer in one fell swoop, the power circle that Komer has worked so hard to establish would collapse overnight. That’s the way it is for a person without the backing of a familial power; losing the person means losing everything.

But to penetrate deep into Poznan and assassinate Komer is also fraught with considerable risk. Now that Komer is still in Poznan, one can imagine that those fellows around him are definitely extremely vigilant, and the fact that these guys were able to penetrate deep into Marco and return successfully shows how powerful they really are.

Zellin hesitated, the thought that emerged in his mind was like an opium poppy filled with fragrance, tempting him. Catch the thief, catch the king, this is an eternal truth. As long as Komer is dealt with, not to mention Poznan, Homer and even the entire Caucasus would be thrown into chaos, and greenhorns like Hoffman and Katya are simply not worth mentioning in front of me; I will be able to smoothly take over all that belongs to Komer. Who could resist such a temptation? Now is the best opportunity while the opponent is in Poznan, the unsettled situation and the relatively unfamiliar environment are good covers for a surprise attack. Once this guy returns to Caucasus, finding such an opportunity again would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Zellin just felt his mouth was so tense it was somewhat bitter, and he didn’t even notice the sweat that was seeping from his forehead; he only felt that the back of his shirt was somewhat sticky. He knew it was the feeling of his undershirt being soaked with sweat, which was quite uncomfortable.

Catch the thief, catch the king. As wonderful as that may sound, it is not so easy to catch a king, and should there be a failure, the consequences would be extremely serious. He believed he had gained some understanding of Komer, a man cold, wise, and full of ambition. Using this kind of ploy to force an opponent into a corner would undoubtedly force the other party to declare war on Galle at all costs. Is Galle ready for this?

Zellin let out a sigh. He knew that it would still be difficult for Galle to face the pressure from Homer alone, adding on Silesia might be somewhat better, but the army of Half-Beastmen and Barbarians were as hard as rocks, his troops had already experienced their valor. Once a true battle broke out, it could turn into a fight to the death, no longer the sluggish stalemate that exists now.

If this opportunity is passed up, Galle would find itself in an awkward situation. After the opponent takes control of Poznan, their strength will expand even further, and to the west, Galle may just become the next Poznan for them. Zellin was certain of this, human greed knows no bounds; when in a position of absolute advantage, no one would give up everything that is obtainable, it seems impossible for any sane person to do so.

One could say that taking this step is also to avoid a greater calamity that Galle might suffer in the future. With this realization, Zellin suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, as if his mind also became much more nimble. Perhaps there is no need to rely on Galle’s power; those mages and Magic Knights from Bohemia might be able to help him solve this problem. And if things do go wrong, he still has room to maneuver.

Maha Gummi looked puzzled. The situation in Poznan City was still relatively calm. Although there were always a few discordant voices, for a territory that has just been conquered, this is quite normal, even so normal that Maha Gummi was a little worried about the possibility of some unexpected events occurring.

The current information seems to confirm this point. The several fellows who showed up in Poznan City clearly come from the west. However, they do not seem to be Galleians, nor do they seem like Nicosians. Their sneaky movements made Maha Gummi very curious about these fellows. They exuded a strong warrior’s aura that couldn’t be hidden, though they tried hard to cover it up, it wasn’t easy to do.

And there were a few others staying on the other side of the city, who, although they did not seem to have any connection with these fellows, Maha Gummi still linked them together. This kind of vague feeling gave Maha Gummi an intuition of an impending crisis. He was still unclear about why these two groups came to Poznan, but Maha Gummi did not want to make any mistakes.

As Maha Gummi contemplated whether any action needed to be taken against these unidentified individuals, these opponents had already started making their preparations quietly.

"Seringe, it seems the information from the Poznan people is not very accurate, eh? We’ve already received changes in their reports twice, and if this continues, we will soon be noticed by our opponents." The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows glanced at his companion maintaining vigilance outside the window and said with some worry, "The opponents are very cautious, and their movements are unpredictable. I wonder if they’ve become suspicious?"

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"I estimate not yet; the situation in Poznan is still not completely stable, and it is to be expected that our opponents would act cautiously. However, I am somewhat worried whether our current power is sufficient to achieve our purpose." The man called Seringe carefully wiped the shining knight’s sword with a velvet cloth, raising the blade slightly until it quivered, creating strange, blurry ripples in the air above and below the blade, with a flash of light running swiftly from the spine to the tip, releasing abruptly.

"Are you worried about Lecler’s Homer Knight Order? It seems to me they are not that close to that guy; Lecler’s relationship with him appears to be very lukewarm," said the man with dense eyebrows, frowning. "I’ve been carefully tracking our opponent’s movements, and there’s hardly any contact with the Homer Knights."

"No, Chilomba, I am not referring to Lecler; I am talking about those few who are always by his side." Seringe shook his head, "That person radiating a bone-chilling aura, those two mages, and that voluptuous woman who is rather abnormal."

"Hm, the one exuding a chilling aura should be someone with a Fighting Qi release ability above average, seems to go by the name of Solonberg, a knight of unknown origin. Those two mages must be Rebry and Mihailovich, one a fallen mage who defected from the Church of Light, the other a Puppet Mage—neither are the type to be taken lightly. As for that woman, I always thought she was his mistress, but surprisingly, he carries with him such a thick long spear, more akin to a Dragon Spear. Could he truly believe she has the potential to become a Dragon Knight?"

"Just these individuals are tricky enough; they seem to be always with our target. To eliminate the target, we have to include them in our considerations. Thankfully, there should have been a Dark Knight as well, but for some reason, he has now disappeared." Seringe exhaled.

"Seringe, we can’t delay any further. I feel we can no longer wait, nor can we fully rely on the Poznan people’s intelligence—they simply can’t grasp our target’s movements. That guy seems more inclined to hide and sleep in the Lord’s Mansion. I’ve approached the Mansion a few times but I could sense a strong Dark barrier there; he really is a Dark Mage of considerable strength," Chilomba inhaled deeply, "The time has come to act."

"Is it very consistent, the time the target comes out in the morning?" Seringe appeared also to be making some decision.

"Well, it’s relatively consistent. The back garden is a certain distance from the central area of the Lord’s Mansion. Of course, for knights and mages, that distance is quite short, but if we can concentrate all our power to deliver a fatal blow to our adversary, the likelihood of achieving our goal is fairly significant," Chilomba analyzed the chances of success carefully.

Standing up and pacing back and forth in the room, Seringe’s knight’s sword seemed to vibrate with his master’s mood, emitting a faint whistling sound—a testament to the Sir Knight’s Fighting Qi level having reached a state of near perfection.

"Well, it seems we must take this risk; Duke Zellin has placed great expectations on us. His Highness The Crown Prince sent us here with instructions to fully follow the orders of Duke Zellin—I did not expect it to be this kind of mission," Seringe sounded somewhat helpless. "I truly worry this might tarnish the reputation of our Bohemian Magic Knight Group."

"Knights adhere to obedience; since His Highness The Crown Prince has already given his instructions, even if the means are slightly improper, our opponents are remnants of darkness—we have no guilt in our hearts," Chilomba said, somewhat reluctantly.

"Yes, light or darkness has little impact on us; we Bohemians are not interested in that, yet the mission must be completed," Seringe huffed solemnly, "Now that we’ve decided, let’s not look back. Inform the other side, and ask the mages from their Mage Guild to coordinate with us. Their task is to intercept any possible reinforcements, tightly sealing off those strong Homer people outside the field until we complete the mission. After the mission is done, release the signal, and everyone should withdraw according to the pre-arranged routes."

"Indeed, we may have to discuss the specifics, as we need to ensure a one-hit kill," Chilomba nodded in agreement. (To be continued. If you wish to find out what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com for more Chapters. Support the author, support authorized reading!)