Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1182 - 294: Double Traitors

Chapter 1182: Chapter 294: Double Traitors

"In fact, thirty years ago, I had already joined the Divine Servants as a former follower of Morbis, pretending to follow Danacus," the figure lying on the ground seemed to grow weaker, but he continued to explain nonchalantly, "Theoretically, a member like me in other churches would at most be considered a Pan-believer on the periphery. However, the Divine Servants couldn’t distinguish the authenticity of faith. I only needed to act devout enough, and they gradually accepted me, allowing me to get closer to the core of their church. Eventually, I even became one of the bishops, second only to the three archbishops. I must say, it wasn’t that difficult."

"That’s because you’re not just a Pan-believer," Pannis chuckled lightly, "Betting on both sides, no matter which side wins in the end, you’re the winner. Not a bad plan at all."

"Hahaha, of course, I am a thief from the City of Innocence," the shadow showed no sign of embarrassment; instead, he laughed heartily as if he’d received a compliment, "We’re different from assassins; always siding with the victors is the foundation of a thief’s survival. With such opportunities to bet on both sides, only a fool would pass it up."

"But your ability to hide your identity is indeed astonishing," Pannis sighed helplessly at the shadow’s reaction, "Even at such close range, I still can’t sense the presence of your domain, nor can I detect the power of a demigod on you. No wonder the moribund were deceived, I was deceived too, and even now, to my senses, you are just an ordinary Legendary Rank undead mage."

"Because I am an undead mage, a very ordinary undead mage," the shadow casually flicked a piece of entrails stuck to his arm to the side, mysteriously saying, "At least this body is, as for my real self, hehehe, I’m just a shadow, how could I possibly have a true form?"

"Your appearance has made me realize a lot," Pannis stroked his chin, his expression growing somber, he asked in a low voice, "Lately, you must have been gaining more and more attention from those two, haven’t you? Are you also in charge of collecting external intelligence for the Divine Servants? Tsk tsk, using your identity as the head of Shadow Hand to get access to a lot of confidential information in advance, then revealing the information about us to the Divine Servants so that they can prepare their plans against us in advance, that’s your capital, isn’t it?"

"Who else can gather intelligence like a shadow?" The shadow’s smile broadened, his face earnest as he spoke, "To gain their trust, there’s always a price to pay, right?"

"So, these prices also include some very special things, such as, some of our secrets that we thought were well-hidden?" Pannis glanced back at the door to Between the Rituals, hiding his worry and urgency, and asked calmly, "I suppose for a president who specializes in gathering information like a shadow, digging out some secrets that we think we’ve hidden well isn’t too difficult."

"Hahahaha, that’s just inevitable," the shadow responded with a benign smile, "You are all very strong warriors; even if some secrets are revealed, it won’t have much impact, right? I’m considering your best interests, hahahahaha,"

"Well, thank you very much then for taking such good care of us," Pannis said with a fluctuating expression, "I suppose those ghouls and undead mages outside have already learned about their secrets."

"That I don’t know, maybe they just happen to not know? Hehe, oh, the souls roaming outside, oh, those you call ghouls, are led by a Legendary Rank commander who became famous sixty years ago in the Neville Federation for suppressing a minor rebellion; he’s quite skilled at commanding small-scale team battles and has never failed in several border skirmishes with the Beastmen. I wonder if, with his caution, he will overlook these secrets?" Despite the carnage, the shadow’s blood-stained face still radiated goodwill as he maintained a cheery demeanor, "As for looking after, no need to thank me. Back on the plains, under your care, Elegance lost an identity, and I have always kept this favor in mind; of course, I had to repay you this time."

"Heh, now I understand, it’s because of that," Pannis squinted his eyes thoughtfully and said, "Being rushed by you all this time, and even at this moment not forgetting to repay us, should I feel honored?"

"Don’t be so polite, everything is for the safety of the Yarran World, hahahaha," the shadow said heartily, "The Oracle bestowed by my lord commanded me to coordinate with you from the inside to sabotage their plans. Of course, I don’t need to do much, just to create enough opportunities for you, and I also didn’t know their full plan until yesterday. Thinking it over, this was the only way; I hope my cooperation satisfies you, hahahahaha."

"Satisfied? Of course I am satisfied. Had it not been for your help, I would likely have had to risk using other plans with even lower chances of success to handle the current situation. It was your arrival that allowed us to successfully sabotage their plans, so I will never forget this favor," Pannis said with a stern face. "However, I will also never forget your care for them. After this matter is smoothly resolved, if there’s still an opportunity, I will personally visit the City of Innocence to express my gratitude."

"Hahaha, that would be a great honor." Shadow looked very happy, nodding vigorously. "I will be waiting in the City of Innocence for your thanks. Of course, that’s provided you can find me. Just remember not to mistake someone else for me."

"Hmph, of course." For the first time, Pannis found himself unsure of how to treat Shadow, his assistant. Just as he had said before, without Shadow’s help, he would have probably needed to spend more effort and time to decipher the enemy’s plans, and there was even a great possibility of failure. From this perspective, he must be grateful to Shadow and the deity behind him, but he also harbored deep hatred for Shadow, who had undisguisedly betrayed all of Nellie’s Adventure Team’s information. If things went as expected, the girls were probably in big trouble now, possibly even facing life-threatening dangers. These completely opposing attitudes frustrated Pannis, but facing the enemy, he could only set aside his troubles for the moment and turned to the tense Nora and Darak, who was still pointing at him, and said, "Hearing up to now, you two must understand what has happened."

"No wonder you two always managed to gather the crucial information. You said you had successfully infiltrated the thieves’ guild’s middle ranks, and we actually believed you." Darak’s face turned pale, and his body began to wither slowly; obviously, Danacus’s Divine Grace was no longer sufficient to maintain his normal body, but he still stubbornly asked in a hoarse voice, "It seems the information you provided us before was half true, half false, merely a means to elevate your own position."

"I never use false information as a deception. For people like us, that is the most foolish act, which would only lead to our identities being discovered. Therefore, all the information I gave you was true, albeit sometimes omitting some content," Shadow replied, in worse shape than Darak, but still struggling to speak. "Actually, you have treated us believers quite well. It is because of your attitude that so many former believers of Morbis had joined your ranks, willingly sacrificing everything for you, even the wandering souls, willingly controlled and deceiving themselves, essentially serving you with no resistance. If only your plans had a higher success rate or were a bit more realistic, aimed only at reviving Danacus or even reopening Death’s Gate, without planning to purify the world of the undead, perhaps you would have succeeded by now, and we might have sincerely joined your ranks."

"This is also Yarran World’s fortune; you were simply too greedy, nearly touching the interests of all deities and all beings fundamentally," Pannis said, his gaze lowered. "Now, more than ten deities have provided indirect help to counter your plans. It can be foreseen that if we hadn’t been able to prevent the opening of Death’s Gate, more deities would have joined their ranks. You are making enemies with the entire world."

"This is my lord’s will, and no one can defy it." Darak glanced at the still panicked undead mage from Saming and finally fixed his gaze on Shadow, who was at death’s door, and said in a dry voice, "No wonder you, despite our repeated rejections, actively wanted to join in providing us with the Power of Death for these two attacks."

"Heh, how else could I have successfully completed my lord’s command without entering Between the Rituals?" Shadow’s voice was extremely weak as he waved at Pannis. "I’m leaving first. I’ll be waiting for you guys in the City of Innocence, haha, make sure you don’t miss the chance to visit. But it’s no problem if you fail too. I’ve already received my lord’s promise that after the mission is completed, we will eventually earn the right to enter my lord’s Divine Kingdom, heh, that’s a place filled with natural beauty, untouched by pests..."

"Now it’s just us left," Pannis said, bowing to Shadow’s remaining shattered body. "The way things have turned out, it seems your plans have already failed."

"I have one question I’ve been dying to know," Darak said, now looking like the dried corpse Pannis had seen a century ago. "How did you manage to design this trap right under our noses? We certainly didn’t leave any room for discussion among you."

"Prayer," Pannis sighed, satisfying Darak’s curiosity. "In his prayers, every few moments, he would mix in a word or two with each sentence. Because the pace was too fast and the volume too low, and you were too familiar with the prayers, of course, you didn’t notice, but I heard everything."

"Alright, I understand." Darak also sighed and said softly, "It’s a pity I won’t be able to witness the descent of my lord."

As soon as he finished speaking, the withered Darak quickly turned into a pile of dry dust from the legs up, completely vanishing from the world.