Chapter 1487 The Pursuer’s True Face <TOC> Chapter 1489 Deception
Translator: SumTLMan
The resurrected Knight Reven and Camille were steadily closing in on the trembling Lady Connie.
“Why? My beloved Reven, why… don’t you recognize me, your mother?” Lady Connie’s eyes were filled with sorrow and confusion as she looked at a face she had once deeply loved but now found unrecognizable and sinister.
What was happening?
As Knight Reven stood in front of Lady Connie, raising his longsword high, a sense of despair washed over her at the sight of the icy blade’s gleam.
Just when the sword was about to fall, the rustling sound of a stepped-on leaf came from not far away.
Knight Reven and Camille abruptly turned their heads towards the darkness of the forest. Along with the faint sounds, a wildcat about the size of a leopard leapt out, its back arched, fur bristling, and a growl escaping from its throat.
Camille snorted dismissively, his eyes like two pools of black ink.
Upon meeting his gaze, the feigning-angry wildcat immediately showed submission. With a piercing meow, it bolted deep into the forest.
Neither Camille nor Knight Reven pursued, preferring to finish off Lady Connie first.
However, when they turned back around, they found that Lady Connie had vanished.
Camille was furious, but Knight Reven remained emotionless and pointed to a trail of blood on the ground. Lady Connie was seriously injured and stopping the bleeding in a short period would be difficult; all they had to do was follow the blood trail, and they’d find her.
Sharing a nod, both Camille and Knight Reven dashed forward, disappearing into the abyss of darkness.
Only after they had left did Alex exhale a breath of relief, his face etched with confusion as he looked into the distant darkness: “Why have they been resurrected?”
Not long ago, Alex had personally seen the skull of Knight Reven. How could he possibly have resurrected so suddenly?
Furthermore, a year ago, when Miss Camille was laid to rest, Alex was present at the cemetery. He was well aware that Camille was undeniably dead — utterly lifeless. Just like Knight Reven, all that remained of her was her skull, with its pallid face and terrifying scars, a sight Alex could still vividly recall.
Why had both of these people come back to life?
“Could it be staged deaths? Could those skulls not actually belong to them? If that’s the case, does it mean all those people who supposedly died before might not be dead at all?”
Alex couldn’t find answers. His knowledge was limited, and his memory was incomplete. All he could do was look towards Angel, a figure shrouded in enigmas in his eyes, hoping he might know something.
“They haven’t resurrected. Those two are… ghosts,” Angel hesitated for a moment, then said softly.
When Angel had seen Knight Reven earlier, he had sensed something wrong. Although Angel no longer possessed a physical body, his perception had not been lost. And he distinctly felt that the entity constituting Knight Reven was not flesh and blood, but rather a concentrated force of soul energy.
However, the soul energy that filled them was chaotic and disordered, not ordinary souls but degenerate ghosts.
Yet Angel couldn’t understand. The odds of an ordinary human soul coalescing into a complete entity after death were slim, let alone degrading into a ghost.
What had happened within the brief two days following their deaths?
“Ghosts?” Alex’s eyebrows furrowed even more upon receiving an answer. “So, the pursuers are ghosts? Then it seems we’ve hit another dead end.”
After all, they couldn’t interrogate ghosts.
“That’s not necessarily the case; there might still be a puppeteer behind these ghosts,” Angel added. Unconsciously, he thought of Mandara, who could control ghosts. Some soul-manipulating wizards were, in fact, capable of exerting limited control over ghosts.
“However, whether the puppeteer is someone outside the cage or inside it remains uncertain.”
If the person controlling the ghosts is the creator of this cage, then seeking the truth through this means is rather difficult. But if the person is within the cage, there might still be a chance.
Upon hearing Angel’s words, Alex immediately realized what he meant and turned to Angel: “Go find Lady Connie!”
Before, Alex had needed Lady Connie to leave the Holy City, essentially seeking her own demise to help identify her killer.
Now, however, Alex hopes to ensure Lady Connie stays alive. Because Lady Connie already knows the truth, so if there’s someone controlling ghosts within the cage, they’ll definitely try to make sure she dies. Keeping Lady Connie alive might expose the enemy’s slip-up during their attempts to kill her.
Angel naturally understood Alex’s line of thought and gave him a penetrating look: The person who wanted Lady Connie dead was Alex, and the person who now wants her alive is also him.
This doesn’t mean Alex had a change of heart; on the contrary, keeping Lady Connie alive would make him appear even more cold-blooded.
Angel suddenly felt that prior to losing his memory, Alex might not have been an ordinary human. First, Alex could see beyond the illusions that deceive the eye, which means he is highly sensitive to energy; second, Alex’s behavior and thought processes do not resemble those of a mere mortal but rather someone deeply versed in the rules of the Wizarding World.
Of course, this is just Angel’s speculation. Perhaps Alex is simply a polite demon with unique thoughts; who knows?
Minutes later, guided by Angel, Alex arrived at the base of a cliff.
“Is Lady Connie here?” Alex questioned.
“If my senses are not mistaken, she should be here,” Angel pointed to a pile of weeds. Alex cautiously walked over, moved the weeds aside, and discovered a low stone cave.
The stone cave was incredibly small, its end visible at a single glance. Although the lighting was dim, Alex still spotted Lady Connie in the recess and detected a heavy scent of blood.
Alex gently nudged Lady Connie but received no response. He could see, however, her chest still rising and falling, indicating she had merely fainted. Blood continued to ooze, and even though Lady Connie had tightly bound her arm with her clothing, it was but a stopgap measure. If immediate medical attention wasn’t given, her life would soon be hanging by a thread.
“We can’t move her now; we must first stop Lady Connie’s bleeding,” Alex muttered as he began to rummage through his robes, pulling out an array of vials and jars.
These were medical supplies he’d brought along, originally intended for his own use in case the assailant found and injured him. He hadn’t anticipated that they would be used on Lady Connie instead.
Fearing that the two ghosts were hot on his trail, Alex worked hastily. Even so, he was a beat too slow.
Just as he was about to complete the bandaging, a haunting wail from the ghosts echoed from a distance.
Without hesitation, Alex left Lady Connie, prepared to retreat. At this moment, his own life was obviously more important than saving her.
However, his reflexes were quick but the arrival speed of Knight Reven and Camille was even quicker!
By the time Alex looked up, he found himself just a scant ten meters away from Knight Reven. Moreover, the knight held a longsword tightly in his grip. Given the knight’s prowess, closing the distance and disposing of Alex would be child’s play.
For the first time since losing his memory, Alex felt the acrid whiff of impending doom.
Knight Reven steadily closed in.
Alex’s pupils contracted sharply, his sweat flowing like molten mercury.
When Knight Reven was just a few meters away, Alex had already braced himself for full resistance. However, he suddenly realized that Knight Reven’s gaze was not fixed on him but was instead scanning the area in confusion.
It was as if he couldn’t see Alex at all.
Camille walked over at this point and pointed to the bloodstains on the ground, seemingly conveying a certain message.
Looking down, Alex noticed the blood trail from Lady Connie, who had fled here earlier. The trail strangely curved and extended into the unknown darkness.
Seeing that Knight Reven paid her no attention, Camille scoffed and took the lead, walking into the darkness.
Knight Reven hesitated for a moment before following her.
A lethal crisis was inexplicably defused just like that.
Alex was still somewhat dazed. He suddenly thought of something and turned to Angel beside him, “Mr. Pat, what was that all about?”
“A minor illusion,” Angel casually said. However, he did not elaborate. The spell he had cast was not merely to obstruct the other’s view. It also concealed the ghost’s perception of energy and even masked their scent. This was definitely not a ‘minor illusion’.
Alex let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you, you saved my life.”
“Knight Reven earlier had an extraordinary sense of perception. He might have noticed something amiss. Act quickly on whatever you need to do before he catches on.”
Alex nodded and quickly walked into the cave to finish tending to unaddressed issues with stopping the bleeding.
Not long after, Alex emerged carrying Lady Connie on his back. “We’re mostly good for now. Once we find a safe location, I’ll stitch up her wounds.”
“We should go; I sense that Knight Reven is already on his way back.”
Alex nodded, carrying Lady Connie as he hurriedly descended the mountain.
Minutes after they had left, Knight Reven arrived at the mouth of the cave. Seeing the cave awash in fresh blood and recalling how the trail of blood he and Camille had been following had suddenly vanished, he instantly realized that their chase had been a diversion — Lady Connie had been hiding here all along!
Knight Reven immediately emitted an odd vibration, drawing Camille to him.
Seeing this, the two ghosts didn’t hesitate and rushed in the direction downhill.
However, under Angel’s guidance, Alex was getting further and further away from Knight Reven and Camille…
Chapter 1487 The Pursuer’s True Face <TOC> Chapter 1489 Deception