Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

Reji pulled back his distant thoughts and approached the house. Before he could push the door open, Trite, who was anxious as if he had heard footsteps, rushed out directly.

Seeing Reji return, Trite no longer looked at him like a villain, but rather as if he had seen his own father.

"Lord Reji! Quick! Let's run away!"

"Run? What's wrong? Aren't we waiting for the Governor to come? We still have to deliver the goods." Reji pretended to be unaware and teased Trite a little.

Hearing this, Trite was sweating crazily.

"My lord! Big brother! Brother! Forget about the Governor! They're all monsters! They're all heretics!

Forget about the goods, let's go, let's leave now! If we don't leave now, it will be too late!!"

It could be seen that Trite was really deeply affected by the nightmare Reji had given him. He was so anxious that he changed his way of addressing Reji several times.

"That won't do. If we just leave like this, won't my trip here be in vain?"

Seeing Reji still shaking his head with a smile, Trite was about to cry. If he didn't want to cling to Reji's leg, he would have run away alone long ago. Just as Trite was about to tell Reji about the worms in his dream to make him realize the seriousness of the situation, Reji, seeing this, stopped teasing Trite and directly took something out from his bosom and placed it in front of Trite.

Clang!

The Governor's dark gold mask collided with the tabletop, making a dull sound. At first, Trite didn't pay much attention. What was more important than running away? But just a glance from the corner of his eye made Trite's eyes widen.

"This... this mask!?"

How could he not recognize the Governor's mask? On the contrary, after experiencing the nightmare, he had an even deeper impression of it. Trite, of course, also knew that the mask was a symbol of identity for the Governor. Even when sleeping, he had to wear it. But now, how could it...

Trite's first reaction was, could it be that Reji's true identity was actually the Governor!?

No, that's not right.

Impossible.

Moreover, the Governor would not take off his mask, let alone throw it on the table so casually.

So, could it be...

After realizing that possibility, Trite's eyes widened even more. He opened his mouth, but was so shocked that he couldn't make a sound for a moment.

Could it be that this man had gone out just now to... to deal with the Governor?

"How about it? Is this goods valuable or not?"

"What exactly do you want..." Trite asked cautiously, holding his breath.

Reji picked up the mask and played with it, casually saying, "As my subordinate, follow me to the Upper Senate. We're going to do something big."

Hearing Reji's words, Trite almost fainted.

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It turned out that robbing me was just a detour, a stepping stone. What this villain really wanted to rob was... the Upper Senate!?

"No, no, my lord, it's not enough. We need goods, real goods. Otherwise, even if you wear the mask, you won't be able to pass the inspection. I think we should just..."

Before Trite could finish speaking, Reji waved his hand behind him. Then Trite saw a little girl walk up to them.

Who was this?

Seeing Trite's confused look, Lulu, without Reji's saying anything, opened her still immature hands and quickly chanted a spell at Trite.

Surging magical power burst out from the girl's body. Lulu's eyes flashed with arcane light. The next moment, Trite felt covered by a powerful gravitational force, unable to move an inch.

Human Paralysis Spell!

Fourth-tier spell!???

Trite was dumbfounded. He had lived for more than twenty years and had not even touched the threshold of fourth-tier spells. Yet this girl, who was probably only about ten years old, could chant at lightning speed and paralyze him? A ten-year-old archmage!?

At this moment, Reji got up, came to Trite's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

"How about it? With this and this... is it enough to do something big in the Upper Senate?"

The Governor's mask provided the location coordinates, allowing them to infiltrate from the inside.

And this ten-year-old archmage girl, as a hidden trump card, could pretend to be their goods, but in reality, she was a bomb sent into the interior.

"Enough! More than enough!" Trite said, trembling.

Now he only had one question left.

"My lord, wh... who exactly are..."

Killing a Governor like it was nothing, and being able to cultivate such a terrifyingly abnormal little girl as a subordinate, Trite now really wanted to know who Reji was.

And why was he so obsessed with the Upper Senate?

Actually, Reji didn't need to answer him.

But after thinking about it, Reji suddenly discovered something interesting.

He smiled, then patted Trite on the shoulder again and said two simple words: "Demon King."

Demon... Demon King!?

Trite was stunned at first, then immediately gasped.

He searched his memory and indeed found something.

In the Upper Senate of the Mage Nation, there seemed to be a traitor who had once issued a wanted order to capture an escaped criminal.

And that criminal, along with a group of other black sorcerers, had escaped to the Syndicate and became a tyrant there.

Those people called themselves...

The Death Heralds!

And the leader of these black sorcerers who had defected from the Upper Senate, if Trite remembered correctly, was the one who called himself the Demon King!

The Demon King of Mages!

No wonder!

Everything suddenly made sense to Trite.

This... this was the Demon King coming back for revenge!

It's just that the image of this Demon King seemed a bit different from the short and ugly old man depicted on the wanted poster back then.

But Trite didn't mind.

After all, it was common for the picture on the wanted poster to be vastly different from reality.

After learning Reji's true identity, Trite suddenly lost his fear and felt a bit enlightened.

First, from the previous nightmare's revelation, he knew that the people in the Upper Senate were actually all heretics.

Since the Demon King had defected from them, did that mean the Demon King was actually the good guy?

So now that he was following the Demon King to take revenge, weren't they on the side of justice? The script they were holding was not that of villains, but clearly the plot of a hero's return!

If they succeeded, wouldn't he be equivalent to a founding hero of the nation!?

Even if he wasn't a hero, at least he would be a named figure who could be recorded in books!

This showed the importance of having a "righteous cause".

Now, although Trite was still afraid, he was more filled with excitement. He was going to follow the righteous Demon King to defeat the evil Upper Senate and bring a bright future to the Mage Nation!

Thinking of this, Trite's hands were trembling with excitement. He now had one last confusion left.

That was...

Why choose him?

Reji didn't answer this. He took Trite, who was ready to follow the "Demon King" and devote himself to the revolutionary cause, to make the final preparations for teleportation.

As the light of the star spirit crystal engulfed them, their figures disappeared from Stoneheim City.

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At the same time, on the other side...

The Court of Judgment.

One of the three great nations.

It was also the nation that Second Prince Danye was responsible for.

Now, Danye, who had lost his usual elegance and demeanor, sat on the cushion in his room, staring at the location of the Mage Nation on the map, his brows tightly furrowed.

However, soon, the sound of urgent knocking came. His female attendant Lana hurriedly ran over and brought the latest news to the Second Prince.

"Prince Danye! There's new information. This is intelligence from the Upper Senate!"

The Mage Nation was under the jurisdiction of his elder brother, the Crown Prince.

But Danye had still planted many informants.

He opened the encrypted spell message and quickly browsed through it. His already tightly furrowed brows, instead of relaxing, seemed to deepen even more, like twisted hemp ropes.

The intelligence in the letter was simple. Trite had been brought into the Upper Senate by the Governor as an attendant.

At first glance, this seemed unremarkable.

Governors would all cultivate some of their own trusted executor subordinates.

But the problem was...

This Trite was a pawn he had manipulated. Trite's executor position was also something he had secretly sold. This person could not possibly be a confidant of any Governor.

Moreover, according to his agreement with the remnant leader of the Old Day's people, Trite should have been killed along with the goods. But why not only was he not dead, but he even seemed to have been promoted?

The Second Prince fell into deep thought.

What exactly had happened in the middle of all this?

He believed that such an anomaly must be inseparable from the Old Day's leader.

But the question was, how did the other party do it?

And...

What exactly did that Old Day's leader want to do?

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The Old Day's leader is Renji.

As you may remember in the previous chapters, the Great Sage said to the Second Prince that Reji is the leader of the Old Day's organization.