MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King)-Chapter 30 Execute and monitor

  Chapter 30 Execution and Monitoring

   Vincent and an adjutant beside him walked to the group of miners.

   Lightning flashed in the air around him, and the indescribable coercion caused everyone facing him to lower their heads involuntarily, and even a few people almost fell to their knees with weak knees.

   "What about the man who killed the overseer?"

   Vincent asked straight to the point, his voice very calm.

   The headed man answered with trembling trembling.

   "Just... right under the mine."

   "Are you all here yet?"

   "About half of them are not there..."

   "What about those people?"

   "The magic caster opened a portal and let them run away."

   At this moment, under the strong pressure of this master-level magic caster, all the countermeasures that the miners had negotiated before had forgotten before speaking. Basically, what the other party asked, they answered truthfully.

  Vincent pondered for a moment, then said to the adjutant beside him.

   "Take them to the dungeon and lock them up first."

   But the adjutant beside him shook his head.

   "The duke had instructed before he came here that according to the mine riot plan, the black thorn regulations will be implemented here."

   Vincent looked at the adjutant and said with the same tone.

   "According to what I said, take it into the dungeon of the Rose Palace first and lock it up. I will talk about the Duke's side."

The adjutant    hesitated for a long time, and finally lowered his head slightly and replied.

   "Yes, at your command"

   Then he raised his head and asked.

   "What should the heretic mages under the mine do?"

  Vincent's hand opened a deep crack that shone with electric light, and he took out an ebony staff inlaid with blue gems.

   "I'm going down alone."

   He held the staff and said.

"why?"

The adjutant    asked slightly surprised.

"The miners just said that the other party opened the portal to let the rest of them run away. If there are too many people going down and the other party finds it difficult to resist, he can open the portal again and run away. And the mine is small and it is not easy to escape. It is suitable for the formation of the Black Guards of Thorns, but too many people are a burden."

   said that the blue gem on the staff in his hand was lit up, and circles of ripples that stirred the deformation of the space spread out from above.

The adjutant    glanced at the ebony staff with some envy. He and Vincent are both magic singers with the numerology constellation as the Sage seat. Vincent's magic agent made of void crystals is absolutely the dream of all major thunder and lightning magicians.

   "If there is a problem, I will contact you immediately through space magic."

  Vincent left this sentence at the end, and walked into the depths of the mine without looking back.

The adjutant    bowed slightly towards his back.

   "Good luck to you."

   When his back completely disappeared into the depths of the mine, the adjutant, who had always been humble before, suddenly straightened his back, his face showing a mixture of sarcasm and regret.

   But this expression was fleeting, he turned and called a mage with a gold rose emblem embroidered on his robe.

   "You go back and inform the Duke that Master Vincent's choice is as he predicted."

   The man nodded, then looked at the miners surrounded by the Black Guards of Thorns and asked.

   "Then why didn't these people do anything and go to the dungeon as Master Vincent said?"

   A smile appeared on the adjutant's face, he shook his head and said.

"Do not."

   Immediately he raised the volume.

   "Enforce the Blackthorn Ordinance."

   His voice was neither loud nor low, just enough for the black armor guards to hear him.

   Then, the sound of screams and blood splashing could be heard incessantly.

  …

   "Speaking of which, I always wanted to ask, why did you appear in the Silver Stream Mine that day?"

Cass was wearing a black cloak and stood in the alley opposite an enchanting shop. His face was hidden under the hood of the cloak. on the wall.

   At this moment, he was taking a sip of a bottle of berry wine to ward off the cold, while his eyes kept staring at the enchanting shop not far away.

   A witch named Liz sat on his shoulders, playing with the thread on the cloak and tying it with knots.

   Hearing Cass' question, the movements in her hands slowed down a bit.

   Previously, in his communication with Liz, he had learned that a witch is an extraordinary creature that needs to live by ambiguity and mystery. Fog, forest, dawn, dusk, dream... They can only be supplemented by magic in places with those ambiguous elements.

   Correspondingly, witches hate all places with specific rules, such as the Silver Stream Mine, which is close to the company's prototype, they will never come close.

"Ah, I don't know. I remember that I fell asleep in the forest that day. When I woke up, I found it was foggy, and then I flew to the Silver Stream Mine. Eh, speaking of that day Is there fog in the mine?"

   Liz said, holding up the crooked bow she tied with thread ends, with a disgusting expression on her face.

   "I didn't pay attention after I went down to the mine with my teammates, but is it foggy in the mine too, or did someone deliberately arrange this?"

  Kas asked with a frown, but Liz didn't answer his question, but continued to bury her head in the bow.

   Cass sighed, a witch like a creature seems to be like that. They are born out of ambiguity, so they are not motivated by anything that needs to be analyzed logically. It is natural for them to do things according to their mood. Even whether they can use magic or not, the effect of using it will change according to the change of mood.

At this moment, the door of the    enchanting shop was opened from the inside, and a man and a woman walked out, both of them wearing the uniforms of the University of Austria.

   The woman looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, and was looking at the simple pendant in her hand with a puzzled face, while the man, probably in his early twenties, was saying something to her with a smile and a genial smile.

   Cass, who had planned to ask more questions, lightly patted Liz on the head.

  Liz came back to her senses, she put down the bow, and a faint purple light lit up in her eyes.

   "Yes, it's that man. I just saw a parasitic aura on him before."

   She pointed at the smiling young man.

   "This time he's really a magic caster, what about the woman next to him?"

   "There is no trace of parasitism, but it looks like the two of them are classmates? I suggest you wait until the two of them are separated before going there, otherwise the explanation is unclear."

   Liz suggested.

   "If I don't follow me, I'm afraid that girl will be parasitized tonight."

  Kas said and tied the greatsword to his back.

   "As usual, you go back to the wooden house and wait for me."

"no."

  Liz suddenly flew in front of Cass, she stopped the man and said.

   "The host this time is a magic caster. I will accompany you there so that if something goes wrong, I can save you."

   Cass was silent for a while, and when the two were about to walk away, he nodded lightly.

   (end of this chapter)