Chapter 53: It's... Him?

Seeing that Camus seemed to have guessed something, Lys said no more; in any case, he was a dead man today.

"Go ahead and speak, you are a clever man as well."

Realizing that he had provoked a terrifying enemy and was facing a situation with zero chance of survival, Camus smiled bitterly and shook his head. He couldn't even be bothered to care why Lys already knew the lord's plan and was still asking him for the lord's specific identity.

"Is it that you don't want to speak, or that you cannot speak?"

Lys looked at Camus with interest and asked directly.

It was a pity that he didn't know any relevant necromantic spells, otherwise, he could have just pulled out his soul and interrogated him.

Camus seemed utterly crushed and demoralized by Lys's words, nodding in utter despair.

It seemed to be the second case. Was it a priest's vow of discretion or a mage's seal of secrecy?

Regardless of which one it was, it was the power of Gold-tier, something his current self could not forcefully break through!

However, he could try a clever approach...

"Is the person who ordered you King Morton Feis?"

Camus shook his head.

It works!

Lys's eyes lit up. It seemed that the restriction on Camus only forbade him from revealing certain specific information, rather than a broad restriction prohibiting the disclosure of everything related to it.

Even with a weaker restriction, obtaining the desired information still required a few tricks.

"Is it Duke Hard?"

Head shake.

"Is it Duke Ram?"

Head shake.

"Is it the Kingdom's First or Second Army Commander, Tred Melvian?"

Head shake.

"Is it the President of the First Chamber of Commerce, the Feis Chamber of Commerce, Krosia Lacey?"

Head shake.

......

Lys rubbed his temples. Although Camus had suffered a massive blow and was deeply depressed to the point of being quite cooperative, none of the big figures he could think of were the one.

Don't rush, don't rush.

Think carefully.

Whom else had he missed?

Lys paced back and forth in the laboratory, pondering which other high-ranking figures in the kingdom might be suspects.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Lys's mind. He immediately turned his head and asked Camus:

"Is it the Second Prince, Yatrian Feis?"

Camus, who had been shaking his head continuously, instantly stiffened his body, staring motionlessly at Lys.

Seeing Camus like this, Lys's gaze narrowed, and he already knew the answer he wanted.

Yatrian Feis!

The image of a solemn middle-aged man with blond hair and a majestic appearance surfaced in Lys's mind.

Correct!

That could explain it. He had sufficient power and status to influence various factions within Feis, concentrate forces to procure all kinds of supplies, sway the kingdom's policies, and plot to ignite a war!

In his past life, Lys had known of this person. As the most outstanding and popular crown prince of the kingdom at the time, he played an important role in the subsequent full-scale war across the Fanol Continent.

Therefore, when Princess Blood Rose, Taya Feis, later burst onto the scene and inherited the throne, it caused a massive commotion, and many people found it utterly incomprehensible.

However, once Taya Feis demonstrated her legendary-tier warrior strength, all the gossip and skepticism vanished overnight.

In this world, strength is everything!

As an extremely rare legendary-tier powerhouse born from noble lineage, this was no longer a matter of Taya needing the position of King of Feis.

Rather, the entire Kingdom of Feis needed Taya to become its Queen!

Yet, a new doubt arose in Lys's mind.

Why would Yatrian Feis do these things?

If his clandestine plotting to assassinate nobles were exposed, it would be no small matter.

He would be abandoned by the entire noble class!

Could it be......

Therefore, as long as he isn't discovered, it's fine?

He truly never expected that someone who appeared so upright would resort to such a risky and unorthodox method.

Lys looked up at the gloomy-faced Camus and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say? I'll give you time."

Camus opened his mouth, let out a bitter laugh, and swallowed the words begging for mercy.

They were both clever men; Camus naturally knew that Lys would never let him walk out of here alive.

After all, he truly knew Lys's trump card now.

Yet the price was his own life!

How could someone like him, usually so cautious, fall into the hands of a deep-thinking person like Lys?

It seemed that after pledging his loyalty to the lord, he had lost his previous caution and patience in handling matters!

A deep bitterness welled up inside Camus's heart. Thinking about it now was useless.

Lord Yatrian, it seems you really chose the wrong person!

Seeing that Camus had nothing more to say, Lys couldn't be bothered to waste any more breath on him and began chanting an incantation.

Third-circle spell: [Ray of Death]!

A gray-white ray directly struck Camus, who offered no resistance whatsoever.

He didn't make a sound; his whole body seemed to fall apart, collapsing limply into the chair.

Under the influence of the necromantic energy, his skin turned pale-blue, and his body lost the slightest trace of vitality.

Having killed for the first time since his rebirth, Lys didn't waver in the slightest, as if he were already extremely experienced.

Afterward, Lys cast several Hands of Burning, completely destroying Camus's corpse without leaving a single trace.

Lys had naturally acquired Camus's storage ring long ago, but upon checking it, he found less than a hundred gold coins, a mid-level magic staff, and a bunch of miscellaneous items.

It seemed that in order to target him, Camus had truly emptied all his savings.

Lys didn't care about these spoils; after all, getting the true identity of the mastermind from Camus was already the greatest harvest.

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Geduo Street, Adventure Group Villa

The guards specially dispatched to the location informed Yasen that Lys had suddenly encountered an urgent matter and could not make it today.

Yasen didn't mind; it wasn't an urgent matter anyway, it was just that after communicating with his father, he had some things he wanted to confirm with Lys.

Yasen recalled the scene in his father's study yesterday.

"Father, these are the things that Viscount Lys Kane told me about. I think they are very likely to happen."

Duke Hard, Phoxis Hard—with his head full of white hair, a somewhat aged and gentle face, but still looking very spirited—sat behind a large brown chestnut desk. He didn't look at Yasen, but kept his head down, his left hand toying with an exquisite quill.

It seemed that the tiny patterns on the quill held a unique attraction.

Yasen knew this was his father's little habit when thinking, so he stood quietly to the side and waited.

After a while, the elderly Duke Hard finally seemed to have finished admiring all the patterns on the quill and slowly spoke:

"Yasen, do you think what our Viscount Kane said is true?"

This obviously was not a questioning tone.

Yasen sorted out his thoughts and said: "It should be true. The intelligence I told Lys were all pieces of news I had heard before that seemed completely unrelated. But if we consider the possibility of a war breaking out, then..."

"Hmm."

Phoxis grunted in acknowledgment, though it was unclear whether he agreed with Yasen's view.

In fact, he had also vaguely sensed it. After all, as the leader of the court nobility and the King's confidant, Duke Hard could see far more than Yasen and Lys combined.

The problem, however, was: exactly who wanted to touch this hot potato?