How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 25 Chewing Raw Meat

The door was gently pushed open.

A short, plain-looking man poked his head in.

His gaze swept over the sleeping figure inside the room.

"It's him."

Without hesitation, he tiptoed inside.

He pulled out a dagger, reached for the blanket, and whispered at the same time:

"Get up, Lord Ethan wants to see you."

But the moment the blanket was pulled back, he froze.

There was no one in the blanket, only a bulging bag.

It's clearly a deliberate charade.

"What?"

The short man's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to turn around, a chilling sensation ran down the back of his neck.

A sharp dagger was already pressed against his throat.

A cold, emotionless voice came from behind:

"Thief, you broke into my room in the middle of the night. Am I entitled to self-defense?"

The short man froze, then obediently released his grip.

With a clatter, the dagger fell to the ground.

He hurriedly explained:

"I mean you no harm! I'm from the Flying Squirrel Merchant Guild, and Lord Ethan wants to see you!"

"prove."

Kane's voice remained indifferent.

"No...no proof."

The short man swallowed hard and forced himself to speak.

"You can ask anyone in the store; they all know me."

Kane slowly sheathed his weapon.

The short man breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes filled with apprehension as he looked at Kane.

He shrugged, his tone becoming arrogant again:

"I have already sent Mr. Ethan's invitation."

"In Nilfgaard, no one can refuse him."

"Okay, let's go."

Kane nodded, and the short man, as if choked, could only lead the way.

The two stepped out of the room, and sure enough, a carriage was parked at the door.

After boarding, the carriage slowly started moving.

In the cramped carriage, the shorter man broke the silence first:

"Mr. Ethan is very generous; he can get you anything you want."

But the prerequisite is that you must obey.

Kane remained noncommittal and closed his eyes to rest.

The short man, finding the situation uninteresting, also shut his mouth.

The carriage traveled all the way to the outskirts of town.

We stopped in front of a white building that was far more impressive than the houses in town.

It is surrounded by walls, and there are several warehouses inside, vaguely resembling a manor.

Kane followed the short man into the innermost three-story building.

The servants and guards along the way were used to the short man and did not stop him at all.

In the largest drawing room, he finally met Mr. Ethan.

A fat, old man.

He sat in a velvet chair that only nobles were entitled to.

He stood on a thick carpet, his expression haughty.

He was surrounded by many subordinates.

The wall behind them was covered with ornaments made of the heads of various monsters.

Goblins, gnomes, kobolds—you name it, they have it.

There were also crossbows, long knives and other weapons hanging nearby.

Beside Ethan stood a two-meter-tall warrior.

He had a hooked nose and sharp, eagle-like eyes.

Kane glanced at it and already knew what was going on:

There is one professional here, and about ten apprentices.

They are mostly melee classes related to thieves and warriors.

"Outsider, tell me your request."

Ethan spoke calmly, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.

Kane placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"I need credentials to enter the war city of Shantar."

"If you need money, I can raise it."

"Hahaha—money?"

Ethan suddenly burst into laughter, but when his laughter stopped abruptly, his expression turned grim.

"The thing I have plenty of is money!"

He looked Kane up and down and asked:

"You're a professional? Tier 1?"

Kane paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

He is actually only level 9, which is 2 levels away from level 11.

But the number of first-tier professionals who died at his hands was already more than just one or two.

Seeing Kane's tacit agreement, Ethan's eyes grew even more satisfied.

He stood up, opened his arms, and spoke in a seductive tone:

"What's the point of going to the city of war?"

"There, ordinary professionals are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs!"

"But in Nilfgaard, you are one of the most powerful people besides Marcus!"

Marcus?

Kane glanced meaningfully at the tall warrior beside him, who remained motionless.

Ethan stepped forward and extended his hand:

"Follow me! Money or women, it's all."

"I can give you anything you want!"

"really?"

Kane looked up, a puzzled expression on his face.

Ethan smiled even more broadly:

"Of course! As long as you're obedient, I'll do anything!"

"What if I want a first-circle spellbook?"

Upon hearing this, Ethan's smile instantly froze on his face.

Anything associated with the spellcaster is extremely valuable.

He even suspected that Kane was mocking him.

"What do you want this for?" Ethan asked irritably.

"I don't think I'm suited to be a wanderer; I want to become a spellcaster."

Ethan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"I don't have it. Even if you get into Shantar, you might not be able to get it."

"No one would entrust a first-circle spell to a stranger."

He secretly thought to himself that this new subordinate he had chosen must be mentally unstable.

Being a spellcaster isn't an easy job.

Ethan patiently tried to persuade Kane a few more times, but Kane remained unmoved.

He remained outwardly respectful, but inwardly he was completely unmoved.

He had no interest in bullying others in this small town.

The only one on the field who could pose a threat to him was Marcus.

The others are not a threat at all.

However, if he were to break off relations at this moment, it would destroy the new identity he had spent time building.

It can be considered a losing proposition.

Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, Ethan's obese face finally showed impatience.

"Help me solve a problem tomorrow."

He said in a deep voice:

"It's all done. I'll give you the certificate right away and send you into Shantar."

"it is good."

Kane agreed.

He then returned to his residence in town by carriage.

After Kane left, Ethan looked at Marcus beside him.

A meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"Marcus, you'll soon be welcoming a new partner."

Marcus remained expressionless and silent.

……

Back in his room, Kane frowned.

It seems there are still hidden dangers in the persona I created.

Their strength was revealed a little too much, which led to Ethan's offer of recruitment.

But he doesn't regret it.

If you don't demonstrate your strength, the process of obtaining credentials will only take longer.

He must get into the city as soon as possible to acquire advanced and secondary professions.

In order to prepare for the possible pursuit by the demon cult.

Having made up his mind, Kane stopped thinking about it and continued practicing his water manipulation techniques.

……

Silent all night.

The following evening, the short man came to the door again and pushed it open:

"The mission has begun, let's go!"

Kane had already gotten ready and got up to follow.

The two continued walking, and the number of pedestrians on the road gradually decreased.

Finally, the two of them drove completely into the remote suburbs.

The destination was an ordinary hunter's cabin.

Kane's eyes flickered slightly.

He remembered this place.

This was the very place where he stole the clothes.

He also remembered that after stealing the clothes, he left the carcass of a deer nearby.

"A father and daughter live here. The father used to be a hunter, but he went missing some time ago."

The short man lowered his voice, his tone sinister.

"Her daughter then stayed indoors and never went out..."

"Master Ethan suspects that she is performing a demonic ritual in the house."

"Your task is to go in and investigate."

"If evidence is found, kill the girl immediately."

Kane did not respond immediately, his gaze sweeping toward the edge of the dark forest beside the cabin.

There, several discreet eyes were watching this side.

He looked away, frowned, and asked:

"Shouldn't this kind of thing be handled by the sheriff?"

"Hand it over to the sheriff? It's useless!"

The short man shook his head.

"That girl is a distant relative of the sheriff."

"Mr. Ethan is worried that the other party will protect her."

"So, just take action directly, and Mr. Ethan will handle the rest."

Not right.

Alarm bells rang in Kane's mind.

But he suppressed his doubts and slowly approached the cabin.

As soon as I walked to the window, I heard a "crunching" chewing sound coming from inside the room.

He peered through the crack in the window.

In the dim candlelight, a girl was lying on the ground, frantically gnawing on raw meat.

The tables and floor inside the room were covered with raw meat.

There were also a few deer bones scattered around.

But that wasn't the most shocking thing for him.

Several bottles of potions were placed beside the fireplace in front of the girl.

"A possession potion from a stigmata ritual? How did it end up here?"

Kane's pupils contracted sharply.

He had personally participated in numerous Stigmata rituals and was extremely familiar with this potion.

Inside the house, the girl continued mechanically gnawing on raw meat.

It was as if he had lost his mind.

"Found it! There's evidence!"

The shorter man came closer and saw the scene inside the room.

His face contorted with excitement as he urged him on.

"Kill her!"

His voice was a little louder, and the chewing sounds in the room stopped instantly.

"Who is it?"

The girl suddenly turned around.

By the moonlight streaming through the window, Kane could see her face clearly.

She had a delicate face and looked to be only about fourteen years old.

But it was covered in blood and grime, with bits of flesh still clinging to the corners of its mouth.

The strangest thing is that her left eye has a vertical pupil!

Is she also a recipient of the Stigmata Ritual?

Kane was surprised, but since things had come to this point, there was no need to pretend anymore.

He pushed open the door and went inside.

Seeing this, the short man followed in with a smile.

The girl was initially alarmed when she saw two strangers barging in.

She instinctively picked up the broom from the corner of the wall.

His gaze quickly hardened and hardened.

"The Flying Squirrel Guild? You turned me into a monster, and now you want to kill me?"

Her voice was choked with sobs, but her eyes were filled with hatred.

"She's talking nonsense!"

The short man shouted immediately.

Kane ignored him.

He simply raised his voice towards the direction of the dark forest.

"Master Ethan, now that you're here, why hide? Come out."

No sooner had he finished speaking than several figures emerged from the forest.

The leader was Ethan, accompanied by two soldiers.

One of them was Marcus, the first-tier professional.

He was clad in heavy armor, wielding a massive shield, yet remained as silent as a mountain.

The other person was Victor, whose gaze toward Kane was complex and difficult to decipher.

Ethan walked in the middle, a fake smile on his face.

His gaze swept over the three people in the room, finally settling on Kane:

"Kane, kill her."

"As soon as you make a move, I will immediately arrange for you to enter the city of war."

Kane looked at him, sighed softly, and slowly raised the knife in his hand.

The girl's eyes instantly filled with fear.

With trembling hands, she picked up a small dagger and gripped it tightly in her hand.

"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."

Kane's voice was very soft.

Ethan and the others wore satisfied smiles.

It's as if I can already see the girl falling down.

Just then, Kane suddenly swung his sword!

Blood splattered everywhere!

"Thump!"

The one who fell was the short man next to Kane!

Kane turned and stood in front of the girl, his gaze turning coldly to the others.

Ethan's face instantly darkened.