Chapter 53: It’s Him?

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: It's Him?

Chapter 53: It Was Him?

William saw that Camus seemed to have guessed something, so he didn't say much. Anyway, he was doomed today.

"Well, spill it. You're a smart person too."

Realizing that he had provoked a terrifying enemy and was facing a situation of certain death, Camus smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He didn't even bother to care about why William knew about the Lord's plan and still wanted to inquire about the Lord's specific identity.

"Do you not want to say, or can't you bring yourself to say it?"

William, intrigued, scrutinized Camus and asked directly.

Unfortunately, he didn't know any relevant necromantic spells; otherwise, he would have directly extracted his soul for questioning.

Camus seemed utterly despondent from William's blows and nodded listlessly.

It seems to be the latter. I wonder if it's the priest's cautious speech discipline or the mage's secrecy seal? Regardless of which, they are both golden-level powers, not something I can forcibly break through now!

But I can try a clever approach.

"Was it King Morton Fis who ordered you?"

Camus shook his head.

Good!

William's eyes lit up. It seemed that the restrictions on Camus only prohibited him from revealing certain specific information, rather than a broad prohibition on disclosing anything related to it.

But even with a weaker restriction, obtaining the desired information would require some cunning.

"Was it Duke Harold?"

Shake of the head.

"Was it Duke Ram?"

Shake of the head.

"Was it Commander Traelid Milvian of the First and Second Armies of the Kingdom?"

Shake of the head.

"Was it Crocia Lacy, President of the First Chamber of Commerce Fis Chamber of Commerce?"

Shake of the head.

William rubbed his temples. Although Camus was quite cooperative due to being greatly disheartened, none of the prominent figures he had thought of were the one.

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Think carefully.

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

Seeing that Camus had nothing more to say, William didn't bother to waste any more words with him and began to chant a spell.

Third circle spell "Death Ray"!

A gray-white beam directly hit Camus, who was completely defenseless.

He didn't make a sound, and his whole body seemed to collapse, slumping onto the chair as if he had turned to mush.

His skin turned pale under the influence of necrotic energy, and his body lost any trace of vitality.

William, who killed someone for the first time after being reborn, didn't show the slightest hesitation, as if he were already very skilled.

Afterwards, William cast several fire spells to completely destroy Camus's body, leaving no trace behind.

William had naturally already taken Camus's storage ring, but upon inspecting it, he found less than a hundred gold coins and a mid-level staff, along with some miscellaneous items.

It seemed that, to target him, Camus had really emptied all his savings.

William didn't care about these spoils of war. After all, being able to get the true identity of the mastermind from Camus was the biggest gain.

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Gedo Street, Adventurers' Villa

The specially dispatched guard informed Jason that William suddenly had urgent matters and couldn't come today.

Jason didn't mind; it wasn't anything urgent anyway. After discussing matters with his father, there were still some things he wanted to confirm with William.

Jason remembered the scene in his father's study from yesterday.

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

Duke Harold, with his white hair and a face that looked somewhat old and gentle, but still very spirited, sat behind a large chestnut wood desk, not looking at Jason, but rather bowing his head, toying with an exquisite goose feather pen.

It seemed that the fine lines on the goose feather pen had a unique attraction.

Jason knew this was his father's habit when thinking, so he stood silently aside, waiting.

After a while, it seemed that the elderly Duke Harold finally appreciated all the patterns on the goose feather pen, and then slowly spoke:

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

This was clearly not a questioning tone.

Jason organized his thoughts and said, "It should be true. The intelligence I told William, all of it was information I had heard before but seemed unrelated. But if we consider the possibility of war erupting, then..."

"Mm."

Harold responded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Jason's view.

Actually, he vaguely sensed something. After all, as the leader of the court nobility and the king's confidant, Duke Harold could see much more than Jason and William combined.

But the question was, who would want to touch this hot potato?