My teacher is a deity.

Chapter 59 The gods never answer

Three days later.

Gem Castle.

Ryan is drinking with Edith.

"So, in the end, Vichy didn't stay and chose to disappear into the underground world?"

"Yes, yes, that's it. How many more times do you need to ask?"

Edith glanced at Ryan, who was lying on the bed with various explosion wounds all over his body.

"So that's how it is. No wonder Harrison suddenly became much weaker back then; it turns out his blessing was destroyed."

Ryan sighed, and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

He picked up a notice, his expression one of utter annoyance.

The Empire was furious about Candice's death.

He was sent several strongly worded documents in succession.

If it weren't for Blood Moon Lord mediating, and Vichy's mysterious mentor leaving a note on the spot, I probably would have already been taken to the Empire.

Even so, the vampire clan is currently in chaos.

Although it is still a unified country in name only, everyone knows that the two grand dukes have already broken off relations.

There was no official declaration, but all the vampire nobles were choosing sides.

Neutrality like his won't last long.

With a helpless sigh, Ryan grabbed the bottle and downed it in one gulp.

"You've just been resuscitated, so drink less."

"So, what happened to Harrison after that?"

"Harrison?"

Ryan pondered, "He suffered severe injuries and even burned his magical portals to escape back to the Night City headquarters, right?"

"You actually failed to kill him?"

Edith complained, "Why is my mentor so weak? Look at other people's mentors, they defeated Candice in no time."

Ryan rolled his eyes, feeling rather helpless as he complained about his heir.

He wasn't that mysterious Shi Qing, so how could he possibly kill a well-prepared mage and divine magic cultivator?

Ryan said:

"Let's get back to the main topic. The princess had already spoken to me about it."

"The Imperial Council has issued a top warrant for Vichy's arrest, offering a bounty of a medium-sized city. The princess can't stop her; Vichy has caused too much trouble."

Edith nodded; this was to be expected.

"Ah, actually she didn't need to run away. She's a princess in her cocoon, born into royalty. With the empire facing a tense war situation, the empire won't risk turning against both grand dukes at the same time."

"Huh? Wait, you said only the Imperial Council has issued a warrant for his arrest?"

Suddenly, Edith noticed something strange about Ryan's words.

"Yes, that's right."

"What about His Majesty the Emperor?"

"The emperor had no objection to this."

Ryan looked out the window at the night, his expression quite complicated.

"Perhaps, as a demigod now trapped on the throne, he has little to say."

For a moment, the room fell silent again, and a feeling of impending storm arose spontaneously.

At that moment, a shadow guard suddenly appeared at the door and whispered something in Edith's ear.

She raised an eyebrow, her expression complex.

"There's one more thing."

"What?"

"We've worked for nothing for twenty years. The entire Gem Vault has been looted, and even your favorite fish monster skeleton collection has been taken by Vishi."

"What?!!"

......

at the same time.

within the empire.

Border fortress, Juyue City.

Hegesius was imprisoned in the courtroom.

His weapons had been completely removed, his hands were handcuffed, and his power was suppressed.

He knew why he was being treated this way.

His unauthorized actions resulted in the loss of one-third of the investigation team's combat strength, and he disobeyed military orders by doing too many outrageous things.

Time is slipping away little by little.

Hegeus closed his eyes, awaiting the final judgment.

thump.

With a heavy sledgehammer, the judge delivered his verdict.

"Hegeusius, do you know your crime?"

Hegeus slowly opened his eyes.

"Justice exists only when someone acts upon it. I know I have sinned, but I will not repent."

"Absurd! Knowing the law and breaking it is an even more serious offense; the sentence is..."

Before the judge could finish speaking, the tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open.

A haughty voice rang out.

Everyone looked at the newcomer, and all were horrified.

"I don't think he's guilty."

"Indulging in evil deeds, pursuing personal gain, and disregarding humanity—the scum of parliament should be the ones put to trial!"

"Hegesius is now under my command. Does anyone have any objections?"

Lorraine Belles said this.

The judge looked troubled; the order he had received from the council was to execute Hegesius!

However, to rival Rowling, at least one member of the royal family would need to vote against her.

But who would suddenly attack from the capital or the border at this time, just to deal with Rowling?

"Since no one has any objections, the meeting is adjourned."

With that, she snapped her fingers, and Hegeus's shackles instantly came off.

A few minutes later, in a reception room.

Hegeus sat upright.

This was the first time he had been received by such a high-ranking person.

"Don't be so nervous. I only asked you to come here to confirm the situation at the time."

"And you did nothing wrong, you don't deserve to be treated unfairly."

Compared to Hegeusius, Rowling appeared extremely generous.

She picked up a dessert and casually asked, "You're in the audience, can you tell who that 'Shi Qing' is?"

Hegeus was taken aback, then shook his head in shame.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm not very knowledgeable and I can't tell at all which god's power the magic he's using is from."

His power doesn't seem to rely on magical circuits; its source is entirely within his body, even more independent than magic itself.

"That's kind of amazing. I thought he was a puppet master."

Rowling's interest was immediately piqued.

The intelligence she had previously received indicated that this mysterious mage had mass-produced a large number of puppet spell templates, suggesting a deep connection with the ancient elves.

But now it seems that its origins may be even more mysterious than she imagined.

She had previously gone to the emperor specifically about this matter.

But the emperor could not give any answer.

Although the emperor ascended to demigod status at a relatively young age for a demigod, in terms of seniority and knowledge, he was a living fossil of the entire empire.

Since even the emperor doesn't know, I guess I'll have to dig deeper.

After all, the emperor is not the only demigod of the law.

Thinking this, Rowling looked at Hegesius.

"You seem disappointed with the Imperial Council?"

"...Yes, Your Highness."

Hercules' eyes immediately dimmed.

"Heh, that's normal. Young people always have a beautiful filter on the law. Just look at it more often and demystify it."

Rowling sighed, "The Imperial Council is a pile of shit. Some people want to use it to water new flowers, some want to use it to disgust others, and some cling to this pile of shit and refuse to let go, hoping to return to the old days."

"The succession of laws is not always smooth sailing; sometimes it even goes backward."

As she spoke, Rowling stood up, her back to Hegeius.

"You're quite good. You have your own principles and aren't far from reaching the fourth rank. Would you be willing to go to the northern front to hone your skills?"

"It's my duty!"

......

Green Valley Underground City, Night City Ruins.

Since that earth-shattering battle, the altar has lost its function.

Some adventurers come here to try their luck, but ultimately end up with nothing.

A few days later, the place was deserted; everyone was either out there doing disaster relief or fighting off monsters.

However, in the dead of night, a faint green light quietly appeared.

The light flickered and shone from the altar.

Those are the eyes of the dragon that was sacrificed.

"Hmm..."

A deep, resonant dragon roar slowly rose into the air.

The green light grew stronger, and in the blink of an eye, moss, trees, and grass covered the entire dragon.

Suddenly, the dragon rekindled its soul fire, and a soul returned from the Eternal Heaven to this body once more.

"Tsk tsk, these little shadow brats really gave me a hard time."

The dragon exhaled a breath and looked at the writing on the altar.

"Azure, azurite."

"The Three-Faced Buddha, the Eternal Lord—who is he? Is he one of those soulless machines?"

The dragon muttered to itself, deep in thought.

But his pursuit of "eternity" went unanswered.

The dragons were used to this; they granted immortality and saved those seeking the elixir from endless suffering, but they never answered.

So the dragon spread its wings and flew north. The Shepherds had chosen a Great Khan, a new battle was about to begin, and perhaps an old grudge was about to be settled.