Chapter 271: The Sewers

Amisha didn’t doubt Helag’s words. When she had been teaching him to dance, it was clear that he had never learned before.

But the fact that Helag mastered the dance after just one lesson was a testament to his incredible talent.

With his excellent potential as a wizard, his outstanding aptitude as a wizard array master, and his youthful good looks, Amisha found herself more and more impressed with Helag.

Helag, however, sensed the subtle change in Amisha’s gaze and knew this could lead to trouble.

He had dealt with many women before and could tell that Amisha was likely developing feelings for him.

This was problematic.

It wasn’t Amisha herself that worried him, but the complications that came with her powerful Mori family.

Helag had no desire to marry into the Mori family, as it would bring countless headaches.

But given the current situation, it wasn’t like he could just walk away. He would have to handle this delicately and keep his distance in the future.

As the ball continued, Helag kept a respectful distance, holding Amisha’s waist as they danced without crossing any boundaries.

Amisha, on the other hand, leaned closer and closer, until by the end, she was practically resting her entire body against him.

(tln : another hrny slt)

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Beneath Silvermoon City lay a complex network of underground sewers, sprawling like a spider’s web across the entire city.

These sewers were all interconnected, and in theory, one could travel to any part of the city through them.

The only difference was that some parts of the sewer system were maintained, while others were neglected.

The sewers were winding, muddy, dark, and damp.

Six figures hunched low as they quietly moved through the sewers.

The air was filled with the stench of filth, and the ground was covered in foul-smelling sewage mixed with all sorts of waste.

The six people trudged through the sewage without a care, their feet splashing through the muck, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the tunnels.

They didn’t bother to suppress the noise, as no one but the likes of them would ever come down here.

The noble lords and high-ranking wizards would never set foot in such a filthy place.

The six were dressed in rough, tattered clothing, their bodies thin and frail, clearly suffering from long-term malnutrition.

But despite their weak bodies, their eyes burned with determination, even fanaticism.

They were poor folk from the Mozambi slum, people no one cared about.

Their names weren’t even recorded in Silvermoon City’s census. They weren’t counted in the population.

Whether they died of illness or starvation, no one would know, and no one would care.

But there was someone who cared about them—the God they worshipped.

The God had given them a glorious mission, and they were grateful to have been chosen to carry it out.

The group moved cautiously through the tunnels, frequently stopping to check a complicated map before continuing in the right direction.

Eventually, they stopped at a section of the sewer.

They looked up, confirming that they were directly beneath Israel’s estate.

Above ground, the ball was in full swing, music and laughter filling the air.

Below ground, six filthy, emaciated figures crouched in the sewers.

Their faces were resolute, their eyes filled with fervor.

The leader of the group pulled out a blood-red claw, and the six of them bowed their heads, chanting softly.

Above ground, Helag had finished dancing and was now chatting with Amisha by the edge of the dance floor.

Suddenly, Helag frowned. He had noticed the six figures in the sewers.

He had been using Deep Blue’s environmental detection the entire time and had immediately sensed the presence of the six strange individuals.

There were many first-level wizards at the ball, and even a few second-level wizards.

If any of them had activated their magic detection, they would have noticed the unusual activity underground.

But who would think to scan the sewers during a ball?

Helag continued chatting casually with Amisha while keeping a close eye on the movements of the six people below.

When they pulled out the blood-red claw, Helag knew something was wrong.

He could feel a familiar aura emanating from the claw.

It was the aura of the Abyssal Plane.

Helag had visited the Abyssal Plane twice before and was highly attuned to its energy. He immediately recognized the strong Abyssal presence clinging to the blood-red claw.

Realizing the danger these six individuals posed, especially with their low murmurs of prayer, Helag understood the gravity of the situation.

Without delay, Helag approached Israel.

He had to inform Israel of the anomaly. Even though it might seem odd to use magic detection during a ball, it was far better than letting those six complete their ritual.

“Mr. Israel, I’ve noticed something unusual,” Helag whispered as he reached Israel’s side.

Amisha followed, looking puzzled. She had been chatting with Helag the whole time—what could have happened?

“Oh? What’s the unusual situation?” Israel had been smiling and drinking, but seeing the serious expression on Helag’s face, his smile faded.

“I used magic detection just now and found six people lurking in the sewers. Their behavior seems strange…” Helag explained.

Israel immediately activated his own magic detection and quickly confirmed Helag’s findings.

At that moment, the six figures in the sewers had finished their prayers.

Each of them pulled out a sharp object—some had rusty daggers, others had chipped short swords.

“For the God,” they whispered.

With those words, they plunged their weapons into their own hearts.

They collapsed to the ground, and their blood was swiftly absorbed by the blood-red claw.

In an instant, the claw drained all the blood and began to glow with an eerie light.

Israel’s eyes widened. “This is bad! Abyssal cultists!”

He shouted, drawing the attention of everyone at the ball.

Without wasting a second, Israel pulled out a black crystal and slammed it into the ground. A black barrier immediately expanded, covering the entire estate.

“What’s going on, Mr. Israel?” someone asked.

“Abyssal cultists? They’re back? Where are they? I’ll take care of them!” another wizard volunteered, eager to find the threat.

Israel didn’t have time to answer their questions. Instead, he shouted, “Everyone, use your shields, defensive spells, anything you’ve got!”

There was no time to explain, and no way to stop what was happening in the sewers. All Israel could do was shout for everyone to prepare for the worst.