Everyone was suddenly surprised by Cron's statement. Their faces are now wrinkled. Some of them looked worried and started to panic. Most notably, Lady Montana Baldevere. A woman who is persistent, cold, and stubborn, now wrinkles are starting to appear on her beautiful and charming face.
"Aren't you going too far, Cron?" Fairmind replied.
"Besides, we can ask the other alliances for help with this, right?" Scarlett combed her hair. “I guess the other alliances are also starting to think the same as us…. Yeah… fast or… slow?”
“Ah, about that, Scarlett. I was just about to add…. Hm…” Mythril took out another document. “Metroport Society, Moonshed, they both support our cause. I… have also applied for special protection by hiring people from the Bear Fortress. How is it Cron?" Mythril smiled faintly.
Everyone agreed with Mythril's plan, except for Countdime and Camilla who just kept quiet. Almost everyone agreed to Mythril's proposal. As for Lady Baldevere, her face looked unsure.
“Is that your calculation, Mythril?”
“A layered strategy, Cron. If you want… we can extend the additional plans if something goes wron, no?” Mythril nodded affirmatively.
“Someone once said the best teacher is experience. Do you think your ways match with any experience?” Cron still continues to argue.
However…
Mythril was silent for a moment before exploding with more… and more… her statement. Or is it just an excuse?
“It's all about calculations, Cron! Well… experience… in that calculation, then experience will occur?” Mythril replied once again firmly convinced of his proposal, even though what sounded to Cron's ears was a haphazard reply.
Lady Beldevere's face turned even paler. Whereas almost everyone was cheering for Mythril. Camilla looked left and right, her heart was confused about who to choose.
#Tap!
Cron stamped his sword on the floor. Now both hands are resting on the tip of the sword handle. The sound brought a cheer for Mythril mute for a moment.
Suddenly the cell phone in Cron's pocket rang. He looked at his phone for a moment.
“Fine…” Cron narrowed his eyes. “For that stupid proposal of yours, open this page….”
“PledgeOfInsignia. protea”
"Open that website, and refresh it three times."
“Huh? What website is that? Refresh three times? What's that? I never heard of that!?” Mythril protested.
Cron just kept silent, while the other Wraith Sanctum comrades were getting confused. Especially those supporting Mythril's decision.
“Cron… can you explain what website it is?” asked Lady Beldevere pleasantly. Despite her worried face, Cron still wouldn't answer or even look at Lady Beldevere. For Cron, all those foolish actions had made him way more disappointed with this alliance.
Countdime stood. "With all due respect, Beldevere, I can explain to you."
“Y-you know about that, Countdime?” asked Fairmind, his partner.
#Hah… (Sighed)
“That is the official forum of Protea to hunt down those who mess with their rules.” Countdime folded her arms, then pushed up his glasses lightly with his forefinger. “It's hard to believe, but because of the ease of administration and prize disbursement, the forum is joined by almost all alliances, even Bear Fortress. The forum belongs to the number one crime field and… even worse. They… make poor people who kill other people according to the list that the forum provides, become rich people,"
Everyone without exception was shocked to hear that very news fact. Lady Beldevere's eyes widened and her pale face grew even paler with anxiety and regret.
Beldevere spontaneously immediately opened the website, while following the instructions Cron gave. Seeing familiar writings become the top discussion on the website, Mythril started to lose confidence.
Baldevere then clicked the 'Register Bounty' button
1. Montana Beldevere – 1 Pledge Contract
2. Mythril Aurin – 700,000 Mutant Gold bar 5kg
240Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9K2qRMaRfF
Several other members's names were mentioned. Scheme, Stitch, Scarlett, Fairmind, Bonus, all approaching.
#Fuitfuiitt~
“Look at our bounty prices! Very expensive!" Bonus feels amaze.
“I-it doesn't matter, idiot!” Scarlett elbowed the man in the stomach. “Look Lady Baldevere! I-I… don't know how many centuries of work it took to achieve that!”
They, the Wraith Sanctum, were completely shocked, amazed, and fear appeared on each of their faces. However…
“Hey, just a moment…” Scarlet got closer to within an inch of the 72 inch TV monitor. "Please, Beldevere, scroll down again!" Scarlett narrowed her eyes carefully.
Lady Baldevere scrolled through the website.
“W-what are you looking for, Scarlett?”
"Isn't that strange? Countdime and Camilla are not listed…?”
#Klingklong (a bell rang)
“Are-there any guests…? T-that's for sure-”
With a little smile, Mythril used her ability to see beyond outsidegate.
On the contrary…
“Hiiiii!” Mythril shocked and pushed down. It was the first time that everyone saw her face really - really scared. Chills and goosebumps.
Lady Beldevere immediately approached her and tried to calm her down.
“W-what is it, Mythril?”
Mythril pointed shakily at the window, but Beldevere immediately took swift action to see Mythril's terrified face.
"Spectral Space!" Balvedere said aloud and was surrounded by an aura of Tosca green light.
#Prrrrruuuuwww!
All areas of the building are green tosca and very quiet. The Wraith Sanctum Chief had activated spirit field.
“I-I… can only expand to a hundred floors…*Gasp… gasp…!*” Beldevere looked utterly exhausted.
Cron rushed to her and grabbed Belvedere's shoulder. “Make it a thousand floors!”
Cron looked normal and nothing happened, but Balvedare felt a very strong flow of energy.
(T-that's hugeee amount of energy! Who-who- is Cron actually!?) said Beldevere in her mind with complete surprise though that thought soon shifted to the safety of the members' priority. Beldevere repeated the spell.
Meanwhile…
The Wraith Sanctums didn't understand what was really going on.
"Come on, upstairs!" Cron immediately carried Mythril who was now frozen in fear.
#Blassssttttt!!
#Oing, wroof, oing!
The sound of explosions and the screeching of dogs made the members of the Wraith Sanctum confident and kept walking fast following Cron.
#Taptaptap!
They keep running...
The spirit field room looks monotonous. Spirit fields are just static space but are surrounded by ectoplasm so they can be manipulated by magic. The spirit field can be expanded to infinity. Indestructible, and teleportation is only limited to 100 floors.
They are still climbing the ladder…
Until right at the end, there are no more stairs.
#gasp…gasp…
They looked exhausted.
“Tch! They have come for the bounty!” Cron bit his thumb.
"Cron, is there anything we can do to get out of this!?" Countdime was pacing back and forth thinking.
#Miss…~ My beautiful head of the Wraith Sanctum? Where are you~?
#IHIHIHI HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Crazy and threatening voices started to sound faintly. They had probably reached the first floor. But they need access to the spirit field.
#Brrr! Brrr!
Cron's phone rang again. As he looked at his phone's notification, Cron realized that it was a special message.
“MAKE MONTANA BELDEVERE LOOK SO DEAD AND YOU WILL GET TWO GRANTED WISHES FROM ME. BRING THE EVIDENCE, AND COMPLETE THE MISSION.”
-Helix
(Logo Pledge of Honor)
Cron, for the first time under a very, very heavy pressure. The will of his heart did not allow him to do that. Cron had promised his old friend. At least among those promises is…
Get the Wraith Sanctum back on the game wheel.
But the situation is really critical. As a result of stupid and rash statements, with just one greed, the Wraith Sanctum was brought to the worst state. Of course, thinking about that over and over will only make things worse
Cron, really hates this situation.
Meanwhile, the sound of the bounty hunter's footsteps began to sound closer and closer. It wouldn't be surprising if the bounty was so high, then the powerful would have followed suit.
Cron couldn't tell who the bounty hunters were either. What was clear was that using observers or magic of that sort only made things worse. Observers and such magic can trigger energies by which they can calculate the number of floors in Spirit Fields.
The Wraith Sanctum's last line of defense right now was, the bounty hunters not knowing at what floor their bounty was hidden.
Cron smiled faintly but contained a very thick despair, he opened the scabbard of his sword. Cron did not hesitate to point the sword at Beldevere. He opened the scabbard of his sword. Cron did not hesitate to point the sword at Beldevere.
All members of the Wraith Sanctum quickly became a wall for Baldevere. They surrounded Cron.
“SO… WHAT THE MOONSHED WOMAN SAID YESTERDAY WAS TRUE? I JUDGED YOU WRONG, CRON! SINCE WHEN!?" Scheme's enlarged body was a pale turquoise green. "THIS SACRIFICE WILL NOT BE IN VAIN!"
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