A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1697: 462 God of Murder’s doppelganger_2

The middle-aged man’s mouth curved into a sneer:

“So I’m giving you a chance, think hard about why the orders we received were to keep an eye on that carriage, instead of intercepting, arresting, or even destroying it.”

“A word of advice, never think you’re smarter than the big shots, they just see more than you do sometimes.”

Weining bit his lip with dissatisfaction but pondered seriously.

“Here’s a hint, the rumor about the Sacred Artifact of the God of Murder originated from an alchemy workshop associated with the Seven Saint Alliance,” said the middle-aged man calmly.

Weining’s eyes flashed with brilliance. He wasn’t a fool; on the contrary, his young age and membership in the Innocent Balance proved his excellence among his peers.

“The owner of the carriage is a wizard of the Alliance?”

“He’s not the originator of the riots in the city but an unclear third-party actor?” Weining mused.

The middle-aged man said lazily,

“That’s about it.”

“The offspring of the God of Murder appeared long before the owner of the carriage came to Canning City. Following the rumor, it seems the latter came for the former.”

“This is simple logic—

If the owner of the carriage wanted to create more chaos in Canning, he could have simply thrown out the rumors about the Sacred Artifact of the God of Murder from the beginning instead of laying so much groundwork.”

“As for his true intent, besides the owner of the carriage himself, perhaps no one else can guess.”

“At least, we can tentatively deem him as a not-so-evil spellcaster.”

A light of realization flashed through Weining’s eyes:

“Because he chose the Old Theater District.”

As a native born and raised in Order City, Weining had an intimate understanding of every major area of the city.

The Old Theater District was the least populated area in Order City.

It once harbored a grand theater and a bustling marketplace.

However, after a terrible fire, many buildings were destroyed, and many innocents perished in the flames, their souls turning into undead attached to the buildings.

Initially, people planned to drive away or purify these undead.

But the Truth Sect issued a different opinion—

They argued that the presence of these undead was also part of the city’s self-balancing order.

They advocated that the natives of Order City should coexist peacefully with these undead, as they were once residents of the city just like them.

This decision faced significant resistance within the city.

But due to the powerful influence of the Truth Sect, it was ultimately implemented.

Since then,

ghosts have haunted the ruins of the Old Theater District after the fire.

But life and death remain separate.

More and more people chose to move away from the area.

It almost became an uninhabited vacuum within Canning City.

Until after the Great Tear.

Only a small fraction was then occupied by external wanderers.

These wanderers also feared the haunted rumors of the Old Theater District and seldom ventured into the ruins.

Beyond that,

the most populated place in the Old Theater District was probably Black River Prison in the north of the ruins.

But the security at Black River Prison was extremely tight,

ordinary people couldn’t get near it.

“He chose the Old Theater District; he might have inadvertently picked a quiet place, or perhaps he wished not to harm more innocents,” added the middle-aged man.

“Either way, it goes against the Frenzy’s principle of ‘must commit murder in crowded places.'”

“So obviously, he is not in cahoots with the real mastermind behind the Frenzy.” Weining nodded.

But immediately,

he revealed a look of confusion:

“But why, then, did he let us see the headless coachman?”

“Wouldn’t that intensify the conflict?”

“I mean, considering the suspected identity of that coachman.”

The middle-aged man reflected:

“There’s another possibility.”

“He’s warning us not to interfere with their actions.”

A look of disbelief crossed Weining’s face again:

“He’s warning us on our own turf?”

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes:

“First of all, this is the Ingram family’s territory, not yours.”

“Secondly, according to my experience, the Ingram family would never admit that coachman was a former city lord, it involves too much…”

“Finally, he is an Alliance Wizard; if it really comes down to the letter of the law, our Truth Sect is the one outside the law, are you really going to reason with those wizards?” Weining bit his lip again.

He glanced at the Air Elemental, who had heard their entire conversation but was still yawning incessantly, and finally fell completely silent.

Five minutes later,

Weining asked doubtfully again:

“So why did the wizard of the Seven Saint Alliance suddenly decide to meddle in our Canning affairs?”

“Who knows?”

The middle-aged man, with an indifferent expression:

“After the Great Tear, so many things have become so unusual, we don’t even know if tomorrow’s sun will rise smoothly, so why bother about other things?”

As he spoke,

The searchlight of the Magic Balloon suddenly swept towards the edge of the Old Theater District.

There,

a large number of elemental creatures were gathering.

It was the Elemental Law Enforcement Team.

They had completely sealed off the borders of the Old Theater District and began setting up more magic traps and surveillance measures.

“Latecomers…”

Weining finally found some sense of superiority after being contradicted all night.