"Yes, Your Eminence, I request punishment," said Reavis, with his head bowed, not daring to look up at the high - ranking pontiff.
The bald pontiff was extremely strict with his subordinates. Every failure would be punished by him. Although no one was seriously injured after the punishment, no one wanted to experience it a second time.
"Punishment can wait. You won't escape it," the bald pontiff waved his hand and said, "Who hurt you?"
"It was a third - order wizard, proficient in the witchcraft of controlling fire. By the way, he should also know lightning - based witchcraft," Reavis recalled and recounted.
"Oh? Proficient in witchcraft of two attributes? Such wizards are quite rare. Fire is one thing, but it's rarely heard that a demon can control lightning!" the bald pontiff thought for a while and said.
Many demons in the abyss can control fire, but the lightning attribute is pure positive energy, and few demons can master the power of lightning.
"Does that person have any characteristics?" the bald pontiff continued to ask.
"I removed his hood, but his face was cursed and covered by a very evil witchcraft tool. I couldn't see his face," Reavis said tremblingly. It was bad enough that he couldn't defeat the enemy, and now he didn't even know what the enemy looked like. He wondered how the pontiff would punish him.
"Oh, right. His robe was very delicate. It seemed to be able to insulate fire, embroidered with gold and silver threads. It wasn't something an ordinary tailor could make," Reavis suddenly remembered and said.
"Oh, a delicate robe..."
The pontiff's face froze. He seemed to think of something. He manipulated the pale - cyan wind to form a pattern in front of Reavis.
"Is it this?"
"Yes, it's exactly this kind of clothing. How do you know, Your Eminence?" Reavis asked in surprise. He had only seen this style of robe once, yet the pontiff also knew it!
"That's not for you to know," the bald pontiff said with a gloomy face. "By the way, post notices all over the city to通缉 this guy."
"Yes, Your Eminence. What name should we write on it?" a white - robed deacon asked.
"Just call him the Evil - faced Man."
After the bishop said it casually, he stood up and said, "Well, you can leave now."
Then he left the meeting hall with a gloomy face.
"The pontiff didn't punish you. You're really lucky!" a white - robed deacon who was watching the fun said with a smile.
"I hope he won't remember it in a few days," Reavis knelt on the ground, deep in thought. What was the significance of that robe? Why was the pontiff so concerned?
The pontiff left the meeting hall with a gloomy face and returned to his office. He picked up a pen and started writing a letter. After finishing the letter, he summoned a deacon.
"Send this to Lady Saint in Northwind City. You must hand it to Lady Saint in person. No one is allowed to see it before then."
After sending the letter, the pontiff sat on the chair with a gloomy face, covering his bald head with both hands. There were very faint, unnoticeable burn marks on his bald head.
...
Early the next morning, new wanted notices were posted all over the streets and alleys of Leon City.
The notice was posted in the most prominent place on the bulletin board. It showed a man in a black robe.
The man's face was extremely hideous, like a devil from hell, and his name also perfectly matched his image.
The Evil - faced Man!
Also on this morning, Horn, who had just gotten up, was happily drinking soup and eating the buns made by old Douglas.
Just as he was enjoying his meal, he saw Enoch running over in a hurry with a notice in his hand, with an expression of wanting to laugh but holding it back.
"Guess what I saw?" Enoch said teasingly.
"Not interested," said Horn, who had slept soundly after several sleepless days and was still a bit groggy.
"Ha! It's this!" Enoch unfolded the crumpled notice in front of Horn.
Oh, a wanted notice, for catching a criminal.
Wait, who was this person drawn on it?
It looked a bit familiar.
...
Pfft!
Horn spat out all the soup in his mouth onto the notice. What was this thing drawn on it? Did this name imply that he was ugly?
Old Douglas strolled over. Enoch quickly put away the notice and sat down to eat. Enoch didn't know that old Douglas was also a wild wizard. He only thought of old Douglas as a kind - hearted old carpenter who had adopted Horn. So he didn't dare to let old Douglas see the notice.
"Hey, you new boy, come and help me. You can't eat for free in my house," old Douglas shouted at Enoch, then said to Horn, "Mrs. Mays' son is a bit injured, so she can't come today. You help me look after the shop."
"Okay, teacher," Horn ignored Enoch's pleading eyes and agreed.
Douglas Carpenter Shop had its own store. It only sold some simple wooden tools or wooden toys for children. These things were purchased from rural carpenters, and each item only cost a few coppers.
Douglas only added one copper to the purchase price and sold them. Because of the low price, the business was quite good. However, after paying Mrs. Mays and the young apprentice who was in charge of purchasing goods twenty coppers a day, there wasn't much profit left. Sometimes, when the business was bad, they even made a loss.
Old Douglas opened this shop to take care of his fellow rural carpenters, not to make money.
The real money - maker for Douglas Carpenter Shop was making high - end wooden furniture. Old Douglas' craftsmanship was very famous throughout Leon City. Even the city lord sometimes asked old Douglas to make furniture for him.
Horn, who was substituting for Mrs. Mays to look after the shop, sat on the stool in the shop, flipping through his notes. He held a pen in his hand and frowned from time to time, deep in thought. The free time during the day was very precious, so Horn used this time to organize his notes.
The highest - level magic he could master now was the three - ring magic. The only three - ring magic he knew was the Fireball Spell. The two - ring magics included the Mist Spell, the Arc Spell, and the Small Fireball Spell. He had mastered the Flamelet, the Lightning Touch, and the Water Flow Spell among the one - ring magics.
It wasn't that these were his limits, but old Douglas had only taught him these. Apart from Douglas, he had no other way to obtain spells.
When Enoch could see the magic circle of his own illusion clearly, it was likely that he would gain another very useful spell.
"What are you looking at?" Just as Horn was deeply engrossed in his study, a clear voice sounded in his ear.
Horn was startled and quickly looked up. It turned out that a little girl about ten years old was standing on tiptoe, trying to look at his notes!
Horn let out a sigh of relief and closed his notes with cold sweat on his forehead. There was a lot of heretical content in his notes. Fortunately, it was just a little girl. If it had been a priest, he might have been exposed. The days of peaceful life had made him careless.
But now the problem was, how did this little girl manage to hide from Horn's perception?