Capítulo 838: Chapter 7: The Death of Fisher
Given Fisher’s physical condition, in the Northern Realm night where temperatures drop to nearly minus forty degrees, he’s almost certainly dood.
The Death Lord collapsed to his knees, patting his head, crying out,
“Fisher! Fisher! How could you leave like this…? What am I supposed to do now?! Ugh! If you want to kill , just do it, why tornt like this?!”
Kexie Ning sighed, suddenly massaging his temples with a headache. Valentina was still lying within the Wutong Tree, with no idea when she might awaken. When she fully awakens with the Phoenix Body, if she discovers her husband with whom she held the Holy Marriage has already…
She suddenly shuddered with an involuntary chill, her mind in chaos, when she suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the wooden cabin, at the foot of the mountain. Behind her, two slis wearing false skins quickly looked back, only to see several Nali people engraved with magic tattoos below.
“It’s the people from the Nali Overseas Hidden Affairs Bureau, they’ve found this place too…”
“… We should retreat first, discuss with Grandpa what to do next, especially regarding Miss Valentina… And take this fool with us! Stop crying, you’re driving everyone crazy!”
Kexie Ning impatiently arrived behind the Death Lord and gave him a kick. Then, amidst a flash of golden light, all four figures in the cabin twisted and vanished to the sound of a high-spirited song.
By the ti the Nali people arrived under the Empress’s orders to find Fisher, all they found was the ground covered in blood and battle traces, along with Fisher’s shirt drenched in blood and wounds…
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Nali, inside the Golden Palace.
In Elizabeth’s warm office, wearing a golden casual long dress, she was reading the docunts submitted by the ministers. The docunts in her hand clearly spoke of good news, but there wasn’t even a hint of joy on her face.
Perhaps it was the call from Fisher yesterday, or maybe it was the disgusting expression of that junior that kept appearing in her dreams last night, or possibly the slight ominous pangs she felt upon waking this morning…
Elizabeth sighed, rubbing her temples as she leaned back against her chair. She shook her hand, instructing the waiting maid beside her,
“Go, call the head of the Hidden Affairs Bureau to see .”
The maid bowed her head but did not leave imdiately. After a mont of hesitation, she said,
“Your Majesty, the head of the Hidden Affairs Bureau has just returned not long ago.”
Elizabeth’s action paused slightly. She glanced up at the maid in front of her, startling her into kneeling imdiately, afraid her words had offended Elizabeth, and quickly apologized,
“I’ll call him back at once, sorry, Your Majesty, I shouldn’t have spoken out of turn.”
Elizabeth was silent for a mont, but surprisingly shook her head and said gently,
“… No need, I understand your aning, you may go. Just inform if there’s any news.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The maid breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously retreated. Elizabeth, however, didn’t look at her. Instead, she focused on the photograph on the desk of the Griffin Race champion from the Royal College.
The photo bore the emblem of the Royal College, showing Elizabeth in a dress with a radiant smile, leaning against Fisher, who was covered in victory badges. He was young and handso in his suit, reluctantly raising the champion’s trophy at Elizabeth’s urging, leaving behind this precious image with her.
Ti had slipped by so quickly; ten years of ti and hardship seed to vanish in an instant, and she had waited for him for so long.
In the frustration and resentnt of being abandoned by her family and Fisher, she nightly counted her grievances, striving with all her might to bring him back; yet it wasn’t until hearing his near-final apology yesterday, near death, that she realized these things had ceased to matter so much.
What she wanted from the start was to return to the past, to those carefree days of being with him, but bound by fate, they only grew further apart; all her discontent and reluctance seed so trivial compared to Fisher’s impending death…
Elizabeth had always loved Fisher; this was the source of all her fortune and misfortune.
But this ti, if this was the final chance, she was willing to reconcile with herself, let go, even if just to watch him, even if saving him with all her might ant he’d choose another woman, it wouldn’t matter. She just wanted to see him again, to see him healthy and alive…
With these thoughts, her eyes suddenly ached, as if expressing her dissatisfaction, causing Elizabeth to abruptly shut her eyes.
“Your Majesty! The Hidden Affairs Bureau people have arrived!”
“Co in! Is there news of Fisher in the Northern Realm?”
“Yes, Your Majesty…
Silent Elizabeth imdiately stood up upon hearing the maid group’s voice from outside. In her constantly trembling prosthetic eye, seeming as if in anger, her face turned pale as the Hidden Affairs Bureau mber entered and without a word fell to his knees, giving Elizabeth an exceedingly ominous feeling,
“Your Majesty! This morning the overseas Hidden Affairs Bureau mbers set off from McDowell according to your orders, moving towards Luxiang Castle and the Healing Corruption Church there to et the returning Mr. Fisher, but…”
Elizabeth’s cold fingers began to tremble, grasping the table behind her, urgently demanding,
“But what?!”
“However, at a kiloter north of the Healing Corruption Church last night, we found traces of activity from the Witch Research Association and Mr. Fisher. Last night, they engaged in a brutal conflict there, the Witch Research Association mbers chased Mr. Fisher to a cabin halfway up the mountain, where it all ended… The result is, we found Mr. Fisher’s bloodied and damaged white shirt there, along with traces of firearms and magic.”
The kneeling Hidden Affairs Bureau mber dared not look at Elizabeth’s expression, only lowering his head as he continued,
“We haven’t found Mr. Fisher himself, but from investigations, he did not go to any nearby inhabited place through the night. Based on the amount of blood on his clothes, he suffered severe injuries and spent the entire night in the minus forty-degree cold, he is most likely…”
Witch Research Association?
Elizabeth’s mind went blank, suddenly recalling the Kado Cult Organization she used as a pawn in her plan half a year ago, never expecting that half a year later, this disposable pawn would unexpectedly claim the life of the person she loved most…
“No… impossible… go… find… you must find… my Fisher…”
In stunned disbelief, Elizabeth tried to order the Hidden Affairs Bureau to find Fisher again, but unexpectedly, her voice and body seed beyond her control, her face grew pale, and she could no longer stand, leaning against the nearby table, gasping as if struggling to breathe, she still wanted to issue the command.
“Your Majesty!”
The nearby maid’s face changed dramatically, watching Elizabeth, usually so decisive, now rendered unable to stand by a single word from the Hidden Affairs Bureau mber.
In the next mont, in the astonished gazes of everyone, as if her heart was about to stop, Elizabeth’s vision plunged into darkness. She murmured “Fisher” before being overwheld by the blow, collapsing to the ground unconscious.
“Your Majesty!”
“Doctor! Get a doctor!”
“All irrelevant personnel must withdraw imdiately! No one leaves the Golden Palace for now!”
The maids hurriedly surrounded Elizabeth, safeguarding this most esteed Nali figure, expertly restricting the spread of information at once.
As a result, the commotion within the Golden Palace remained well-concealed, as affairs of the Empress were not sothing ordinary Nali could probe into.
They only knew that today, the Nali snowfall was especially heavy.
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