"..."
At this point, Ronald had nothing more to add.
After all, even he, with his copy of the original "Divine Cody," found that many spells were ineffective against these orcs.
The spell system of the original cos from humans.
Possessing great power also ans accepting strict limitations.
Martha’s predicant at the mont can only be blad on their insufficient preparation; they didn’t seize the opportunity to have team mbers try spell effects against the orcs.
"Alright, I understand."
Ronald sighed quickly to gather his wits and actively consulted Martha:
"Anyway, now that the information about Orel leaving has been exposed, we must handle the issue at hand!"
The views of the priest of Holy Catherine were much better:
"The situation may not be as bad as we imagined."
"During the ti in ’Song Forest,’ I have roughly sensed the power of the song they use. Carefully observing the city’s conditions, the ritual required to enter the Holy Capital has not been destroyed by the orcs’ turmoil."
"..."
"The wealth of a society dominated by capitalist production thods is displayed as ’imnse collection of commodities,’ with individual commodities as elental forms. Hence, our research must start with the analysis of commodities..."
Ronald raised his brow and began to recite a spell directly.
In terms of sensing ability, he was not inferior to Martha. But during such critical monts, information obtained via spells was indeed more accurate.
After all, the value collected from the environnt—will not deceive.
Soon, Ronald sighed with relief.
Because, as Martha told him, he indeed sensed the operation of the entire ritual from the environnt at the mont.
After all, it is a large, super-sized ritual built on an entire city.
Even if minor twists in the city can affect it, as long as they do not reach a certain scale, the entire ritual can continue.
"That’s right, the ritual is still ongoing, let’s watch how it evolves."
"As long as this state can hold until daybreak, then we won’t intervene in this upheaval."
Martha nodded in agreent: "I think the sa way."
"..."
On the other side, the orcs unaware of their fate being quietly decided were still debating the Orel incident.
There was definitive evidence of the tied-up duplicate.
The guards who were initially holding the resistance had mostly abandoned the attack, shifting to a defensive stance prioritizing self-protection.
There are three people at the center of the debate over the Orel duplicate.
The leader of the palace guards, the head of the rebel forces, and a representative from the square.
The representative from the square had just finished speaking, summing up the reality he saw:
"Gentlen, I know the situation is special now."
"But no matter whether viewed positively or negatively, Lord Orel’s disappearance is an unavoidable topic. Hence—we first need to understand the truth of the matter, only then can we determine how to clearly position ourselves amidst the upcoming changes."
The leader of the rebel forces almost imdiately responded:
"Even if he returns, my thoughts won’t change."
"The ’Song Forest’ has maintained this appearance for far too long, it’s ti for new reforms to appear in this world."
Upon hearing this, the guard leader glared at the other side.
However, the most important thing to him at the mont was no longer the rebellion before him, so he ignored the words of defiance and directly focused on the representative from the square:
"Gral, I support your idea."
"So where should we go to seek Lord Orel now?"
"With his abilities, he couldn’t possibly disappear without a sound. Moreover, this puppet can act exactly like Lord Orel, connecting with the outsiders who intruded earlier, I believe those fellows can’t escape involvent."
"What, you want to storm into the palace vault?" The rebel leader imdiately mocked, "That place was famously prohibited by Orel. Now even you, a loyal insider, want to breach the laws set by your monarch?"
"For the lord, this is a choice that must be made!" shouted the guard leader, confrontationally, "If the lord wants to punish afterward for this, I am willing to accept such consequences!"
Seeing the contention between the two start to heat up, the representative from the square quickly intervened to diate:
"Gentlen, don’t be hasty."
"We are not completely helpless in the current situation, after all—don’t we still have Mr. Water?"
With that, the three people’s gazes collectively turned to the orc official who was also brought over.
The guard leader was the quickest to act.
He stepped forward, grabbed Water and pulled him to the front, while holding a spear with his right hand, pressing the sharp tip against Water’s soft throat.
"Water, I have never doubted your loyalty to Lord Orel!"
"But now, you need to give us an explanation!"
"..."
The bound orc official remained silent.
He glanced at the guard leader in front of him, then looked at the surrounding orcs observing the scene, but consistently ignored the spear stabbed into his throat.
"Do you think I won’t take action?" The guard leader’s eyes widened in anger.
The spear had already sliced open the orc official’s skin, with blood flowing down his neck to his chest.
"The truth." Perhaps it’s the pain that prompted the orc official to speak, "To learn the truth now may only lead to destruction."
The guard leader roared, "Water, do you think you can evade with this excuse?"
anwhile, the spear continued to press forward, and the sharp tip against the orc official’s neck nearly reached an imdiately fatal spot.
But faced with the furious guard leader and the spear ready to claim his life, Water remained remarkably calm:
"I understand your anger."
"But considering reality, I won’t, and can’t, speak now; otherwise, a real disaster will instantly take away all we have remaining."
The orc official’s uncooperative attitude completely enraged the guard leader, who tightened his grip on the spear to thrust it in:
"You traitor..."
As the guard leader, in a mont of fury, was about to execute Water in public.
The next instant, he discovered his hand was empty.
The blood on the spear was still dripping.
But the Water who was supposed to be there had already been escorted to another spot by a figure.
The ropes binding him were entirely untied.
The wound on his neck, just broken open, was healing at an unbelievable pace.
After the orc official’s injury healed.
Ronald turned around under the eyes of all the orcs and spoke with so helplessness:
"Alright, I knew this wouldn’t be simple."
"Orel’s subjects, I can now offer you two choices."
"One, act as if nothing happened. After today, you’ll naturally have the truth."
"Two..." Saying this, Ronald unsheathed the Sword of Saint Catherine from behind, his expression turning stern, "That is for to imdiately tell you what must be done now!"
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