As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"Ms. Hannah, may I ask, what is your position in the Witch's Swamp?"

"—I am a member of the Presbyterian Church."

Hannah replied:

"Although it is not a decision-maker, it has one vote... Do you understand? Your Excellency, Special Envoy."

Her manner wasn't rude, but it wasn't exactly friendly either.

"That's easy."

The silver-haired girl nodded and told her findings in detail.

She spoke in detail, and the other party didn't interrupt once, but just listened with flickering eyes.

"You think Udulla betrayed the Witch's Swamp?"

After listening, Hannah thought for a moment and asked:

"Is that right?"

"It's not my turn to draw conclusions on this matter, I'm just telling the information I know."

The silver-haired girl was not stupid, she didn't answer the other party's words directly:

"As for the truth, you can investigate by yourself, I believe you will have a reasonable judgment."

"Hey... If what you said is true, what judgment do you need?"

Hannah said with a "hehe" strange smile:

"All witches who violate the rules are traitors and will be punished most severely."

"Well, although Udulla may have such suspicions, her disciple Ann just followed orders and didn't know the inside story."

The silver-haired girl did not forget to intercede with Ann:

"And she was the one who helped me contact you this time, so it should be regarded as making up for it."

"We will not wrong anyone."

Hannah replied coldly:

"As for how to deal with the two of them, this is a matter within the Witch's Swamp, so I don't need you to worry about it."

She seemed to be a hot-headed person and left quickly.

Seeing her turn into a brown owl and go away, the silver-haired girl felt a little complicated.

"Master, hasn't the problem been solved? Why don't you look very happy."

Xian Ya quietly flew to her side, leaned on her shoulder and asked.

After being separated from his master for so long, the little guy has become somewhat clingy.

"It's not that simple."

The silver-haired girl touched her head, shook her head and sighed:

"The forces behind this incident are too chaotic, and the situation is somewhat unclear. It may not be a good thing for us to intervene rashly this time."

"And Ann... I hope I won't harm her."

Thinking of what the other party said when he left, she couldn't help but worry for An.

But what the other party said was correct, this was an internal matter of others, and he was just an outsider, so there was no room for him to intervene.

"It is said that the White Witch is kind-hearted and loves peace. Why do the people below have such virtues?"

She couldn't help but curse in her heart.

After closing the window, I found that wraith appeared again at some point, floating quietly in the room.

He was staring at her with blood-colored pupils, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It's not a solution to always have such a thing hidden in the house."

The silver-haired girl had a headache and thought:

"But I can't let her go back into the book... I have to find a way to understand her intentions."

Got it!

She suddenly thought of one thing:

——Beside me, isn’t there someone who might understand the language of other races?

"Forrestia, wake up."

She walked to a large box and woke up the doll that was waiting inside.

"..."

The situation of the doll has not changed since she left.

Quietly sat up from the box, looked up at her, as if waiting for an order.

"Do you recognize what that is?"

The silver-haired girl pressed her shoulders and asked, pointing at the wraith floating in the room.

"A soul full of resentment has a moderate risk factor."

The puppet gave a brief answer.

"Then... can you tell her race before she died?"

"Is it a human? Or an elf? Or something else?"

The silver-haired girl continued to ask.

"Unrecognizable."

The puppet shakes its head.

"That's it, then look at these words and see if you agree."

The silver-haired girl grabbed her hand, and wrote on the white palm the words Wraith had drawn.

"I don't know."

The puppet answered.

"...It's over."

The silver-haired girl sank down on the bed.

Looking at her appearance, there was a hint of doubt in the doll's eyes.

But now it doesn't have much thinking ability, and it won't make inquiries without authorization.

"This doll was obtained from Bazel, and the other party will inevitably play some tricks on her."

The silver-haired girl began to think about the solution:

"It's probably not appropriate to ask her to go to Bazel to study now; with Bazel's shrewdness, she will probably think of something."

After thinking for a long time, he finally had to use that stupid method and let the puppet go to Farnes's library to read books by himself, hoping to find some clues.

As for herself, she stayed in the dormitory and stared at the wraith spirit.

Chapter 310 The Sixth "Eye" of Auras

—With this thing, she neither dared to sleep nor dared to attack the memory world.

Due to the lack of effective helpers, there is no way to find others to help monitor;

After all, the strength of Wraiths is so extraordinary that ordinary people can't deal with them at all; while those who are capable of dealing with them are not reliable enough.

"It's impossible to find Bazel, let alone Elek's subordinates, and it's not appropriate to be a strong man like Moses..."

She once again felt that her connections were shallow:

"It would be great if Angelina was here... I don't know if she has returned safely."

Sighing, she had no choice but to take the notebook out from under the pillow again, and began to read the information on it.

The memory world cannot be used casually, but this is a magic notebook after all, and it must have recorded some rare information.

"Auras' prophecy?"

Turning to one of the pages, she saw an interesting title:

"By the way, how did I forget?"

She suddenly realized:

"When I touched the ball of light for the first time, there was a passage that said 'this is the memory fragment of the great prophet Auras'."

——"Prophet" Olas!

"So, the owner of this book is someone who can predict the future?"

Interest was born in her heart.

Looking down, the first prophecy is very shocking, it is about the death of the first magician of mankind-Serinoster.

"—The magician who is the closest to God, and the strongest among human beings, will be killed by his disciples!"

After reading this article, she suddenly felt a little dark.

Jumping up from the chair hastily, he found that the wraith had moved behind him at some point.

But he didn't make a sneak attack, but looked at the notebook with her, the blood-colored pupil exposed was full of sadness.

This is the first time it has shown such eyes.

Seeing her one-eyed eyes, the silver-haired girl suddenly trembled, thinking of something!

"Can you lift your hair up so I can see your other eye?"

She asked Lingling.

"..."