Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 338 Neverwinter Nine open the door!
Behind them were the mansions of the nobles of Neverwinter. Given the status of the city patrol and those gray-robed men, allowing them into the Black Lake District was already a favor. How could they possibly dare to offend the "true masters" of this city?
The idea is reasonable, and the logic is sound, but unfortunately...

Unfortunately, this time the arrival was not from the patrol team or ordinary guards like the Grey Robes. It was the true elite of Neverwinter, the Lord's Guard directly under Lord Nash, led by two of the Nine Guards of Neverwinter, splitting into two to rush towards their respective targets.

"Wait, what do you want? This is Sir Deszel's residence. Who gave you permission to trespass without authorization?"

As the onlookers' eyes widened, a group arrived at the marble gate outside the Deszel mansion, adorned with gilded reliefs. They seized the guards at the gate and pushed it open.

Then I saw the private army captain rushing over.

"Is that so? I have a different opinion." The leader of the group lifted the cloak covering his head to shield him from the cold wind, revealing a youthful and spirited face underneath.

Sir Neville?

The head guard was startled. The arrival of this Ninth Guard of Winter seemed ominous, and something bad must be going on.

The Nine Guards of Neverwinter are more than just protectors; they are an extension of the will of Lord Nash's Lord and are not as easily dealt with as the greyhounds of the past.

"Your Excellency Neville, is there a misunderstanding? Even as the Lord's right-hand man, you have no right to belittle the dignity of someone of noble blood."

Captain Monto, steeling himself, stood in front of the uninvited guest. As a lackey of the nobles, he himself and his family were mostly under the protection of their businesses, leaving him with little choice.

The private guards who were also gritting their teeth and blocking the way were in much the same boat.

Moreover, even as a lord, Nash had an obligation to maintain decorum among the nobles.

Then they saw a figure behind the jazz, shrouded in a magnificent cloak with a dark gold base and silver starlight, slightly raise his head, revealing a subtle curve at the corner of his mouth.

It sounded like a cold laugh, like mockery.

"Fifteen-foot human immobilization!"

It's magic! Oh no!

Montor, who had some knowledge, was greatly alarmed. The other party's actions were completely unexpected. They were actually using magic in the Black Lake District without any scruples, and targeting the noble forces to which he belonged.

These guys, who used to be so aloof, rarely paid any attention to people with noble surnames, but they were always unrelated to them. Why are they like this today?

Shocked, Montor had a thousand thoughts racing through his mind. He tried to step forward to interrupt the other person, but it was too late.

As soon as the incantation ended, nearly ten guards, including Monto, were frozen in place as if bound by invisible puppet strings.

While still conscious, Montau could only try to convey his fear and pleading through his eyes, but unfortunately, no one paid any attention.

"Your Excellency Faras, thank you."

Neville, unfazed by the nod in return, led the way into the courtyard, passing through the open gates and into the mansion ahead.

A similar scene unfolded at the Manuel family manor, with no different outcome. Faced with the combined forces of the city lord's guards and spellcasters, no matter how noble their titles, they were of no use.

Faced with the arrival of these unwelcome guests, the usually haughty lords initially reacted with astonishment, which quickly turned into rage. However, they were then silenced by the soldiers' ruthless suppression and the mages' indifferent gaze, leaving only fear and a sliver of hope. But when the Nine Guards of Neverwinter presented Lord Nash's edict, even that sliver of hope vanished, and as compensation, their inner terror amplified infinitely.

Most members of both families were captured in this operation, while the direct descendants outside were also subjected to divination-based searches.

However, some things still went beyond expectations.

"Except for a few members who are outside, most of them are here, except for that old bald eagle Malthus and that Fandral."

Neville frowned, somewhat annoyed:

“As a clergyman of the Church of the Vigilant, it's normal for Fandral to be absent from the family. The lord will communicate with the temple, but I'm afraid that Malthor…”

Malther Deszel, the current patriarch of the Deszel family, has a sinister face and a sharp tongue. He usually puts on airs and his reputation is terrible, even among the already disreputable nobles.

The two-faced vulture—that was Malthus's nickname in private, one face etched with greed, the other with arrogance.

Logically speaking, someone with such a notorious reputation should have been universally condemned, but some rules of the game have no connection to a person's character or reputation.

Despite his arrogance and greed, Malther has made outstanding "achievements" in certain matters, such as checking the Lord of Nash's City and maintaining the power and authority of the council representing the nobles. He is often used as the vanguard for these corrupt people to express their demands, and he doesn't seem to mind this.

As long as the benefits are enough, there's nothing wrong with being the first vicious dog to pounce and tear into the enemy; this old dog has very sharp teeth.

That is precisely why, if this old vulture were to escape, the next thing to face would be the uproar it would cause among the nobility.

This is also what Lord Nash is most worried about. After all, those guys who consider themselves of noble blood don't care what dirty tricks Deszel might have up his sleeve. How novel is that? As if nobody hasn't done it.

Internal strife is one thing, but once someone challenges their so-called aristocratic rules, the counterattack and suppression under the guise of shared hatred will never be measured or magnanimous.

The intricate web of relationships woven from interests and power was enough to make Nashel, as a lord, extremely wary, let alone the chivalrous spirit of ordinary adventurers.

This time, however, they've run into a real brick wall, the kind mixed with adamantine. But if things escalate and cause a major reshuffling of the entire upper class of Neverwinter, it won't be what Nash wants.

"The prophecy is ineffective; the other side has ways to defend against it."

Having just finished the spellcasting ritual, Faras waved away the remaining spiritual energy and frowned as he spoke.

"How about we split up the search, or interrogate those Deszels?"

"That's one way, but please bring a few of their direct descendants to me."

Faras did not reject Neville's proposal, but he clearly had his own approach.

Leaving aside the other guards who were busy searching and interrogating, Faras found a study, took several prisoners who had been brought there, and then dismissed the guards.

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