Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 339 Enchantment Magic is Forbidden, But It's Impermissible
He looked at the "masters" and "madams" who were bound hand and foot, sighed softly, then moved his lips and looked up at them again, his eyes now deep and unfathomable.

The Deszels, whose eyes were originally filled with fear and confusion, saw the mage's gaze and were about to try their best to avoid and resist it, but under the drive of an indescribable force, they slowly and firmly turned their necks to meet it.

The moment their eyes met, it felt as if a million strange and wonderful things were emanating from the monk's pupils, and the instant they looked at each other felt like a hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Everything that followed was like a dream.

"Take all these guys away."

Having finished his business, Faras gave an order, and the soldiers guarding the door obeyed. Neville, seeing the mage emerge, also approached.

"The young men are still figuring things out and investigating. The guys being interrogated are all stammering, so we can't just use torture. Have you found anything?"

"follow me."

Faras nodded, paced around and turned, with Neville calling a few of his confidants to follow behind.

They remained silent throughout the journey, and Neville refrained from asking about the interrogation process and methods used by the other party.

The spellcaster's methods are numerous and bizarre. Judging from the fact that the other party dismissed everyone else and that the group of Deszels remained unconscious afterward, it was probably not a gentle approach.

Generally speaking, spellcasters don't care much about the nobility and face of nobles. However, since the other party is an important part of secular power, they do have some influence and may have some value to them.

Therefore, there are some tacit understandings and unspoken rules between mages and nobles when it is not necessary, such as enchanting spells.

Enchantment spells like Dominate and Charm are truly formidable. Ordinary citizens are fine, since they're not worth a mage wasting such a precious spell slot on. But it's a different story for nobles.

For a long time, the nobles of Faerûn, those lords who had some knowledge of the mysterious realm of magic, had harbored this concern:
What if one day some evil and despicable sorcerer covets my family's property, and I'm holed up at home eating hot pot, singing with my wife, when suddenly I'm robbed by the sorcerer...

The opponent didn't even use those terrifying fireballs and lightning bolts; instead, they used even more vile and despicable spells to control him, and even his wife, daughter, and lover.
Then he slapped them one by one, slap! slap! slap! slap slap slap!

His own business has become someone else's business, his own woman has become someone else's woman, and he himself has become a manipulated puppet. What should he do?

This kind of exaggerated and eccentric behavior also has a considerable market among nobles. Many nobles who have only a superficial understanding of magic and spellcasters often judge others based on their own shallow knowledge and values.

Of course, this cannot be dismissed as mere nonsense or rambling, as similar incidents have occurred in the past, causing widespread alarm.

Ultimately, through the mediation and reconciliation of several parties, including the temple, the mages maintained their aloof status while trying to avoid abusing mind magic to seize the interests of the nobles.

However, given how euphemistically the wording was chosen, it's easy to imagine how effective such unspoken rules are, and how much the mages fear and care about them.

Moreover, Faras had a legitimate reason for avoiding their sight this time, which was to give each other a way out. Neville understood this perfectly.

"You guys stand back first."

The other person's voice rang in his ears. Neville and his guards stopped and then moved back a little.

"Fifteen feet protects against evil."

Faras casually unleashed a beam of sky-blue light upon himself and his group.

Seeing the other party's seriousness, Neville and the others couldn't help but tense up, instinctively adopting a defensive stance. Faras, however, ignored them and cast a series of protective spells on everyone, including protection against fear, heroism, and negative energy resistance.

With each spell cast, the soldiers' foreheads swelled with sweat. Finally, Neville couldn't help but speak, but was interrupted by what happened next.

Amidst the dazzling brilliance, a positive energy emanating from this land of virtue permeated and filled the somewhat cramped passageway.

After the light and shadow faded, a somewhat burly figure appeared before everyone. He was dressed in a full suit of armor that looked as if it were made of celestial gold and wind-polished bronze, holding a broadsword with a sharp glint in one hand and a heavy, sturdy shield in the other.

Two large, white wings extended from his back and ribs, revealing his identity as a celestial apostle.

The head wearing the helmet looked around, and when it turned its face, Neville and the others were all shocked to see its true face.

Dog head!

"Don't be nervous, this is the Mastiff-headed Divine Messenger from Paradise Mountain."

The angel with the somewhat strange appearance nodded to Neville and his companions, who were also in the Order of Good, as a sign of goodwill.

After a moment of surprise, Neville and his group accepted what was happening, since the eccentric spellcaster was the best explanation for all the strange occurrences.

Although they weren't entirely sure if the grinning dog head was smiling at them, judging from the gesture and the mage's introduction, the other side, being from the same benevolent faction, was probably showing goodwill.

The arrival of strong reinforcements was certainly welcome, but this scene also weighed heavily on their minds. Looking at Falas, even with his calm and composed expression, there was a sense of unease beneath his surface.

The bewitching of humans has finally yielded some results, but judging from what has been obtained, things are probably not so simple. Apart from the expected evil god worship, all signs and clues indicate that the other party's actions may also involve connections with lower planes.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have used the scroll he was given before the mission just in case.

Since it's all covered by public funds anyway, it's always good to have some insurance for yourself.

The mastiff-headed divine messenger, standing at the entrance to the secret chamber, wrinkled its nose and sniffed, then suddenly snorted.

"Evil magic, depraved rituals, and the disgusting stench of those lower-dimensional barbarians." He sniffed, his voice deep and rumbling like thunder:
"Mortals, be careful and follow behind me."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked ahead, facing the hidden door whose disguise had been exposed, and threw out a series of door-kicking spells.

Detect traps, strike spells, dispel magic...

A dark red aura appeared and then dissipated like smoke. The opponent's series of tricks on the hidden door were completely ineffective and were broken.

The Mastiff-headed Divine Messenger remained vigilant, raised his shield, and then pushed open the hidden door with a shield bash.

As soon as the door opened, a wave of sinister and filthy stench rushed out.

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