Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 587 A False Promise
But could they possibly fabricate and execute a conspiracy powerful enough to overturn the political landscape of the city-state?

I personally have my doubts.

That's what the monk said.

"There's a mastermind behind this..."

Skar, having suppressed his anger, regained his composure and began meticulously calculating his various enemies and suspects.

"This is almost inevitable. To put it bluntly, the shapeshifter race itself is a strange creature created by ancient wizards to carry out their own conspiracies."

“A purely evil race is not scary; what is scary is that behind it stand despicable schemers and evil spellcasters.”

The monk spoke at length, but when he finished, he sensed that something was amiss.

Why are you all looking at me like that?

"No, it's nothing..."

Everyone denied it repeatedly, but their eyes kept darting back and forth between Master Zhang and the three Zhuo Er.

His grandma's...

The despicable schemer and evil spellcaster immediately realized what was going on, but couldn't explain himself, as this kind of thing only makes things worse.

"Why are you still wearing a mask? I can't even tell who the real Ska is."

The mage, having nowhere to vent his anger, caught a glimpse of a Malawi man with a Ska face out of the corner of his eye and quickly pulled him aside for a scolding.

Hey?
The unlucky Zhuo Er was a little confused, but he had served even the most tyrannical and capricious bosses before, so he quickly took off his mask.

"My powerful, respectable, and noble master, Malawi submits to your will."

The dark elf's face was full of obsequious respect.

The monk felt that the gazes directed at him from the surroundings were becoming more frequent, filled with pointing and whispering.

. . .

Why aren't you wearing a mask!

what? !

Fortunately, Ska's voice broke the awkward silence:

"This conspiracy is certainly related to the Angelo faction, but based on my understanding of them, they could never control and hide such a terrifying force."

"Given Angelo's personality, if he really had the ability, he would have jumped out long ago to seize the title of Duke of Flame Fist."

"Could it be that Angelo has also been eliminated and replaced?"

Ska was suddenly startled as he spoke.

"Whether it is or isn't doesn't matter anymore,"

The mage looked at Ska, his eyes and tone becoming serious:

"Leave Baldur's Gate, and get away from this all-consuming vortex."

"You want me to desert?!"

His facial muscles twitched, his face flushed red from the effort: "Running away from blood feuds and intrigues?"

Ska, who was trying to get up, was gently but firmly pressed down by a pair of hands and had to sit back down.

“Anger without power and revenge without patience often only means meaningless sacrifice.”

The mage, staring intently at Skar, remained expressionless, a hint of helplessness surfacing deep within his eyes.

"Under the crushing weight of fate, whether it is you or me, or those hiding behind the scenes, we are all insignificant, nothing more than dust in history."

The mage's tone grew increasingly solemn. Ska, sensing the danger, had a fluctuating expression, but ultimately suppressed his impulse and spoke in a daze, his voice much hoarse:
"Isn't there any other way? Even if it's you?"

"You overestimate me, and underestimate the current situation." The mage looked directly at the former captain, enunciating each word clearly:
"Captain Skaarl, this is the last time I will call you that. After this, there will be no more Captain Skaarl. He will die in a public chase."

“Gavial, the granddaughter of the Duke who is studying at the Academy of Neverwinter, is still lacking a loyal protector.”

"I…"

Ska gave a wry smile and said in a hoarse voice:

"As expected of you, you've arranged everything so meticulously. How could I possibly refuse?"

"Yes, and then what? Chaos spreads along with hatred, devouring you, me, and the last bloodline of the Iltan family."

Ska pursed his lips, feeling utterly speechless at being so thoroughly dealt with.

"Nerif, can you see the trajectory of Ska's fate?"

"Well, Lord Chanem, you overestimate me. The web of fate is vast and boundless, and we are all within it. How can we possibly see it clearly?"

"Fortunately, what's entangled Mr. Ska is merely a wisp of fate at its end,"

The Oracle held a golden, hollowed-out sphere, about the size of a basketball, with an intricate and complex surface that contained all the major celestial planes of the Toril world.

A heart-shaped ruby ​​floats suspended inside, its crimson light shining and its red glow shimmering, as if it were holding a red lantern made of pure gold.

"Thanks to your guidance, my research in astrology and astronomy has finally yielded some results during this period,"

"It seems, it appears, that the entire conspiracy is just the tip of a huge dark cloud, and the root of the chaos comes from the fallen star."

"Don't delve any further. Let's leave it at that," Zhang Yuan advised.

"Oh, the ending of the ensemble sonata by a single note doesn't affect the playing of the grand destiny chapter. I can give it a try."

The oracle held the precious orb in his hand and lifted it into the air. The crimson light shone on the star pattern engraved on the golden sphere, and specks of starlight floated up, reflecting and scattering like a veil woven from golden clouds.

The cloud of mist vanished in a flash, then enveloped Skar in the next instant, shrouding him within a canopy of starlight.

"The echo of fate has been smoothed out; only the final step remains."

The following day at noon, the Bodegas area was bustling with activity. Vendors on both sides of the street set up awnings in front of their shops to shield themselves from the scorching sun, and the flow of people, while not exactly shoulder to shoulder, was still continuous.

The hawking of advertisements, haggling, and arguments on the streets and alleys create a noisy and bustling symphony of everyday life.

"Ska, your end has come. Go and repent to the Lord of Silence!"

The sudden shout shattered the ordinary routine of the place. A figure covered in blood fled in a disheveled state, but at a considerable speed. Clad in armor, he charged wildly through the bustling crowd, resembling a rhinoceros among a herd of wildebeest.

The already dense crowd was thrown into chaos by the sudden surge, and the once spacious street became congested, causing the two black-clad assassins who were pursuing them to be delayed for a while.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Flame Fist is a wanted criminal, don't block the way."

The men in black panicked and struggled through the crowd like two catfish, creating a chaotic mess.

As the scene grew increasingly chaotic, the number of eyes and curious onlookers also surged, since watching a spectacle is a universal human trait.

Meanwhile, Ska, who was escaping capture, had approached the city gate and inevitably came into the sight of the Flame Fist soldiers on duty.

"Captain Skaarl?"

"Pah! Captain? Murderer, traitor!"

The reactions varied greatly; some were bewildered, some glared angrily, and some even drew their swords with a sinister grin.

These various situations are not entirely the same.

“Ska, if you have even a shred of loyalty and honor for Flame Fist, surrender and return to headquarters. You will be met with a fair trial.”

One of them gripped his longsword tightly, his cold gaze fixed on Ska as if he were looking at prey, speaking righteously while his hands were itching to strike.

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