I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

The two carriages drove through the deserted streets and eventually stopped in front of a secret stronghold of the Fire in the lower city.

Nora was already waiting at the door with her people. When she saw Lynn and the two carts full of grain, a smile finally appeared on her tense face.

The members who lit the fire immediately stepped forward and began to frantically carry the grain down.

"Great! With this food, the residents can hold out for a while longer."

Nora walked over to Lynn, her voice filled with gratitude.

“That’s not all.” Lynn jumped out of the driver’s seat and brushed the snow off his clothes. “The grain supplies from the other three directions should be arriving soon as well.”

He briefly told Nora about the information he had obtained from Finn and what had happened at the South Gate.

“Viscount Babbitt’s nephew?” Nora’s eyes lit up instantly. “Excellent, that’s wonderful!”

"They not only stole our grain, but also tried to smuggle it back to the city for their own enjoyment. Now even our people are in our hands."

"I want to see what kind of expression that old fox will have tomorrow."

Nora's lips curled into a cold smile. "Does he think we, the Firebringers, are still those rats who could only hide in the sewers? They're blocking our food supply, so we'll cut off their lifeline!"

"What are you planning to do?" Lynn asked.

“It’s very simple.” Nora’s eyes sharpened. “Don’t those nobles need to transport large quantities of luxury goods from outside the city every day? Spices, silk, fine wine, and those things specifically for amusement.”

"Starting tomorrow, not a single piece of supplies destined for the noble district will be allowed to enter!"

Lynn raised an eyebrow; this was indeed a ruthless method.

One can imagine the maddened look on the faces of those aristocratic gentlemen who were used to a life of luxury once they lost these things.

Just then, the sound of carriages also came from several other directions around the stronghold.

The other three teams responsible for intercepting the grain by setting fires also succeeded.

……

Meanwhile, at Viscount Babbitt's mansion.

In the luxurious room, the fireplace was burning brightly.

Viscount Babbitt was comfortably reclining on the soft sofa, holding a glass of expensive Elf Red Wine.

"boom!"

The door was pushed open, and Martin, covered in snow, tumbled and crawled in.

"Your Excellency, something terrible has happened!"

Viscount Babbitt's brow furrowed instantly, a flash of displeasure crossing his face: "What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and disorganized?"

"Where's Philip? How's it going?"

Martin knelt on the ground, his voice trembling as he said, "Young Master Philip... he... he and his car were taken away by the people who set fire to the place."

"what?"

Viscount Babbitt abruptly stood up from the sofa, smashing his wine glass on the floor, splashing crimson liquid everywhere.

"What did you say? They were kidnapped? What about the mercenaries? What about those vampire demons?"

“I…I don’t know…” Martin was terrified. “It was…it was that sorcerer named Lynn who did it. I…I saw him drive his carriage into the city through the south gate with my own eyes…”

“Lynn…”

Viscount Babbitt's face turned pale instantly. He staggered back two steps and slumped back onto the sofa.

How could it be him?

"Outrageous! Outrageous!" Viscount Babbitt's eyes were filled with rage. "If I had known... if I had known, I should have had those mercenaries burn the grain!"

He is now filled with regret. He thought he was just dealing with a group of insignificant civilians, but he never expected to provoke that god of death.

Now that he's been caught red-handed, and his stupid nephew has fallen into the enemy's hands, he's completely finished.

……

Burning outpost.

All the grain has been properly moved into the warehouse.

Nora looked at the mountain of sacks and a huge weight was finally lifted from her heart.

She turned to Lynn and said earnestly, "Thanks to you this time, otherwise..."

"Alright, enough with the formalities." Lynn waved his hand. "Now that everything's settled, there's nothing more for me to do, right? I need to go back to sleep."

“Of course.” Nora nodded. “I’ll personally deliver your reward and food to you later.”

“No need for a reward,” Lynn said after thinking for a moment. “Let’s give the food to the starving residents in the city first. I have plenty of food to eat.”

He added half-jokingly, "Moreover, although those nobles don't like me taking sides for you, they've secretly given me a lot of things in order to curry favor with me."

"The various kinds of dried meat and snacks they sent over are enough to keep me eating for a long time."

“By the way,” Lynn looked at Nora and asked tentatively, “you’re not angry, are you? I accepted their things.”

Upon hearing this, Nora not only didn't get angry, but instead laughed.

"Why should I be angry?" She shook her head. "It's a noble family's property, why not take it? Besides, even if you refuse, they won't give up."

"It's actually a good thing for you to keep in touch with them; you might find it useful in the future."

"The nobility is not a monolithic entity. Many are two-faced opportunists. It's better for them to think that you can still be won over than for them to completely regard you as their mortal enemy."

"Okay, I'll be going now."

Relieved, Lynn said goodbye to Nora and then turned and left the base.

Night had fallen, but the wind and snow showed no signs of abating.

He wrapped his cloak tighter around himself and headed towards his dwelling.

The thought of Anna and Lisa waiting for him at home warmed Lynn's heart.

However, when he reached the front of his small building, he unexpectedly stopped.

In the midst of the wind and snow, a magnificently decorated carriage stood quietly in front of his door.

The carriage was adorned with exquisite heraldic carvings, and the four horses pulling it were exceptionally fine purebred white steeds.

A middle-aged man dressed in proper servant's attire stood respectfully by the car, maintaining a standard bowing posture even though he was covered in snow.

As Lynn approached, the servant immediately came forward and bowed deeply to him.

"My esteemed Lord Lynn, my master invites you."

He adopted an extremely humble posture and spoke with the utmost modesty.

Lynn's brow furrowed slightly.

What's going on here?

When Holy Song City was being rebuilt, these nobles were all arrogant and haughty. Although they feared him, they still maintained their ridiculous arrogance on the surface.

Even if you want to win him over, you don't need to go to such lengths, do you?

Lynn looked at the carriage that still exuded a luxurious aura despite the snowstorm, and then at the servant who had almost buried his head in the snow.

He was filled with doubt.

What exactly does this nobleman want to do?

Chapter 170 God

"Who is your master?" Lynn's voice sounded cold in the wind and snow.

He didn't like being blocked at the door, especially after he had just resolved a problem.

“My master is the Marquis Laurent,” the servant replied respectfully, bowing again.

Marquis Laurent?

Lynn searched his memory for the name; Nora had mentioned this marquis in the information she had given him.

He is one of the oldest nobles in Holy Song City. It is said that his family had already established themselves here when Holy Song City was just a small town.

Unlike Babbitt, a nouveau riche who was keen on power struggles and accumulating wealth, the Marquis Laurent always kept a low profile and rarely appeared in public. During the Order's occupation, there was no news of him taking any action, as if he were a ghost detached from the situation.

Why would such a long-established aristocrat invite me to his room in this way late at night?

Lynn was filled with doubt.

He glanced at the carriage, which still exuded a luxurious aura despite the snowstorm, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally nodded.

"Lead the way."

Instead of speculating here, it's better to see what the other side is really up to. With his current strength, he's confident he can escape unless facing an opponent of the Abyss Bishop's caliber.

"Yes, sir." The servant, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly turned around, jogged to the car door, and opened it for Lynn.

Lynn bent down and sat down.

The interior of the carriage was more spacious than the outside, with thick carpets made of unknown animal hides on the floor and a faint fragrance emanating from the soft seats.

In one corner of the carriage, there was even a small wooden cabinet containing several bottles of expensive fairy fruit wine.

The carriage started moving and soon merged into the streets of the noble district.

About twenty minutes later, the carriage slowly came to a stop in front of a manor.

Lynn looked out the car window and saw that the estate was quite large, with high walls separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.

The servant opened the carriage door for him again.

Lynn stepped down from the carriage and onto the solid stone pavement.

He froze for a moment.

The wind and snow outside were still raging, but the long road from the manor gate to the main building was as clean as if there was no snow at all.

On this cold winter night, the amount of manpower and resources required to keep a road so clean is unimaginable.

This demonstrates the master's power more effectively than any flowery language.

Lynn calmly withdrew his gaze and followed the servant into the brightly lit main building.

The hall's decoration is not opulent, but rather exudes an elegance and gravitas that comes with the passage of time.

Several old-looking portraits hung on the wall, and the air was filled with the mixed scents of old books and burning pine from the fireplace.

An elderly man dressed as a butler came forward and gave Lynn a noble bow.

"Lord Lynn, the Marquis has been waiting for you in his study for quite some time."

Lynn nodded and followed the butler through the long corridor to a heavy oak door.

The butler knocked gently on the door, and only after receiving permission did he push it open and step aside to let Lynn in.

The study is very large, with bookshelves on three walls reaching the ceiling, filled with all kinds of books.

The warm fire flickered in the fireplace, bathing the entire room in a warm, golden light.

An elderly man with gray hair, wearing a dark silk robe, was sitting behind a large desk.

He looked somewhat thin, with a face full of wrinkles, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

He is the Marquis Laurent.

“Please have a seat, Mr. Lynn.” Marquis Laurent smiled and gestured to the chair opposite the desk, his voice gentle and steady.

Lynn didn't stand on ceremony and went straight over to sit down.

"The Marquis must have sought me out so late at night for more than just to invite me for tea, right?"

“Heh,” Marquis Laurent chuckled. “Young people are so direct. But you’re right, I do have something I’d like to ask for your help with.”

He paused, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently at Lynn with his sharp eyes.

"I don't trust anyone in the city about this, whether it's those bloated nobles or your idealistic friends."

Lynn raised an eyebrow, remained silent, and waited for what was to come.

"Throughout the entire Holy Song City, I've thought long and hard, and aside from that esteemed guardian of the kingdom, I'm afraid only you could accomplish this." Marquis Laurent's tone turned serious. "Unfortunately, Lady Eve is the bulwark of the kingdom; I cannot persuade her, nor dare I."

"What exactly happened?" Lynn finally asked.