I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Above the archway, a blood-red crystal the size of a millstone floats.

That is the verification array hub of the royal city—the Eye of Truth.

"Line up, hold your badges, and proceed in turn!" The captain of the Royal Knights coldly issued the order.

The line began to move slowly forward.

Lynn walked in the middle, her palms slightly sweaty.

Nightingale said the badge on the list was real, but he was a fake after all. Who knows if the crystal would scan for soul aura as well?

One by one, people walked through the archway, but the crimson crystal remained unresponsive.

It was Lynn's turn.

He took a step forward expressionlessly, stepping into the shadow of the archway.

In that instant, Lynn felt an extremely powerful mental force sweep over him like a scanner.

The thorn rose badge on his chest was slightly warm, emitting a faint dark red halo that subtly guided and neutralized the spiritual energy.

"Next!"

Lynn's back was soaked with cold sweat, but his face remained expressionless as he stepped into the palace gates.

After traversing the long white marble steps, Lynn finally stepped into the central hall where the king's birthday banquet was being held.

The moment Lynn stepped into the hall, even though she was mentally prepared, she was still visually shocked by the extreme luxury before her.

The dome was extremely high, inlaid with thousands of fist-sized magical luminous pearls, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

The ground was paved with a single, polished piece of obsidian, reflecting the dazzling lights above.

In the center of the hall, a miniature indoor fountain was even magically created, spewing not water, but amber-colored gin that exuded a rich fruity aroma and magical energy.

Melodious court music filled the air as nobles in their finest attire gathered in small groups, holding crystal goblets and wearing genuine smiles.

“This is the essence of the royal city…” Lynn stood in a corner at the edge of the hall, casually picked up a glass of red wine from a passing waiter’s tray, and looked around as he drank.

Here, servants below level 50 are not even qualified to carry plates.

Those seemingly insignificant bodyguards who follow behind the great nobles could easily become formidable figures capable of suppressing a region if you randomly picked them and sent them to any city.

Lynn tried to subtly project his mental energy to investigate the layout of the entire hall, but he quickly gave up.

The hall was set up with an extremely tight shielding array. Once one's mental energy leaves the body by more than three meters, it will be as if one is stuck in a quagmire and unable to move an inch.

He could only observe with his naked eye.

I did not see Duke Valerius, nor the legendary Iron-Blooded Empress Dowager Enochia, nor did I see Annihilation.

Of course, there was no trace of Alice either.

"That makes sense. At banquets of this caliber, the truly important figures usually make their grand entrance at the very last moment," Lynn thought to himself.

His current disguise is merely that of a second-class staff member in the Duke's mansion.

In this banquet hall filled with nobles, he was like a speck of dust fallen into a sand dune, and no one would even give him a second glance.

Those noble lords didn't even deign to linger their gazes on these servants for more than half a second.

This is exactly what Lynn wanted.

He glanced at the spiral staircase leading to the second floor at the far end of the hall. Four fully armed royal knights stood at the top of the stairs, their sharp eyes scanning everyone who tried to approach. The second floor was clearly the private rest area for members of the royal family and the highest echelons of power.

If Alice was indeed taken into the palace, the most likely place where she would be imprisoned or placed would definitely not be the crowded and conspicuous main hall, but rather upstairs.

Lynn, holding a wine glass, casually strolled along the edge of the crowd, slowly approaching a corridor on the side of the hall.

That was the passageway through which waiters went in and out to deliver food and drinks; the lighting was relatively dim, and the security was less stringent than at the main entrance.

"Excuse me, be careful, it's hot." A group of waiters carrying grilled monster meat patties hurried over.

Lynn stepped back slightly, making way for the last waiter. Just as the last waiter passed by him, Lynn's body seemed to melt into the air, disappearing without warning.

The invisibility cloak was already draped over his body.

Lynn held her breath, pressed herself tightly against the wall, and silently slipped into the passage where the waiter had come from.

Upon entering the passage, most of the noise outside was instantly shut out.

Instead of going down the passage to the kitchen, Lynn turned at a fork in the road into a circular corridor leading inside.

Every ten meters along the walls here hangs a magic stone lamp, casting a dim, yellowish light.

"Tap...tap..."

Suddenly, heavy footsteps came from ahead.

Lynn immediately stopped and pressed himself tightly against a large Roman column.

Two Royal Knights, each with a rank of 62, were patrolling along the corridor.

One of the knights stopped abruptly as he passed the Roman column, his brow furrowing slightly as he turned to look at Lynn's hiding place.

Lynn began to tense up. The invisibility cloak could only conceal one's figure and aura, but if the other party's intuition was sharp enough, they could still detect the abnormal airflow.

"What's wrong?" another knight stopped and asked.

"Nothing...it's probably just the wind." The knight stared at the air for two seconds, then shook his head and continued walking forward.

Lynn only let out a slow breath when the sound of their footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

That was too dangerous.

He dared not delay any longer and quickened his pace, feeling his way along the corridor.

He discovered a very hidden internal spiral staircase at the end of the corridor, leading directly to the second floor.

There were no guards at the stairwell.

This only made Lynn more vigilant. In a place like a royal palace, the absence of guards often meant that even more terrifying magical traps had been set up, or... that the people inside didn't need guards at all.

Lynn carefully stepped onto the stairs, each step extremely slow, and only continued upwards after confirming that no magical fluctuations had been triggered.

The second-floor corridor was wider than the first-floor corridor, with a thick red carpet on the floor that made no sound when you walked on it.

On both sides of the corridor are rows of tightly closed mahogany doors.

Lynn peered through each door, not daring to push them open, but pressing his ear against the door panel, trying to catch any sounds from inside.

Empty rooms, empty rooms, still empty rooms.

He stopped when he reached the deepest part of the corridor and faced the huge double door engraved with the emblem of a two-winged griffin.

The door wasn't closed completely, leaving a crack.

A very faint scent, mixed with some precious spices and the smell of blood, wafted out from the crack.

Lynn took a deep breath and gently placed her hand on the door.

The invisibility cloak completely enveloped his body, and he entered the room through the gap like a ghost.

The room was dimly lit, with no magic stone lamps lit. The only light source came from the faint moonlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and a bronze incense burner slowly burning in the corner.

Lynn stood against the wall, her gaze quickly sweeping across the entire room.

This is an extremely luxurious and private bedroom.

The enormous velvet bed, the bookshelves covering an entire wall, and the snow-white animal skin carpet on the floor that goes up to your ankles all highlight the distinguished status of the room's owner.

But Lynn's gaze did not linger on these items.

His gaze was already fixed on the huge floor-to-ceiling vanity mirror in the center of the room.

There was a woman sitting there.

She was wearing a dark gold court dress that wasn't fully buttoned up, exposing a large expanse of her snow-white back to the air, her back to Lynn.

She had long, black hair, as dark as the deepest night, which she was now slowly and meticulously combing with an ivory comb.

Lynn's breathing almost completely stopped at that moment.

Through the huge dressing mirror, he could clearly see the woman's face.

It was an absolutely perfect face, yet so cold it sent shivers down one's spine. The traces of time seemed to have been completely erased by some powerful force; she looked even more beautiful than many young noble ladies, but her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes held a chilling indifference capable of devouring everything.

Enochia.

The de facto ruler of the Kingdom of Toussaint, the iron-fisted queen mother who stepped over the corpses of countless nobles and forcibly placed her young son on the throne.

Lynn never expected that by sneaking into the second floor, he would not find Alice, but instead stumble into the private bedroom of the kingdom's highest authority, and even witness her getting ready in her private moments.

Exit.

This was the first thought that flashed through Lynn's mind.

Facing Enoria directly before finding Alice would be the most foolish choice.

Just as Lynn's back was about to touch the door panel.

Enoria, who was standing in front of the dressing table, suddenly stopped what she was doing.

She didn't turn around.

She merely raised her eyes slightly, looking at the enormous dressing mirror in front of her. The mirror reflected the empty room behind her, devoid of anything except furniture.

But Enoria's gaze landed precisely on the spot where Lynn was standing, hidden.

"Now that we're already inside..."

Enoria's voice rang out in the room. Her voice wasn't loud, and it even carried a kind of languidness, as if she had just finished showering. But to Lynn's ears, it was like a thunderclap.

"Don't hide like a mouse."

Chapter 187 Fainting in the Bedroom

"What? Do I need to have the guards outside come in and invite you out?" Ainolia's voice remained languid. She didn't even turn around, but simply took the ivory comb and continued to slowly comb her night-black hair.

Lynn knew she couldn't hide it anymore.

He slowly exhaled, grabbed the edge of the invisibility cloak with his fingers, and suddenly ripped it open.

A faint ripple spread through the air, and his figure, dressed in a gray robe, appeared out of thin air in the corner of the room.

The instant he appeared, Lynn unhesitatingly cast an Appraisal spell on Enoria.

He needed to know whether he was facing a monster that had hidden its strength, or some kind of terrifying divine being.

The panel faintly appeared on the retina.

Name: Enochia

[Level: 1]

Occupation: None

[Sanity Value: 85]

Lynn's pupils suddenly contracted.

How could an ordinary level 1 person see through his invisibility cloak?

"Surprised, aren't you?" Enoria finally put down the comb in her hand.

She slowly turned around, her flawless face, untouched by time, fully exposed to Lynn's view.

She was barefoot, her feet treading on the snow-white animal skin carpet, her dark gold court dress draped loosely over her body, exuding an extremely dangerous allure and majesty.

“You so-called sorcerers always rely too much on magic and perception.” Enoria walked to the wine cabinet and poured herself a glass of scarlet wine. “This bedroom is equipped with seventy-two gravity-sensing arrays created by the kingdom’s highest alchemist. From the moment you stepped through the door, your life has been completely in my hands.”

Lynn's eye twitched slightly.

“However, you do have some skill to slip through all those layers of security and into my private territory without a sound.” Enoria held her wine glass, swirling it gently, her gaze sweeping over Lynn from head to toe. “Let me guess… haven’t we met somewhere before?”

Lynn didn't speak, but secretly mobilized the magic power within his body, ready to deal with any possible fatal blow.

Enoria narrowed her long, narrow phoenix eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth suddenly curled up slightly.

“I remember now. The City of Holy Songs, the Festival of Lights.” Enoria’s voice was soft. “That day, my child’s coronation procession, you were standing in the crowd.”

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

There were tens of thousands of people at the market that day. Enolia only glanced at him briefly from her carriage, yet she was able to remember his face accurately. This woman's intellect and memory were simply terrifying to an inhuman degree.

"Your Majesty the Queen Mother is truly forgetful. Since you remember me, you should also know why I am here." Lin Enqiang suppressed the shock in his heart, his voice cold and hard, and went straight to the point.