I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Enolia bit her lip, and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, but she was completely unaware of it.

"Why did it fall so fast?" She stared at Viktor, her eyes fierce as if she wanted to devour him.

“Your Highness, you should know this,” Viktor replied, forcing a smile. “It’s not a big problem, it’s just… I need to use my abilities less recently. I should avoid using them if possible, otherwise, if my sanity keeps dropping, and I completely break down and become a follower of an evil god, that would be troublesome.”

Enolia fell silent.

Of course she knew.

In order to smoothly ascend the throne and to deter those rebellious nobles with ulterior motives, she had the young Olivier use the bloodline abilities of the Skybreaker Eagle several times in a short period of time.

While that power is formidable, its drain on sanity is terrifying.

She thought Olivier could hold on for a while longer, but she didn't expect the backlash to come so quickly.

"Is there really no way to restore my sanity?" Enoria asked helplessly, looking at her son struggling in pain on the bed.

Viktor gave a wry smile and shook his head.

"Theoretically, sanity is absolutely impossible to recover."

Viktor paused, then lowered his voice: "But in fact... even if someone were to accidentally recover, they would never tell anyone. Because the risk is too great."

Enolia's gaze suddenly sharpened.

"What do you mean?"

“A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.” Victor sighed. “If there really is a person or method in this world who can restore sanity, once exposed, all the kings, popes, demigods, and even the monsters hiding in the shadows of the continent will pounce on him like mad dogs. That person will be imprisoned in the deepest dungeon, reduced to a tool without dignity, until he is completely drained.”

Victor looked at Enoria, his tone becoming extremely grave: "But I still advise you to remain cautious about His Majesty's condition and not to despair too much."

"Because for His Majesty, a sanity value of over fifty is actually quite high. After all, His Majesty did so many things that ordinary people cannot imagine in order to eliminate the rebellious nobles. As long as he is absolutely prohibited from using his abilities and is kept healthy with the royal family's secret medicine, there is still hope that he can maintain his current level."

Enolia did not speak.

She slowly walked to the bedside and gently smoothed Olivier's furrowed brow with her fingers.

The little king seemed to feel his mother's touch, and his spasms lessened slightly.

Enolia sighed.

After this incident, she dared not do anything more to Lynn.

I can still vividly recall Lynn's reckless and insane gaze in the bedroom just now.

Initially, Enoria had some doubts, thinking Lynn was bluffing. But now, Olivier's sanity was approaching fifty, teetering on the brink of collapse.

In such a vulnerable state, any external stimulus could be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Regardless of whether Lynn's incriminating evidence was real or fake, he didn't have the courage to take the gamble.

She can't afford to lose.

Her son was her only weakness in the world; if Olivier turned into a monster, everything she owned would vanish in an instant.

“Keep an eye on him.” Enoria stood up, her face regaining its cold and ruthless expression. “If His Majesty’s condition worsens in any way, all of you will be executed along with him.”

After saying that, she turned and walked out of the bedchamber.

……

The royal palace dungeon.

This place is completely different from the ordinary prison Lynn had imagined—dark, damp, rat-infested, and reeking of decay.

Or rather, this place doesn't resemble a dungeon at all.

Lynn was locked in a single cell that was a full thirty square meters in size.

The floor was covered with a thick wool carpet, the walls were inlaid with magic crystals that emitted a soft glow, and in the corner there was even a soft velvet bed and a wine cabinet filled with fine red wines.

Apart from the heavy demon-sealing shackles on his hands and the two heavily armored knights of level 70 or above standing outside the prison door, this place was practically a high-end noble hotel.

Clearly, this was a luxurious dungeon prepared by the royal family specifically for some high-ranking nobles.

Lynn wasn't too nervous.

He walked to the wine cabinet, awkwardly pulled out the cork from a bottle of red wine with his shackled hands, and poured himself half a glass.

The crimson liquid swirled in the crystal glass. Lynn tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

tasty.

He walked to the bedside and sat down, his mind beginning to calmly review the current situation.

The king fainted; this was definitely an accident.

Lynn was certain he hadn't triggered the black box Nightingale had given him. This meant the young king's health was already in serious trouble.

This is both good news and bad news for him.

The good news is that Enoria would absolutely not dare to touch him now.

Because she couldn't figure out Lynn's background, and dared not risk her son's life to test the authenticity of the bargaining chip in Lynn's hand.

The bad news is that the deterrent power of this black box has been amplified to an extreme degree, which will inevitably cause Enoria to be extremely wary.

A mother's counterattack to protect her child can be absolutely devastating.

Lynn leaned against the headboard, looking at the dark gold shackles on her wrists, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips.

If nothing unexpected happens, that woman should come looking for him soon.

The basis of the negotiation lies in the fact that both sides have something they are wary of. The card that Lynn is holding now is the black box given to him by Nightingale.

But in reality, besides this, Lynn also possesses another ability that makes everyone unable to refuse, and even crazy about.

That is, he can help others restore their sanity.

In a world where sanity can only decrease and never increase, and everyone is slowly heading towards madness and death, this ability is nothing short of a miracle.

But Lynn was very clear about human greed and fear.

This ability should never be revealed unless absolutely necessary.

Once Enoria finds out he can regain his sanity, she will not only refuse to let him go, but will also do everything in her power to imprison him forever in the deepest part of the palace.

Just as Lynn was pondering, the crisp sound of high heels came from outside the corridor.

The heavily armored knight outside the prison gate knelt on one knee, making a dull thud as his armor clashed.

The heavy steel prison door was slowly pushed open.

Enoria walked in.

She had changed into an extremely formal black court dress, with dark gold thorn patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs.

Her hair was styled back up, and she wore a small black diamond crown, regaining her aura of superiority and arrogance.

However, as soon as she stepped into the cell, her brows furrowed slightly.

She pulled a silk handkerchief, sprayed with expensive perfume, from her sleeve and gently covered her mouth and nose, her eyes revealing undisguised disgust for the dungeon environment.

Even though it had been furnished like a luxury hotel room, in her eyes, a dungeon was still a dungeon, and the air was always filled with the smell of decay and filth.

The bodyguards brought over a carved mahogany high-backed chair and placed it in front of Lynn's bed.

Enolia sat down gracefully, her gaze looking down at Lynn.

She didn't get angry, nor did she question Lynn about what he had done to the king, because she had already received the answer from the doctor: the king's collapse was due to his sanity, and had nothing to do with Lynn.

But she also knew that what Lynn possessed could plunge the king into the abyss at any moment.

"Alright, stop acting like you're ready to fight at any moment." Enochia put down her handkerchief, her tone indifferent.

"Now we can continue our discussion."

Lynn did not stand up; he remained leaning against the headboard, only slightly adjusting his posture.

Looking at Enoria, who sat in front of him exuding an aura of authority, he knew very well that he had to proceed with caution in this negotiation.

“Since Your Majesty is willing to sit down and talk, it means that you still acknowledge the bargaining chips I have.” Lynn’s tone was equally calm, without any awareness of being a prisoner.

Enolia gave a cold laugh.

"It's not that I approve of you, but that I'm unwilling to risk even the slightest chance of my son's life." She leaned forward slightly, her narrow phoenix eyes filled with intense aggression. "Tell me, you went to great lengths to infiltrate the palace, even threatening me with your life. What are your conditions?"

"My conditions are very simple, there are only two."

Lynn raised two shackled fingers.

"First, Alice. I'm taking her with me."

Enoria's eyes remained unchanged, because Lynn had already said so.

“Second,” Lynn said, looking directly into Enoria’s eyes, “someone has commissioned me to find an eye in the palace.”

“You should know what that means,” Lynn added.

After a brief silence.

"what?"

Enoria was taken aback for a moment; a hint of surprise appeared on her face, which always maintained perfect composure.

Followed by.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Enoria suddenly burst into laughter, her laughter filled with undisguised mockery and contempt.

Lynn frowned; he didn't find the remark funny at all.

“No wonder…no wonder.” Enoria dabbed at the corner of her eye with a handkerchief. “I was wondering how a foreign sorcerer like you could know so much about the palace’s defensive arrays and even get that old fox Valerius’s staff badge.”

Her smile faded, and her eyes became extremely sarcastic.

"That woman still hasn't given up?"

Lynn remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"Speaking of which, she should be considered an old monster." Enoria leaned back in her chair, her tone laced with condescending disdain. "You probably don't even know what kind of person hired you are, do you?"

"I'd like to hear the details," Lynn said calmly.

“That’s an old grudge from decades ago,” Enoria sneered. “Back then, the former king, who had transformed into a Sky-Splittered Vulture, pecked out one of her eyes. If she hadn’t run fast, she would have lost her life in the royal city.”

"I never expected that they would actually come back now."

“I can grant you this condition.” Enoria waved her hand generously. “That eye was originally a trophy of the royal family, which has been gathering dust in a corner of the treasury. Since she wants it so much, I can have someone bring it to you.”

Lynn felt no joy. He knew the real show was yet to come.

really.

The mockery on Enoria's face vanished instantly.

“But Alice can’t.”

"Why?" Lynn's eyes turned cold. "Since you're willing to give up your eyes, it means you're willing to compromise. To you, Alice is nothing more than a pawn for the future."

“You’re wrong.” Enoria stood up abruptly, walked up to Lynn, and looked down at him. “Alice is not a pawn. She is the future hope of the royal family and the guarantee for the continuation of this kingdom.”

“More importantly,” Enochia held up a finger, almost poking Lynn’s nose, “you think taking her away is saving her?”

"But there is no safer place on the entire continent than the palace in Rivendell."

"You can't protect her."

Enoria stared into Lynn's eyes, her words piercing his heart.

“If she stays here, she will become queen, possessing supreme power and receiving the highest level of protection in the kingdom. If she goes with you, she will only die.”

Enoria sat back down in her chair and looked at the silent Lynn.

"Now, have you come to terms with reality? Take that eye and get out of the royal city. This is my final offer to you."

Chapter 189 Forever in the Dungeon

"hehe."

A sudden, abrupt laugh rang out in the cell, which was furnished like a luxurious hotel room.

Lynn showed no fear whatsoever despite Enoria's chillingly murderous "Get out of the royal city."

He even slightly adjusted his posture to make his back more comfortable, and then met the Queen Mother's oppressive gaze with his frighteningly calm eyes without flinching.