I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

"How about we make a deal? Let me go to the Royal Mage Tower, and I'll teach you how to quell the rebellion."

Enoria's pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively became wary: "What are you going there for? Alice is on the top floor of the mage tower. Do you think I'm stupid enough to let you go see her?"

"Can't you fill your head with anything other than that ridiculous desire for control?" Lynn sneered, his face full of disdain. "The defenses of Holy Song City are extremely strong, and Nora's rebels are now deeply popular. If you send regular troops, even the heavy knights, they will be completely wiped out in the winter when attacking the city."

Lynn casually picked up a file from the ground and slammed it onto the desk: "I once saw a super-large forbidden magic array called Earth Shackles in an ancient book, which is specifically used to block the flow of magic and the supply of resources of an entire city. As long as the array is activated, Holy Song City will fall without a fight."

"I need to go to the underground library to look up information and deduce the magic array. As for the top floor? Your four old codgers have set up an inescapable trap. I'm just a cripple wearing magic-suppressing chains. Even if I had wings, I couldn't fly up there. What, you don't even have that much confidence?"

Enoria stared intently at Lynn, her mind racing. Lynn was right; a direct assault on Holy Song City now was definitely a poor choice. If such a strategic-level magic array truly existed, it was indeed the only hope for breaking the deadlock. Moreover, the underground library was located at the bottom of the mage tower, separated from the top floor where Alice was imprisoned by dozens of magical barriers and heavy guards. With Lynn's magic sealed, he couldn't possibly cause any trouble.

More importantly, she is now backed into a corner with no way out.

“Fine.” Enoria gritted her teeth, her eyes fierce. “I will personally take you to the Mage Tower Library late the night after tomorrow. You better not try anything funny with me.”

"As you wish, Your Highness."

Chapter 198 Forbidden Magical Techniques

Two days later, the biting winter wind lashed at Lynn's face through the cracks in the palace corridors.

He followed behind Enoria, with the towering Royal Mage Tower looming ahead.

Lynn raised his head, his gaze passing over Enoria's magnificent black velvet cloak, and fixed on the faintly lit window at the very top of the mage tower. Alice was there.

He knew perfectly well that tonight's plan was a huge lie from the very beginning.

There was no "Earth Shackles" magic array at all. His real purpose was to take advantage of the fifteen-minute shift change to find an opportunity to infiltrate the top floor.

But now, Lynn's guilt is growing stronger.

Because Enoria was too calm.

The Empress Dowager, who had been lost in passion beneath him just a few days ago, was unusually silent tonight. She walked ahead without the slightest panic, and didn't even glance back at him.

"What? You're usually so talkative in bed, but now you're mute?" Enoria suddenly stopped, turned her head slightly, and glanced at Lynn behind her.

Lynn took a deep breath, suppressing his unease: "I was just admiring Your Highness's back view tonight. After all, not everyone gets to be personally led by the Empress Dowager."

“You better pray your brain is as hard as your mouth.” Enoria turned around and looked down at him. “If you don’t find that magic circle in the library tonight, I’ll show you what the price of deceiving me is.”

Lynn rattled the chains on his wrist, making a clanging sound. "Your Highness, do you have any other choice but to believe me now? Holy Song City has already declared independence, and those nobles are waiting to see you make a fool of yourself. Do you really want to send troops to their deaths?"

Enolia didn't refute, but just snorted and turned to continue walking forward.

When they arrived at the entrance to the bottom floor of the Mage Tower, the royal guards who had been stationed there had indeed withdrawn, leaving only two enormous gargoyles emitting a faint red glow in the darkness.

"Open the door," Enochia said coldly to the air.

With a muffled rumble, the massive obsidian gate at the bottom of the mage tower, weighing several tons, slowly opened. A strong, pungent smell of old parchment and potions wafted out.

Lynn's eyes quickly swept around. His original plan was to create chaos the moment he entered the mage tower, and then take the opportunity to find the passage to the top floor.

But he discovered with despair that he had oversimplified things.

The structure inside the mage tower was completely beyond his expectations. There were no stairs or elevators at all. In the center of the hall was a huge teleportation array that emitted a blinding blue light. Around the teleportation array, there were at least thirty high-level magical barriers.

"Stop looking." Enoria's voice interrupted Lynn's thoughts. "The teleportation array to the top requires the joint authorization of four chief mages. Even if you're not wearing the magic-suppressing chains right now, if you dare to step into that teleportation array even half a step, you'll be instantly minced into a bloody pulp."

Lynn's heart sank.

He knew that Enoria wasn't lying; that level of magical fluctuation instinctively filled him with fear.

“Let’s go, my great strategist.” Enoria walked to an inconspicuous wooden door in the corner of the hall and placed her hand on the door panel. A faint light flashed, and the wooden door opened with a click, revealing a spiral staircase leading to the underground.

“The underground library,” Enoria gestured, “go and find your miracle that can save the kingdom.”

Lynn gritted her teeth and stepped down the stairs.

He knew he was completely trapped. He had no chance to even get close to Alice, or even glimpse the top floor; he was taken directly into this dark and gloomy underground library.

The staircase was long, and the magical torches on the walls lit up one by one with each step the two of them took.

When Lynn finally stepped onto the last step, the sight before him made him gasp in shock.

This is a huge circular space, with rows of mahogany bookshelves, some over ten meters tall, arranged like a maze, piled high with countless ancient books, scrolls, and magic notes.

"The Royal Mage Tower's underground library contains all the magical documents since the kingdom's founding." Enoria walked to a large rosewood desk, casually brushed the dust off the chair, and sat down gracefully.

She took out a bottle of scarlet wine and two wine glasses from her spatial ring, poured herself a glass, and gently swirled it.

“Let’s begin.” Enoria took a sip of red wine, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she looked at Lynn, who stood rooted to the spot. “I’ll give you one night. By dawn, if I haven’t seen the diagram of the Earth Shackles…”

She paused deliberately, then stuck out her scarlet tongue and licked her lips: "I will punish you severely."

Lynn looked at the vast sea of ​​books in front of him, then at the chain on his wrist that sealed off all his magic, and a layer of cold sweat began to seep from his forehead.

He knew that this time, he had probably really messed up.

The underground library was so quiet that the only sound was the rustling of pages turning.

Lynn stood in front of a huge bookshelf, holding a thick book titled "A Study of Ancient Forbidden Magic Arrays," pretending to read it. His eyes swept over the obscure and difficult-to-understand runes, but his mind was frantically searching for a way to break the deadlock.

"Clatter—" Lynn casually tossed the heavy ancient book back onto the bookshelf and pulled out a roll of yellowed parchment.

Beside the desk, Enoria was holding a wine glass, watching Lynn's performance with great interest.

Those beautiful eyes held no concern for the kingdom's situation; instead, they were filled with a twisted excitement.

Actually, she had known all along that Lynn was faking it.

From the moment Lynn mentioned the name "The Shackles of the Earth" in the bedchamber, Enoria already knew the answer in her heart.

Who is Lynn? A madman who dared to fight a bloodthirsty berserker to the death in the royal dungeon to protect his comrades. Everyone he cares about is now in Holy Song City.

To please her, Lynn would hand over a magic circle that could completely seal off Holy Song City.

It's absolutely ridiculous.

Even if he really knew about this kind of magic array, he would absolutely never use it against someone he cares about.

Therefore, Lynn was clearly lying. The only reason he made up this excuse was to leave the palace, come to the mage tower, and find an opportunity to rescue the immortal girl who had the power of life.

Enoria saw through it all, but she didn't expose it.

why?

Because she rarely has time to relax.

Since the rebellion in Holy Song City and the Northern Merchant Guild's coup, she has been overwhelmed by the incompetent nobles and the mountain of government affairs every day.

Lynn's appearance not only helped her solve the food crisis in the North with her amazing wisdom, but also gave her a sense of conquest and being conquered that she had never experienced before.

They've thoroughly explored the entire bedroom—the large bed, the spacious desk, even the thick velvet carpet—over the past few days.

Enoria got bored.

She needs some new excitement.

This dark, enclosed underground library, filled with an atmosphere of taboo, was simply an excellent hunting ground.

Watching a prey who thought itself clever put on a show right under her nose, the thrill of being in control made Enoria's blood boil.

"What? Still haven't found it?" Enochia put down her wine glass, leaned back lazily in her chair, and her voice echoed in the empty library. "Two hours have passed. Your efficiency is much worse than when you're in bed."

Lynn's hand paused slightly. He turned his head and looked at Enoria's ambiguous smile, his unease growing stronger.

“There are too many ancient books, and the classification is chaotic. I need time,” Lynn replied coldly, turning back to rummage through the bookshelves.

“Is that so?” Enoria stood up and walked step by step behind Lynn, so close that Lynn could smell the alluring scent of red wine and fine perfume emanating from her.

“But why do I feel like you’re not looking for any magic circle at all?” Ainolia’s voice was as soft as a lover’s whisper, but the content of her words was like a sharp dagger, piercing through Lynn’s disguise.

Lynn's pupils contracted sharply, but he forcibly suppressed his inner panic, turned around, and looked directly into Enolia's eyes: "What does Your Highness mean by this? Are you doubting me?"

“No, I’m not doubting you.” Enoria suddenly reached out and gently traced her fingertips across Lynn’s cheek, down his chin, and finally resting on his Adam’s apple.

She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Lynn's neck: "Lynn, do you think I'm really stupid?"

"Your little saintly lover is still in Holy Song City, isn't he?" Enoria's fingers tightened suddenly, pinching Lynn's chin and forcing him to look down at her.

A dangerous glint flashed in her eyes: "You're going to hand me a magic array that could starve the entire city to death, and use it to deal with them? Do you really think I'm one of those nobles whose brains are stuffed with fat intestines?!"

"Since you already knew I was lying to you, why did you bring me here in the first place?" Lynn finally dropped the pretense, his eyes turning sharp.

“Because I enjoy seeing your self-righteousness.” Enoria suddenly laughed, her laughter shaking her body, her ample bosom heaving violently with each laugh. “Watching you act like a clown, rummaging through these piles of waste paper, plotting how to save that little girl, unaware that you’ve already fallen into my trap.”

She pushed Lynn against the bookshelf with a sudden force, causing the heavy ancient books to fall and land at their feet.

Enoria leaned in and placed her hands on the bookshelf near Lynn's ear, trapping him firmly in her territory.

"It's too stuffy in the palace. I'm very happy with the change of environment."

The temperature in the library seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant, but the atmosphere between the two was so intense it was almost burning.

Lynn pressed his back against the cold bookshelf as he looked at Enolia, who was so close to him. Her exquisite face was filled with an arrogant confidence that seemed to have the victory in her grasp.

"What? Not saying anything now? Where's your eloquent tongue?" Enoria's fingers slowly slid down Lynn's chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken through the thin shirt.

She was thoroughly enjoying the moment.

These past few days in the palace, although she had imprisoned Lynn, she was always at a disadvantage in the battle of wits and intellect. Lynn's composure, as if he could see through everything, made the Empress Dowager, who was used to controlling everything, feel extremely frustrated.

But now, the situation has finally reversed.

"Can't find the excuse you're looking for?" Enochia's fingertips lingered on Lynn's belt, gently unfastening a buckle. "Tell me, how should I punish you? Should I hang you in this library and break your legs, or..."

She tiptoed slightly, her red lips brushing against Lynn's earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids: "Or shall you kneel before me right here, in front of these ancient books that have witnessed the kingdom's thousand-year history?"

Lynn's breathing became heavy; he could feel Enoria's almost twisted desire to conquer growing wildly.

He had no magic, he couldn't defeat this woman, not to mention there was an entire knightly order guarding outside.

As Enochia looked at Lynn's taut jawline, her smile deepened. She knew that Lynn had nowhere left to retreat.

"Kneel down." Enoria's smile vanished suddenly. In the tone of a cabinet minister, she gave the order to Lynn, "Kneel down, kiss the back of my feet, and admit your defeat."

She took a half step back, lifted the luxurious black dress, revealing a pair of fair legs adorned with exquisite high heels.

Enoria waited patiently, determined to utterly destroy the man's pride and make him her true possession.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Lynn suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter sounded particularly jarring in the empty library.

"What are you laughing at?" Enoria frowned, a sudden surge of inexplicable irritation rising within her.

"I laugh at Your Highness, you're still so self-righteous." Lynn slowly straightened up. He didn't kneel down, but instead suddenly pulled something out of his pocket and slammed it hard on the desk next to him.

Enoria's movements suddenly stopped.

It was a scroll.

A yellowed sheepskin scroll with severely worn edges, exuding a strong earthy aura.

“You think I spent two hours rummaging through this pile of waste paper just to put on an act?” Lynn casually fiddled with the anti-magic chain on his wrist and pointed to the scroll on the table. “I certainly wouldn’t give you that kind of extinction array to deal with Holy Song City. But I never said that the Earth Shackles don’t exist.”

Enoria stared at the scroll, her breathing becoming rapid. She could clearly feel the extremely terrifying sealing aura remaining on the scroll; it was definitely some kind of strategic-level ancient magic array.

"What is this?" Enoria's voice trembled slightly.

“A fragment of the Forbidden Magic Techniques: Earth Scroll.” Lynn looked at her coldly. “That is, the Earth Shackles I told you about.”

"Impossible!" Enoria rushed to the table and grabbed the scroll. Although she was not a mage specializing in arrays, she still had a keen eye. Just by glancing at the intricate and dizzying runes on it, she knew that this thing was real.

"How could you really find this? You're not lying to me, are you?" Enoria looked up, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Lynn didn't answer. He suddenly leaned closer to Elolia: "Your Highness, you just said you were going to punish me?"

Chapter 199 Negotiating Conditions

Lynn suddenly leaned closer to Enolia: "Your Highness, you just said you were going to punish me?"

Enoria's gaze was fixed on the yellowed parchment scroll on the table, and her usually eloquent mouth was now completely silent.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Lynn chuckled. "Didn't you just want me to kneel down and kiss your feet, Your Majesty?"

He took a step forward, the magic-suppressing chains on his wrist rattling loudly.

Enoria instinctively took a half step back, the heel of her high heel hitting the scattered ancient books on the ground, causing her to stumble.

“You…” She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, “Where did you find this? There are hundreds of thousands of books here. Even if you have magic, it’s impossible to find a single fragment in just two hours!”