I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

The young king clapped.

Congratulations on making the right choice.

Yarwin's voice echoed in the empty audience hall.

Lynn stood there, her mind still reeling.

"Don't be so nervous." Yarwin stood up from his throne, holding a small booklet in his hand.

Yarwin tossed it casually.

The booklet landed precisely in Lynn's hands.

"What is this?" Lynn asked curiously.

“Metaphor,” Yarwin said. “An ancient forbidden art that can transfer calamity to other places.”

“Consider this your compensation for giving up the position of the Fool,” Yarwin said with a slight smile. “You won’t be disappointed.”

Lynn lowered his head and looked at the inconspicuous thin book at his feet.

Lynn put the book into his spatial ring and looked up at the young king on the throne.

"that's it?"

"That's it." Yarwin waved his hand. "You can go now."

He sat back on his throne, one leg casually draped over his shoulder, seemingly having lost interest in Lynn.

“Go through this door and turn right to the end, and an attendant will lead you out of the palace.”

Thank you.

Lynn followed the palace attendants out of the palace.

The midday sun shone on the white stone pavement of Ravenhill. The streets were lined with shops and bustling crowds. Everything was exactly the same as before he was teleported away, as if nothing had ever happened.

But in reality, he had already gone from a level 30 warlock to a level 55 warlock.

That's great.

Lynn stood on the steps in front of the palace gate, squinting at the afternoon sunlight for a while.

Then he thought of a very crucial question.

Where is Vigo?

Chapter Ninety-Five: Goodbye Anna

"Are you looking for me?"

A familiar voice came from behind me.

Lynn turned around and saw Vigo leaning against a stone pillar by the palace gate, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.

His injuries have mostly healed, and at least on the surface, there is no sign of anything unusual.

How did you know I was here?

“Never underestimate an assassin’s tracking ability.” Vigo straightened up. “Judging from your appearance, you must have passed the trial, right?”

"Passed?" Lynn's lips twitched. "I give up."

Vigo paused for a moment, then nodded without asking why.

This surprised Lynn quite a bit.

If it were someone else, they would probably ask a bunch of questions, but Vigo didn't.

"Where is the sacred object?" Lynn got straight to the point.

Vigo took something out of his waist.

It was a palm-sized glass bottle, completely transparent, containing about half a bottle of liquid.

The liquid was pale gold, shimmering slightly in the sunlight, and exuding an extremely faint aura of holiness.

"That's it?" Lynn took the bottle, examining it from all angles. "A bottle of water?"

"This is high-grade holy water personally refined by the archbishop, specifically used to purify hellish curses."

"Will it be extinguished if you pour it on?"

"Correct."

Lynn carefully put the holy water into his spatial ring. "Let's go."

"Walk?"

“Let’s go to Mount Nikolay.” Lynn looked at Vigo. “You said before that if I succeeded, you would come with me to rescue Anna.”

Vigo's expression stiffened slightly.

It was only for a moment, but Lynn caught it.

“There’s a teleportation array in the royal city.” Vigo quickly regained his composure. “I’ve already made arrangements so I can teleport directly to the vicinity of Mount Nikolay.”

Vigo said nothing more and turned to lead the way.

The two walked through the main street of the royal city, turned into a quiet alley, and finally came to an inconspicuous gray stone tower.

Two mages dressed in gray robes stood at the entrance of the stone tower. Upon seeing Vigo, they nodded slightly and stepped aside.

The interior of the stone tower was much more spacious than the exterior. A huge six-pointed star magic circle was carved on the central ground, with dozens of thumb-sized blue crystals embedded in the array, emitting a faint glow.

“Stand in the middle,” Vigo said.

Lynn walked to the center of the magic circle, and the crystal beneath his feet began to slowly light up.

Vigo followed him in and stood beside him.

"The teleportation process takes about ten seconds and may cause some dizziness."

"Ah."

The light from the magic circle grew brighter and brighter, and a blue pillar of light rose from the ground, enveloping the two of them.

My field of vision was completely blank.

The wind was whistling in my ears.

"boom."

Lynn's feet were back on solid ground.

He swayed, steadied himself, and opened his eyes.

What came into view was an unfamiliar mountain forest.

Tall pine trees blocked out the sun, and the air was filled with the damp scent of earth. In the distance, a majestic mountain peak soared into the clouds, its summit shrouded in gray clouds.

“The location is off.” Vigo frowned and looked around. “It’s about five or six kilometers off.”

"Five or six kilometers?" Lynn looked at the dense forest around him. "No problem."

"Let's go."

Lynn took a step, but after a couple of steps he realized there were no footsteps behind him.

He turned around.

Vigo stood still, without moving.

A clear hesitation appeared on that indifferent face.

“Go ahead,” Vigo said softly. “The holy water is with you; just take it with you.”

Lynn stopped, turned around, and looked at Vigo.

“I won’t go.” Vigo avoided Lynn’s gaze. “She doesn’t know me, so there’s no point in me going.”

Lynn remained silent for a few seconds.

He remembered the words Vigo had said as he lay dying in the Ash Wasteland.

“Tell Saint Anna that a man named Vigo is sorry that he couldn’t watch her grow up.”

At that time, Vigo thought he was going to die, which is why he said that.

But he is alive now.

To be alive means to face challenges.

"Come on," Lynn said calmly. "If there's anything, just explain it to each other face to face."

Vigo looked up at Lynn.

"What are you afraid of?" Lynn said. "Afraid she won't acknowledge you? Or afraid she'll hate you?"

Vigo did not speak.

“Whichever it is,” Lynn shrugged, “hiding from the public eye will only make things worse.”

“You don’t understand.” Vigo’s voice was a little hoarse. “I… am not qualified to stand in front of her.”

“Qualifications aren’t something you can decide for yourself.” Lynn turned around and continued walking northeast. “They’re the ones who decide.”

He didn't turn around.

But he heard footsteps behind him.

About forty minutes later, Lynn saw a familiar sight.

At the foot of the mountain, a small village with scattered wooden houses and wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys.

It looked almost exactly the same as when he left.

The only difference was that there was a simple wooden fence at the entrance of the village. Several villagers were carrying hoes back from the fields. When they saw Lynn, they were stunned at first, and then their expressions of surprise and delight appeared.

"It is Lord Lynn."

"He's back!"

Several villagers dropped their hoes and ran over, surrounding Lynn and chattering amongst themselves.

Lynn was so surrounded that she could hardly breathe, so she quickly prepared to escape and head to the top of the mountain.

An elderly woman stepped forward and lowered her voice: "Her Highness the Holy Maiden has not allowed anyone to approach these days. The silver-haired girl brings her food every day, but she can only leave it at the door."

Lynn's heart clenched.

"I understand." He nodded. "Thank you."

He bypassed the village and headed towards the mountaintop, with Vigo following behind him, always keeping a few steps away.

Soon after, Lynn saw the familiar little cabin.

A tray with untouched bread and water sat at the entrance of the cabin.

A person was sitting on a large rock next to the wooden house.

Lisa's long, silvery-white hair swayed slightly in the wind, her dark eyes fixed intently on the longsword in her hand.

Hearing footsteps, Lisa suddenly raised her head, and the sword in her hand was instantly drawn, its sharp edge pointing directly at the person who came.

Then she saw Lynn's face clearly.

"You're back."

Her voice was soft, as indifferent as usual.

"Yes." Lynn stepped forward. "I'm back."

Lisa sheathed her sword, stood up, and looked Lynn up and down, her gaze lingering on him for a few seconds.

“You’ve become stronger,” she said.

"You can tell?"

“The aura is different.” Lisa’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. “It’s much stronger than when it left.”

"Where is Her Highness?" Lynn looked at the wooden house. "Is she inside?"

Lisa nodded, her expression darkening.

“The karmic fire keeps burning,” she said. “His Highness won’t let anyone get close, for fear that the karmic fire will spread.”