Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1057 - 689: No Swindling, Cheating, or Deceiving_3
Facing the professor's comfort, the King forced a smile.
"I leave this matter to you, professor."
"Yes."
Turci nodded and then said, "By the way, there's one more thing."
Meeting Banto's gaze, she seriously said:
"Please issue a manhunt for Edgar, treating him as a top-level wanted criminal."
A manhunt for Edgar? Wasn't he already dead?
"There's definitely something suspicious; someone like him couldn't have died so easily at the hands of the Demon Clan. Also, I have a slave contract with him. Although the contract became null after his death, I didn't feel anything when he died, which doesn't align with the contract's effects."
She presented a very reasonable deduction:
"He might have faked his death to escape, and we must capture him back."
A very reasonable speculation.
If Edgar wanted to escape, although dying at the hands of the Demon Clan seems unusual, the national atmosphere of celebration after the Battle Festival was too ideal for a getaway. Moreover, he dropped the bombshell of Younka's memoirs, which likely plunged the Warrior Country into temporary chaos, leaving people too busy to pay him any mind. By the time the chaos subsides, he would have long since vanished.
This was Turci's speculation based on her understanding of that guy, perhaps exactly what Edgar's thought process was.
"Alright, I understand."
Banto's face darkened, and his tone was as if he was going to kill someone.
Soon after, Edgar's wanted notice was posted and quickly spread throughout the country.
Warrior Country, Imperial Capital.
"Such a high bounty, it's terrifying! What on earth did this guy do that's so heinous?"
"If I could catch him, I'd never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of my life."
People gathered in front of the bulletin board, discussing the wanted notice, while nearby, guards were chasing a few raggedly dressed people, adding to the chaotic scene.
They were guards capturing refugees from Scameroon again.
The locals were used to such scenes and even started betting on which side would have the last laugh.
After some time, a refugee nervously poked his head out of an alley, finally letting out a long sigh of relief upon realizing he had shaken off the guards.
"Damn it, isn't Mad Fire supposed to be well-known in this country? Why did they call the guards when I said I had faith in Mad Fire while preaching..."
This person was a typical Scameroon person, classic in the sense of being flexible in changing or even creating beliefs for personal gain.
These people often seek quick results without much insight, leading to frequent failures.
Just like this guy claiming to believe in Mad Fire, he heard that Mad Fire is well-known in the Warrior Country.
But it seems he didn't investigate the reason for Mad Fire's notoriety at all and went out under the guise of Mad Fire peddling lies.
"It must have been a mistake earlier; maybe I just happened to run into someone who doesn't like the Faith of Mad Fire... Damn it, I haven't eaten in four days; this time, I must succeed at deceiv—uh, preaching!"
The refugee walked down the alley until he suddenly saw someone ahead.
His eyes lit up because the person squatting in the alley with his back to him was an old man.
An old man, the easiest crowd to deceive!
"Hello, you lost lamb, I have received whispers from the God, and I am here to guide you in your life's direction."
The refugee straightened his clothes and walked up while speaking in a chanting voice.
Indeed, his tone was quite fitting, like a devout believer, with quite good skills.
However, the old man he spoke to remained unmoved.
The refugee frowned and continued:
"The Mad Fire God I believe in has brought you revelation; can you not hear it?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
At this point, the old man finally reacted.
"What did you just say... what do you believe in?"
The old man—Dorian turned his head to stare at the refugee, blood dribbling from his mouth.
In front of him lay the mangled carcass of a large beast.
