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The woman answered without hesitation: “They can enter, but you can't? Then what are you living for? Useless trash!”

Granin Sack and the others behind him, who had also manifested in human form, went from green to purple, finally settling on a mottled red and green… the bright straw-colored skin of the opposite side made it all the more striking.

This is the consequence of cooperating with a madman.

But then again, whether the one behind the scenes is the Flame Tyrant or Amanata, no one except madmen and emotionless liches would cooperate with them.

Even madmen, only those from small, ignorant worlds on the fringes would think they could play together.

Although, when cooperating with a madman, it's the unfortunate subordinates who personally participate who suffer, but in the end, when the gods begin to make direct contact, it's the madman who can't take it.

Downton, crouching in his cloak, stirred slightly… he actually wanted to verify this rumor.

But he immediately stopped this pointless little thought.

Although the Rain Goddess has done many evil deeds, she doesn't deserve this… at least, not to him.

Besides, he didn't want this goddess, whose perception of color was too sloppy and who was likely colorblind due to being born from a bubble, to exist in front of him for so long.

Too painful.

Although he is Downton now, he doesn't think his disguise can fool the Storm Lord.

Furthermore, the Hamilton siblings, whose identities are delicate, also know his identity.

One thing, if a second person knows, it can quickly spread in all directions!

With the number of people who know this matter now, it's enough for the whole world to know.

Although crouching steadily, 'Downton' was actually preparing himself for some resistance training.

He can loathe this kind of thing, but he can't let it affect his combat power… Downton can hide, but Lowry Montes cannot.

He must be able to quickly kill and burn all scourges when someone really disgusts him in this way!

Then the Downton mage carefully smoothed his cloak… but before that, while he is still Downton, let it be!

Almes naturally didn't feel anything about the scene before him.

At least in this world, whether enemies or allies, they would assume the woman in front of them was a madman, and wouldn't think this was the behavior of a true god.

So, he still had the leisure to observe the Downton mage crouching on the ground and not getting up, and was secretly pondering something… the lord of Qingfeng Territory, whom Earl Ezra Hamilton had invited several times without success, probably didn't look down on his status, but couldn't accept his colorful crystals.

Downton didn't care, anyway, he wouldn't be 'forced' to live in that rainbow castle, he only needed to choose a house facing away from the castle at night.

It was the two people from the Storm Church who were truly frightened.

Perhaps because they almost ended up with those unlucky guys who turned into water, Blair and Serestia's expressions settled on unpleasant after several changes.

Evelyn Costa looked around and then said seriously to the two Storm believers: “The Storm Lord is really good to you.

He actually let you suffer no other blows besides conspiracy, treachery, evil, and shamelessness!”

Almes asked with interest: “Could it be that you…”

Evelyn Costa raised her head and chest, saying proudly: “Brave warriors never avoid any danger or threat!

We will definitely rise to the challenge!”

Even crouching on the ground, Downton still couldn't control his吐槽: “It's just going wherever there's fun, no different from a harbinger of doom.

If it can't bring doom to others, it has to bring doom to itself.”

“You just have a mouth, don't you?” Evelyn Costa angrily slammed her hammer on the ground, stirring up a layer of dust and air waves, directly blowing open Downton's large cloak.

The Downton mage mumbled and lowered his head, rearranging his cloak, no longer daring to say his witty remarks.

“Hmph~” Evelyn Costa curled her lips contemptuously.

Almes helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth… it seemed that even if this one hadn't guessed who Downton was, she definitely understood that Downton had another identity.

She probably thought he was an informant of His Majesty Travis.

Although it was a bit funny, His Majesty Travis himself, and Prince Leon, whom he valued, were a bit out of tune, so their subordinates were also quite… smooth yet rampant, stubborn yet silky.

Downton's identity also belonged to the Northern Capital.

The identity of the Northern Kingdom was already difficult to forge, let alone the capital.

As long as it was determined to be fake, there would inevitably be a sufficiently powerful force, even one that could make the royal family compromise, to take action.

The combination of the two naturally made a royal secret agent more likely.

Who would have thought of a mage lord!

Although everyone knew that His Majesty Travis greatly appreciated Lowry Montes, no one would think that he would use the resources of the royal family just for this appreciation… faking an identity that could be confirmed by the Adventurers' Alliance was not easy at all.

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“What are you still spacing out there for!” Perhaps it was the cursing and dissatisfaction with her allies that made her regain a little rationality, and the arrogant colorful woman's speech became a little more organized, “Aren't you going to open that net!

I want to grind them into pulp and feed it to their master!”

Granin Sack angrily took a few breaths, but in the end, he still led people to attack the airtight spider web cage.

They clearly understood Almes's fighting style, and never thought of opening a gap from other parts of the spider web cage, directly heading towards the area where Casimir was located.

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Almes's face instantly turned cold… he had lived in the Northern Royal Palace for many years, and this set of combat methods was also created with the assistance of the royal court mages.

Besides his parents and sister, Casimir, who was learning to cooperate with him, and the Bowen father and son, no one else on the Hamilton side knew.

He absolutely didn't believe that these people would betray him… not because he was naive, but because he understood that his identity and status weren't worth that much.

So, the problem must be in the Northern Royal Palace.

And the mage who helped him create this combat system back then could be said to be the mainstay of the royal family, even more important than Arsaran, the open grand mage… the foundation of the royal family in the profession of mage was entirely controlled by him.

His strength was even more extraordinary.

This was an old ancestor who could have gone to the Astral Realm but stayed for the continuation of the royal family.

Almes naturally wouldn't suspect him.

However, since the old ancestor valued the family so much, he certainly couldn't abandon family affection… although he himself had no descendants, his younger brother from the same mother did.

Unfortunately, although there were indeed people with mage talent among his brother's descendants, this talent didn't seem to be as strong as Almes, who had switched careers halfway.

Almes's skills were all in the Thousand Silk Spider Web Vines… at least it seemed so, his own mana bar and the types and number of spells he controlled were pitifully small.

Even someone like him was inferior, even if they received more benefits, they would only be mediocre… and an insurmountable barrier.

Almes had felt those jealous and vicious gazes, but this kind of impotent rage was commonplace for him, he only needed to pay a little attention.

Moreover, don't think that the old mage was very caring for his relatives, but he was also extremely fair.

All the benefits given to his relatives came from his own pocket.

Although it still took a little advantage of the public, allowing someone who was originally unqualified to mix into the ranks of the talented, no one would care about this at all.

He wasn't unqualified, he just mixed in a bit.

In addition, the old mage's care wasn't actually that comfortable… his every move was almost within the range of his perception, except for staring a few times and making a few sarcastic remarks, he couldn't do anything else.

So, the court mages really didn't care about this guy who had been staying on the training ground.

Including Almes himself.

Unexpectedly, this kind of guy also… dared to take the wrong path?

Almes didn't care at all about the leaked information.

Being unhappy was certain, but what idiot would expose all their abilities in public?

The old mage himself knew this, so when he taught the mages to create this combined spell tactic, he mainly talked about the internal connections, why this string of things put together could achieve the greatest effect… the mages who returned to their own territory would naturally slowly create their own set of things.

Only a guy who didn't have enough brains would really use that thing as the Bible.

Almes touched his face and looked up and thought… he still couldn't remember the other party's name and appearance, he only knew that he was the old mage's follower who liked to wear black and gold robes.

Tsk~ It seems that their spell training room needs a new teacher.

Damn it, why did he have to see this flaw!

Almes, who didn't want to report but had to do so, was extremely upset.