章節 43: Advancing Towards the Clock Tower
Vast, desolate, and eerily silent—these have been the almost eternal themes of this place, both in the past and present.
Since the establishment of Tianxin City, the clock tower has stood unwavering, forever accompanied by an air of solitude. On ordinary days, only the maintenance workers occasionally visit, and apart from that, it remains as deserted as an abandoned graveyard.
Within the clock tower, Xiao Mu Yu and Freya walked in silence, slowly ascending the wooden staircase. The creaking of the ancient steps shattered the stillness that enveloped the tower.
The night was profoundly dark.
"Crack."
A soft sound caused Xiao Mu Yu to pause, his cold gaze fixed on the imposing door before him, which led to the topmost level of the clock tower.
"Um… Mr. Xiao Mu Yu, what's wrong?" Freya inquired, her curiosity piqued by the man's sudden halt. "Why aren't we moving?"
His icy stare shifted as he turned, landing coldly on Freya's face. "This door bears an arcane seal. The entire upper level of the clock tower is shrouded in an invisible arcane force, rendering it akin to a sealed chamber."
"The power of this seal is likely being manipulated by the Ezreal you mentioned. Clearly, he has imprisoned a ninth-tier powerhouse within. As long as he does not lift the seal, we cannot enter. Shall I break this seal?"
"Seal?" Freya's striking aquamarine eyes widened in surprise. "Earlier, Ezreal mentioned he was seeking Warwick. Could it be that he has imprisoned Warwick inside?"
"Your deduction holds a ninety percent probability of being correct."
Xiao Mu Yu replied indifferently, "I have encountered Ezreal before; his strength is insufficient to exert overwhelming dominance over Warwick. Conversely, his abilities are undoubtedly inferior to Warwick's. Thus, to achieve his objectives, employing arcane forces to confine his opponent is a plausible strategy, yet he has overlooked one crucial detail."
"His own strength is already lacking compared to Warwick's, and now he must divide his focus to maintain the seal. Should Warwick's patience wear thin, Ezreal will likely struggle to withstand his furious retaliation," Xiao Mu Yu remarked coldly. "One must commend the audacity of such a reckless youth."
"Ah…" Freya sighed in exasperation, feeling a headache coming on. "This fellow truly remains as troublesome as ever. It seems I must trouble you, Mr. Xiao Mu Yu; please, break this seal."
"…" Xiao Mu Yu's cold gaze shifted from the water songstress, his voice icy. "A trifling task."
"Swish."
With a flourish of his cloak, Xiao Mu Yu drew a tattered longsword from beneath it, pointing it coldly at the towering wooden door, effortlessly slicing through the air.
"Boom."
In the unseen space, a faint thud echoed as a golden arcane glow flickered across the imposing door, vanishing in an instant. The next moment, the door swung open with a resounding crash.
As the door opened, a figure burst forth, darting past the two standing at the threshold, and with a crash, shattered a nearby window before vanishing from sight.
"Warwick!!!" A furious shout erupted from within, as the golden-haired youth rushed out, only to helplessly watch the figure disappear into the enveloping darkness through the shattered window.
"Ha ha… Mr. Ezreal, it seems even the goddess does not wish for me to remain, sending assistance to break my seal. Ha ha ha… I shall take my leave now; I imagine my dear subordinates and beloved disciples are eagerly awaiting my return. Until next time, Mr. Ezreal! As for Tianxin City… well, I entrust it to you. I have faith that you will resolve this great dilemma. Ha ha ha…"
With a furious glare, Ezreal watched the figure fade into the thick night, then abruptly turned to the indifferent man at the staircase, coldly demanding, "Did you break my seal and allow Warwick to escape?"
"Ah, indeed," Xiao Mu Yu replied, nodding nonchalantly. "I did."
His frigid tone conveyed a sense of indifference, as if he had merely shattered a trivial, inconsequential vessel.
It was evident that Ezreal was infuriated by the man's apathetic demeanor. "You again! Why can't you do something beneficial for once? Is it so difficult for you to perform a good deed?! Will you die if you don't cause trouble?!"
"Ah, a good deed…?" Xiao Mu Yu mused coldly, lifting his gaze. "In a certain sense, my act of breaking your seal is indeed a good deed; at the very least, it spared you from being annihilated by the ninth-tier powerhouse whose patience was wearing thin."
"Annihilated… into dust? Heh…" Ezreal scoffed, his tone barely concealing his anger.
The golden arcane glow emanated from his wrist, a manifestation of his suppressed fury. "Do you think me a fool? Knowing that my opponent is stronger, would I recklessly imprison him in an arcane cage without preparation?"
"Your actions are of no concern to me," Xiao Mu Yu stated indifferently. "Whether or not you were prepared is irrelevant. I was merely hired to assist you in resolving your troubles; breaking the seal was simply part of my task."
"Hired? By whom? Could it be…" Ezreal turned in astonishment to the blue-haired woman beside him, incredulity etched on his face. "Is it you, Sister Freya? Did you hire him?"
"Um… ah, yes," Freya replied with an awkward laugh. "It's true that I hired him, but there's no need for such a strong reaction, is there? After all, having another person on our side adds to our strength. He is a ninth-tier powerhouse, and surely he will be of help."
"But this guy is the very kidnapper of Sister Freya!"
Ezreal's face contorted in conflict. "Are you really so quick to forgive him? He doesn't seem like a good person; is it wise to hire him? Do you truly believe he won't stab us in the back?"
"Well, well… considering that Mr. Xiao Mu Yu is also a ninth-tier powerhouse, I trust he wouldn't engage in such disgraceful behavior, right? Would you, Mr. Mu Yu?" Freya turned to him with a smile.
"Stab in the back…?" Xiao Mu Yu pondered for a moment, then replied with a cold, expressionless demeanor, "That does seem like a rather appealing suggestion."
"…"
"…"
In that instant, Freya felt an overwhelming sense of foreboding, as if she had unwittingly committed a grave error.
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