How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 90 Transferred to the Army

History has changed.

Kane understood, then turned and said goodbye to Lady Mistweaver.

After learning that the royal representative was using the descendants of the Drow to hold a stigmata ceremony and build a demon legion, Lady Weaver will probably send a letter to the forces behind the scenes very soon.

It turns out there was nothing wrong with the plan.

After all, under the spells represented by the Bewitching School and the Necromancer School, demons, whether alive or dead, cannot escape control.

However, if the royal representative is a member of the demon cult, then his proposal is fraught with danger.

After all, in his material plane, no one knew better than the Demon Cult how to manipulate demons...

When Kane left his residence and said goodbye to Zeya, she looked at him as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

"Zeya...please call Aiselin for me...and we might be moving..."

Upon hearing this, Zeya instinctively widened her eyes.

……

Leaving the nameless shop, Kane walked through the Alchemy Workshop area and arrived at the outer market.

"With the Night's Watch's pay, I now have over three hundred gold coins. Let's see if I can use my material identification ability to spot any leaks."

"My current alchemy skills are more than enough to craft enchanted equipment of Trick-or-Trick level..."

But when he arrived at the market, the sight there made him frown.

The place was bustling with people, but the prices of all goods, whether healing potions or standard weapons, had increased several times over.

Most of the stall owners adopted a "take it or leave it" attitude, and although the adventurers grumbled, they still had no choice but to pay up.

"Long time no see, Kane."

A familiar voice came from behind him, and Kane turned his head.

He saw the halfling who sold him the Frostbite Scimitar standing behind a stall not far away, grinning and beckoning him.

He also has another identity: he is Shar's teammate in "The Lamplighters".

The two had met before when they fought a giant fleshwalker in the sewers, but they didn't talk about it in detail then.

Kane nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze sweeping over Pippen's stall.

There were more weapons than last time, but the workmanship of each one was average, none of them were enchanted, and the materials were also quite ordinary, not meeting the requirements for enchanting.

"Do you have any enchanted weapons?" Kane asked directly. "Cursed weapons will do too."

Pippen hurriedly waved his hands: "Don't talk nonsense!"

He coughed twice, lowering his voice.

"If you want to buy enchanted weapons, you can try some insider trades... but the prices aren't cheap right now."

Even a basic enchanted weapon with only the Trick enchantment costs thousands of gold.

"Thousands of gold coins?" Kane suddenly realized.

"War, everyone understands."

Pippen explained.

"The bounty issued by the ruling council this time is 200 gold coins for capturing a Drow civilian alive, and more than 500 gold coins for a professional."

So many adventurers flocked here, even teams from distant royal cities appeared.

"In short, if you only have a few hundred gold coins, it's best not to consider enchanting equipment."

"Look here, this antidote is only fifty gold coins now, want to consider it?"

Kane didn't reply.

War is indeed a driving force behind soaring prices.

But the antidotes and healing potions at Pippen's stall were barely anything to him.

Even if it's just to conceal the immortality trait, any green apple juice would suffice as a substitute for a potion.

He casually asked about Shar's recent situation, and Pippen said that she had taken on a lot of assignments recently and was very busy.

Kane wasn't surprised. He had seen the demon cult abandoning its lower-level followers and using their lives to cover up their true intentions during the capture of the sorcerer Ansel.

Shar's Lantern Bearers squad specializes in eradicating evil and has a wider range of responsibilities.

"But the more they give up, the bigger their scheme must be," Kane thought.

As the two were talking, they heard arguing nearby.

A wrinkled woman gripped the arm of a young man who held an old one-handed sword and was wearing leather armor.

"Russell, please don't go, okay? Fighting the drow descendants has nothing to do with you, there's no need to take the risk..."

"Don't try to persuade me."

The young man looked impatient.

"It's rare for the ruling council to offer such a bounty; a drow slave is worth two hundred gold coins!"

"If we catch two of them, we can move out of District Six and buy a small house in District Five."

"But Russell," the woman choked out.

"Your father died on an adventure, and your brother died on the battlefield... Are you going to leave me all alone to live on?"

"That's enough!"

The young man shoved her away forcefully, gritted his teeth, and bought a short sword from the stall with a bag of silver coins—a sword that Kane considered a flawed product.

Then he turned and left, seemingly to meet up with another group of people wearing leather armor.

The woman watched his retreating figure, and finally couldn't help but squat down and sob.

Those around were used to this sight; they simply shook their heads, and no one stepped forward to offer comfort.

"Sigh, this kind of thing happens every day," Pippen sighed. "The whole city has gone mad."

Kane remained silent.

He certainly understood the ruling council's intentions.

Most of these apprentice adventurers, drawn by money, will only become cannon fodder and perish in the dark forest.

Only professional teams and regular armies can truly capture prisoners.

In this way, the ruling parliament can mobilize a large number of cannon fodder with only a small amount of money.

"But the Lamplighters and the Night's Watchmen don't have to go to the battlefield," Pippen muttered.

Kane nodded.

The Lantern Bearers target cults and undead creatures, while the Night's Watch is responsible for maintaining order in the city and upholding royal rule; neither is involved in the main battlefield.

The real opponents of the Drow are the regular legions under the city guard.

……

The Night Watch headquarters, the thirteenth squad's base.

After Kane and Captain Reed finished discussing the recent missions, Reed was clearly aware of Kane's previous surveillance operation.

He looked at Kane and said, "Kane, these are not things an ordinary Night's Watchman should delve into... Choose to let go."

Reed's words were sincere, and Kane understood.

The other party is a royal representative, who can influence the entire war-torn city;

He was just an ordinary Night Watchman, whose apparent strength was not even at the level of a second-tier captain.

But he couldn't let go if he allowed the other party to continue with their plan.

Then the entire city of war, and even the Kingdom of Nord, will be destroyed by the demon's claws.

Kane didn't say much, only replying, "I understand."

Reed breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had agreed, and then instructed, "Don't do any field missions while we're clearing out the Drow."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a knock sounded on the door.

Hans pushed the door open and paused for a moment when he saw Kane, then winked at Reed.

The two went outside and spoke in hushed tones. When Reed returned, his face was extremely grim, and he looked at Kane with a hesitant expression.

"What's wrong?" Kane asked.

Reed remained silent for a long time before speaking with difficulty:

"The city guards have sent a transfer order..."

The scout squadron lost some men during the mission with necromancer Flynn last time, and we hope you can join the army and participate in this campaign to eliminate the drow.

It is said that the ruling council was also involved behind the scenes.

His face was grave: "I will protest to higher authorities, don't worry."

Kane patted him on the shoulder and said calmly:

"Don't go. Don't forget, I'm a dead disciple."

According to the Yom Kippur Act, the earliest Dead Apostles were created to fight the Drow.

Reed remained silent, while Sienna, Gavin, and others, having received the news, rushed over, their faces filled with worry.

Sienna hesitated, then Kane smiled, patted her shoulder, and offered a few words of comfort.

Despite knowing the chances were slim, the group still went to the general affairs department together, hoping to find a way to turn things around for him.

"It seems that even though I used disguise techniques during my previous surveillance, I still alerted the enemy."

"However, at least we've figured out who's behind this. The question now is, what else will they do after they transfer me to the army?"

Many thoughts flashed through Kane's mind.

His high-profile pursuit of the demon cult's leader in War City, including the capture of the necromancer Flynn and the ghoul, naturally drew attention to him.

But the fact that he was only transferred from the Night's Watch by decree now is probably still due to concerns about the Inquisitor and the Mistress of the Mist behind him.

"They wouldn't dare to attack me directly in the city; that would be too conspicuous."

"The most likely scenario is that they will arrange a mission that will inevitably lead to my death, so that I will 'die on the battlefield,' and then secretly capture me to continue the Stigmata ritual."

After all, summoning Aurath was the Patriarch's order.

Kane suddenly laughed.

That's perfect.

To advance further, it was time for him to leave; otherwise, his rapid progress would inevitably arouse suspicion.

Not long ago he was just a formal spellcaster. If he has reached the second tier in such a short time, it is bound to arouse suspicion.

Besides, there's not much point in staying with the Night's Watch.

He has already acquired the prerequisite knowledge for advancing to the second tier; what he currently lacks is experience and skill points.

First-circle spells are sufficient for now, and knowledge of second-circle spells can be acquired from other countries, such as the Elven Court of Susas.

Kane's thoughts raced.

There are several clues worth investigating in the Susas Elven Court:

Lady Mistweaver's background seems to be related to him; he promised Master Scimitar a mission to deliver a message; the Dark Brotherhood also has a base there, which would facilitate subsequent operations...

However, there was no time to say goodbye to everyone.

Kane's gaze swept over the 13th Squad's barracks; everything he had experienced here had left him with some feelings.

……

boom.

The door was pushed open, and Reed and the others returned with grim expressions.

Sienna looked at Kane with a troubled expression, but he only smiled and showed no sign of frustration.

"I heard this transfer order was signed by that royal representative," Reed said in a deep voice.

"The Night Watch must cooperate, and all Dead Apostles capable of fighting must participate in the battle... In addition to you, Talia and other Dead Apostles have also been conscripted."

Because of the high mortality rate, the presiding judge deemed this request reasonable.

Kane was not surprised.

He was not familiar with the presiding judge, and it was reasonable for the other side to prioritize sending suicide bombers to avoid casualties among regular team members.

Sienna looked at him, hesitated, and finally managed to squeeze out only one sentence: "Kane, be careful."

Gavin and the others patted him on the shoulder.

"I still have some merit points. Do you want to use them first? Try to improve your strength as much as possible," Sienna asked.

Kane shook his head.

Currently, unless one acquires a second-circle spell, it will be difficult to achieve a qualitative leap in strength, and most first-circle spells are not powerful enough.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," he reassured her.

"Then... when you come back, can you come to my house for dinner?"

Sienna's blue eyes shone with anticipation.

Kane looked into her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

Everyone else smiled too.

Just then, a soldier wearing city guard armor walked in and gestured "please" to Kane with a blank expression.

Watching Kane's departing figure, Sienna silently recited in her heart:

You must come back safely.