The Wizarding World's Forbidden Book Administrator

Chapter 292 Internal Hidden Dangers

Chapter 292 Internal Hidden Dangers

"Have you found the cause yet?"

Chris got off the carriage and quickly walked towards the horse's saddle.

Seeing Einar waiting ahead, Chris called out loudly.

Einar bowed to Chris, then walked to Chris's side and slightly behind, following him as he whispered a reply:

"It's impossible to confirm at the moment, but I think it might be an internal issue."

"So what have you been doing all this time?"

Chris turned around, his right eye wide open, and questioned him.

Ennar replied in a fearful voice, "I'm very sorry, Elder, but this matter is extremely difficult to investigate."

"Stop making lame excuses. Tell me the specific difficulties you're facing!"

Chris looked to his left front, where his wizard legion stood in neat rows on horseback.

"I was just about to explain,"

Enal came to Chris's side and gestured to his right.

"Elder, the meeting room is this way."

Chris gave the other person a cold look and went inside.

He went straight to the head seat and sat down, followed by the other two people who went inside.

Although Chris was very reluctant to offer them seats, he finally said, somewhat reluctantly, in order to facilitate the conversation:

"Please sit down."

After the two were seated, Ainar stared intently at the round-faced man in his twenties sitting opposite him:

"Elder, who is this—"

"This is the herald you've been longing for. He finally arrived at my Saddle Square a few days ago, not to come with me to the front lines."

"Elder Ennar, I have already heard about you at Saddle Square. My name is Marshall Fletcher, introduced by the Herald Academy..."

Having already assumed the role of Herald of the Elders, I hope to work closely with the Elders in the future.

After introducing himself, Marshall bowed to Einar to express his gratitude.

"Of course," Ainar returned the greeting. "Thank goodness, Master Marshall, you've finally arrived. There's been so much going on in the community."

I simply cannot manage this all by myself; I hope you can offer some good advice to the elders.

"That is my duty."

"Enough!" Chris shouted impatiently. "I came to Snowplane Plaza, not to listen to your flirtatious talk."

After speaking, Einar and Marshall said nothing more, simply nodding to each other before quietly looking at Chris.

Chris then continued their conversation from outside:

"Half a month ago, Lanchuan Square suddenly fell and was seized by the Eastern Community. This is the first time since the establishment of the Central Community that it has lost territory. What exactly happened, and why did this happen?!"

Chris was furious about this, and the moment he heard the news, he smashed the cup in his hand and broke a chair.

Since his rise to power, although the expansion of his territory has briefly stalled.

But for most of the time, they won one battle after another, and the territory of the central community continued to grow.

However, this time, an entire city was lost.

Chris absolutely cannot ignore this; fate is either cyclical or ascending.

Clearly, there's a cyclical tendency here, and Chris has suffered too many losses in this cycle.

This time he will definitely not fall for it; he must cut it off before the cycle takes shape!

"I've investigated," Ainar said. "There's no problem with the patrols at Blue River Square. However, the soldiers from the Eastern Community happened to enter our blind spot and seized the entire square in one fell swoop."

"Our troops stationed at Lanchuan Square have suffered more than half their losses, and the rest have retreated to Xue Square. Elder, those are the ones you just saw in the horses."

Chris narrowed his eyes: "A coincidence? Humph! I don't believe there are that many coincidences in this world."

Even though Chris has the power of destiny, he still needs to work hard to reach the pinnacle of destiny, and he will never be easily convinced by a mere "coincidence".

"I think so too," Ainar nodded immediately. "Since the establishment of the Central Community, the Eastern Community seems to be very wary of our wizard army, and therefore has repeatedly avoided battle."

"This was their first time taking the initiative, yet they managed to capture one of our squares in one fell swoop. To attribute it solely to coincidence and luck would be a serious lack of caution."

Chris asked, "If it's not a coincidence, then what do you think it is?"

"I think Elder Ainar means that there are problems within our organization."

Marshall, who had been listening in, suddenly interjected, saying that Chris knew Marshall must have thought of something when he saw Einar nod in time:

"Go on."

Marshall nodded and then spoke:

"Since our patrols are not problematic, yet we were able to find a loophole in one fell swoop, if it is not a coincidence, then there is only one possibility: the enemy knows our patrol deployment."

Chris sniffed: "You mean, there's a traitor in my army?"

Einar nodded: "I think that's at least an inside man."

"Then find it quickly!" Chris slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"That's exactly what I was thinking, which is why I had the troops withdrawn from Lanchuan Square line up separately in Maji, instead of merging them into the local garrison."

Chris directly expressed his dissatisfaction: "And you still haven't found the mole!"

Ainar nodded: "Elder, this is a very difficult process. We have no way of knowing when the mole infiltrated our army, or he may have betrayed us midway."

"Just reviewing the soldiers' personal data takes a lot of time, and filtering out valuable intelligence is an even more difficult task."

Chris asked, puzzled, "So you mean it's very likely we won't be able to find the mole?"

Einar lowered his head and remained silent, and Chris knew the answer. He was about to get angry when Marshall spoke up:

"Elder, if I may be so bold, clearing up internal troubles is always more complicated and difficult than dealing with external threats, as history has proven. This process will inevitably be lengthy, and efforts may not necessarily be rewarded. I believe that Elder Ainar should not be overly criticized in this matter."

"But if we can't find the mole, the hidden danger will always exist."

Chris felt increasingly horrified as he thought about it, and couldn't help but scratch his head.

"If I can lose one city because of this, I'll lose a second! I cannot let this happen!"

cycle!

This is absolutely a cycle of fate!

Chris's fear intensified.

Because of the cycle of fate, he lost his left eye, left ear, and left arm.

And its return is undoubtedly aimed at taking more from Chris.

Fate is either cyclical or ascending!

The key to mastering destiny is to never overlook any possible cycle!

Chris's eyes grew increasingly gloomy, the sound of breaking the loop echoing in his mind.

Suddenly, he thought of a brilliant idea:

"Now that we've confirmed the mole is among the remaining soldiers, wouldn't executing them all perfectly resolve this threat?"

Upon hearing this, Ainar appeared slightly surprised, while Marshall stared in shock, his eyes widening.

Marshall hurriedly advised, "Elder, there have been many massacres in history, but none have involved the massacre of one's own people. Please reconsider!"

"Don't talk to me about history," Chris squinted his right eye. "Hesitation will only lead to greater losses."

"And massacres are not without their harms," ​​Marshall insisted. "Once done, it will inevitably affect morale and severely damage our army's combat effectiveness, offering absolutely no benefit to the future fighting in the Central Community!"

That's why Chris dislikes these bookworms; they only spout grand theories but offer no practical help.

Chris stared at Marshall: "So, tell me, what should we do now?"

Marshall's lips parted, but in the end, he didn't utter a single word.

Look! Chris is grinning, I knew I wasn't mistaken!

But after Marshall's reminder, Chris did realize that this was a dilemma.

But the more caught in a dilemma, the less one should hesitate.

The number of deaths is just a number.

Chris couldn't stand by and watch his fate repeat itself!

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look?!

Chris's right eyeball suddenly rolled around a few times, then he grinned.

He looked at Ainar: "Are you sure the mole is among those soldiers outside?"

Ainar nodded: "I didn't even know the specific patrol plan before, so the mole must be lurking in Lanchuan Square, unless he has already died in battle or escaped in advance."

Chris said no more and got up to leave the meeting room.

Upon seeing this, Ainar immediately inquired:

"Elder, where are you going?"

Chris didn't answer; he had no obligation to tell these people his plans.

He went outside and found that Einar and Marshall had followed him.

Let them do whatever they want.

Chris walked toward the ranks of the horses, passing them one by one and scanning them with his sharp eyes.

However, Chris also activated his own ability at the same time.

He can harness power to gain a unique perspective on the fate and trends of all things.

In other words, the radiation of fate.

The more pronounced an individual's radiation, the greater their impact on the world.

If there is indeed a traitor within this army, then he will inevitably be able to influence the landscape of conflict between communities on the frozen continent.

The influence of this person's fate will inevitably be extremely pronounced.

Suddenly, Chris noticed that one of the people had particularly high levels of radiation, and immediately gave the order:

"You, step forward."

Upon hearing this, the man immediately took a step forward.

Chris didn't stop there; he continued to observe.

Every time a soldier with high levels of radiation is seen, he is ordered to step out of the line.

Fate's guidance is always ambiguous; it can only give people a general direction, something Chris has experienced firsthand.

He couldn't determine whether those emitting noticeable radiation were truly only affecting the central community.

It's even more impossible to tell whether their influence is good or bad.

Since it's difficult to distinguish them, then let's not distinguish them at all.

Soon, Chris had summoned all the people who had significant exposure to radiation.

There were more than a hundred people in total, lined up in a remote open space.

Just then, Ainar finally couldn't help but ask:

"Elder, why did you summon these people?"

Chris replied, "Among the moles."

"You said there was a mole—"

Ainar's eyes widened, clearly shocked.

"But how did you know?"

Chris smiled smugly: "I just knew it."

Ainal's surprise hadn't faded much, but he became calm and serious:

"I understand, Elder. I will focus on investigating these people and find the real mole as soon as possible. The scope has been narrowed down so much that the probability of finding the mole has greatly increased."

Chris waved his hand gently: "There's no need to go through all that trouble. Since the culprit is among them, why not just kill them all? After all, your investigation might be wrong. Only in this way can we ensure that nothing goes wrong."

After listening, Ainar didn't say much, which clearly showed that he agreed with Chris's idea.

But Marshall immediately objected: "No! Elders! This is a massacre! I've already told you the consequences of doing this!"

Compared to wizards, heralds are ultimately too focused on honor and faith.

Worshiping honor is not as good as worshiping interests; believing in gods is not as good as believing in fate.

Clearly, this nerd doesn't understand these things, and Chris has no intention of teaching this poor wretch.

"I didn't kill all the retreating troops at Lanchuan Square, only these hundred."

"A hundred men are more than enough to be called an army," Marshall said excitedly, spreading his hands. "Its impact is indeed terrible."

"Yes, influence," Chris grinned slyly. "What influence? Master Marshall?"

Marshall frowned in confusion upon hearing Chris's question.

Chris didn't intend to wait for the other person to think; instead, he gave the answer directly:

"The fundamental condition for an event to have an impact is that it becomes known to the public. To massacre an entire army without anyone knowing..."

This is indeed a difficult task, but if it's just a mere hundred people, it shouldn't be a problem.

"There are no secrets that stay hidden forever; even the most secretive things will eventually be exposed."

"certainly,"

Chris shrugged, then looked at Einar.

"How many people would it take to kill these soldiers?"

Ainar thought for a moment: "If we launch a sneak attack on them without their knowledge, it would probably involve about ten people."

"What if you kill ten people?"

"One suitable wizard is enough."

"Ha! It's that simple."

Chris smiled and looked at Marshall.

"Information can only come from people who know the truth; the dead cannot speak, so it can only come from those who carried out the mission."

"Then all we need to do is send someone to kill that person. Oh! Of course! You might be thinking that there's still someone who knows about this."

"Just to be on the safe side, this person must also die. If you find it too dirty to do it yourself, I'm willing to do it myself. That way, there won't be any consequences, unless you two also choose to betray us."

Ainar immediately bowed: "Elder, you are the spokesperson chosen by Grellara, and I must follow you forever! And I am equally willing..."

"I'll kill for you!"

Chris nodded in satisfaction and looked at Marshall.

Perhaps Chris's gaze was too sharp, for Marshall finally lowered his head and bowed to Chris, saying:

"The herald will always serve the herald, and I will remain loyal to the Central Square."