The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1207 359: The Despicable One's Downfall (Part 2)

"This is the bottom line!" the soldier stubbornly declared. He didn't want to lose this somewhat stable job, despite its low pay, over such a small matter. "Lord Richter already knows that the women in sheepskins are all prostitutes! I can turn a blind eye, but at least you need to change your outfits!"

Looking at the women in the cell with their furrowed brows, the soldier suddenly had a bright idea and spoke without thinking.

"You all... could dress up as nuns! I've been to the city's church. Those nuns' clothes are thick and black, quite warm too."

The floodgates of his imagination opened up, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became, even lifting his head high.

"That way, when you're 'working,' we can help cover for you. If anyone asks what you're doing, we'll say... you're nuns, offering 'confessions' to those lost lambs! Not like those demons in sheepskins!"

Hearing this unbelievable idea, all the women in the cell went silent.

They looked at each other, their expressions shifting from shock to absurdity, and finally all turned into a 'this could work?!' look.

Lina was even more taken aback, not speaking a word for a long time.

She looked up and down at the seemingly dim-witted but actually sly man, ultimately giving a sincere thumbs-up.

"Damn, you castle folks really know how to play."

Praising the decisive Sir Richter, she seemed to have cursed too soon.

She could already see how thriving the confession business would become in that bustling Traveler Camp.

...

While the Academic State's upper echelons were in an uproar over a swapped scroll, the instigator, Minos, had already fled to the other side of the border, to Eagle Rock Territory, like a startled bird.

Hiding in a dilapidated tent rented from the Traveler Camp, never seeing sunlight, his heart was filled with both fear of exposure and a hint of fortunate relief.

He could never have imagined that the 'unlucky victim' he'd carefully chosen would turn out to be the Imperial Prince! Nor could he understand why that esteemed gentleman would be so bored as to attend, in person, what seemed to him a lowly apprentice assessment!

But—

There's no point in thinking about it anymore.

The only relief is that, for the moment, he is safe.

The Rhode Kingdom and Academic State have always been at odds. No matter how angry the Mage is, the Academic State's enforcement team wouldn't dare cross the border lightly to catch such an insignificant person like him, especially since they have no idea where he is.

As for the Lord of Eagle Rock Territory, Richter, the fool who only recognizes noble titles, everyone in the territory knows this.

Minos decided to lay low here.

On one hand, he could quietly listen for news to see how the situation unfolds. On the other, he needs to wait for his 'senior' to send word before deciding whether to make a hasty exit or discreetly return to the Academic State, which is safer than running around like a headless fly.

Deep down, he actually wanted to return.

Those big shots are very busy and won't devote all their energy to someone as insignificant as him, and it won't be long before they forget about him.

To this day, Minos still believes he did all this for magic.

Becoming a respected Sage is his lifelong dream, and money is merely a tool to achieve that dream, not his pursuit.

In the dull days of waiting for news, the immense pressure almost suffocated him.

Just then, he noticed that the prostitutes previously captured by Sir Richter had returned to the camp.

Moreover, they seemed to have formed some kind of 'organization' and undergone a transformation.

They no longer donned those cheap sheepskin coats that masked their unseemly odors but instead wore strictly conservative black nun attire.

Similarly, they no longer loudly solicited but stood solemnly at their tent doors, wearing an expression of compassionate smiles.

Most astonishing was that this batch of 'nuns' seemed to be much younger and prettier than the previous ones, exuding the clean scent of soap instead of poor-quality perfume.

Minos initially thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

It wasn't until he saw a rough mercenary whispering in a 'nun's' ear before being gently led into a tent.

Later on, a 'In Confession' sign hung outside the tent, and he understood everything when he heard sounds of confession.

'Sister, please accept my confession.'

'Saint Sis will forgive your sins!'

The rustling sounds came through the curtain.

"Damn, genius... truly a damn genius!"

Minos couldn't help but curse inwardly, thanking both Saint Sis and Sir Richter. Despite the absurdity, he felt a tinge of genuine admiration.

During the boring days of waiting for his senior's message, his restless heart began to stir under the immense mental pressure.

He held enough fortune to buy a small town, yet he could only hide in a dilapidated tent, full of anxiety. This torment was driving him nearly insane.

Why not confess?

Minos felt the devil—oh no, the nun's voice, whispering in his ear.

He could resist no longer; he had to go 'confess' for his sins, even if just once. He had sacrificed too much for magic, never a day for himself, nor had he felt joy.