"But all the evidence points to the Alkmaar family." Cybertron wouldn't give up.
"Enough, Cybertron. I will take charge of this matter personally. You don't need to continue the investigation. This is the end." Altot stifled Cybertron's idea of further investigation. "You should go back, young man. Taking care of your mother is more important than anything else."
Cybertron had no choice but to leave the Holy See. His companions were also recalled. This matter was to be personally taken charge of by the cardinal. He had no right to interfere, but he believed that Mr. Altot would handle it impartially for the sake of the majesty of the Holy See.
However, there was another matter. He could still continue to investigate the signs of supernatural power in Wilson Cemetery. Although that matter was related to Alkmaar, Alkmaar had no reason to bring a lawsuit that he had already won back into people's sight and subject it to inspection. So this matter should have nothing to do with Alkmaar, nor Clark. Then who was it? He had to find the answer.
Judging from the registration materials about the possessors of supernatural power in Brot City that he had retrieved, the hiding places of the wizards in the Brot City area were in the complex sewers beneath Brot City, which was an underground kingdom even larger than the streets of Brot City above ground. He had to go deep and find out.
Fonte was hiding in the sewers. Snow - melted water dripped from the reserved sewer inlets, making a tick - tock sound. It was even colder than the ground. The ground in the huge sewer passage was frozen and emitted a strong stench. He covered his mouth and nose with a cloth to avoid being fainted by the smell.
Occasionally, water droplets from the top fell into his collar and hit his neck. The cold and wet feeling was very uncomfortable. If this happened a second time, Fonte would definitely not do it himself.
"Those damn wizards. How on earth do they survive in such a harsh environment? They're really crazy." Venting his dissatisfaction in his heart, Fonte continued to move forward.
The branch pipes in Brot City's sewers were some low - lying passages, but when it came to some main pipes, they became very wide. One could even build an apartment in the main pipe. After all, as the largest main city in the west of the kingdom, this city had a population of no less than one million. The intricate sewers were designed with great effort by those famous engineers and were sufficient to ensure that there would be no problems within a hundred years.
When he walked out of those harsh - environment branch pipes and entered the main pipe, Fonte took off the cloth covering his nose and mouth and breathed crazily. The air in the well - ventilated main pipe was finally a little fresher. At least it wouldn't make people feel nauseous or uncomfortable.
Looking at the huge main pipe, Fonte knew that he was getting closer and closer to those wizards. Most of the wizards in Brot City lived in this huge and complex underground kingdom. Wizards would choose the most suitable place as their residence and carry out their witchcraft experiments.
Walking along the pedestrian passage on one side of the huge main pipe, the passage was warm in winter and cool in summer. The flowing water made a rustling sound, like a wonderful piece of music, which was intoxicating.
Soon, a branch passage appeared on one side of the main passage. Many rats crawled around on the ground. They were not afraid of strangers at all. A rat crawled in front of Fonte and sniffed the smell of the visitor vigorously, as if it was inquiring about something.
Fonte bent down and grabbed this rat in his hand. Looking into the rat's eyes, he said, "Little friend, take me to see your master. I need to talk to him about something."
He put the rat back on the ground again. The big rat quickly crawled along the branch pipe, and the other rats also followed this rat in the same direction. Fonte followed behind. He took out a shining crystal ball from his arms to light up the path ahead.
When he passed through the branch pipe and saw the door of the storage room used to store some maintenance tools, those rats drilled through the crack of the door. Fonte put away the crystal ball used for lighting and stood in front of the storage room door and knocked on it.
An exasperated voice came from inside the storage room. "Damn it, you guys, get out of here quickly. Don't break my experimental equipment. It's very valuable."
Soon someone opened the storage room door. Fonte saw a short man. One of his eyes seemed to be blinded by something, half of his face was burned, and he was wearing a tattered felt hat on his head and leaning on a curved cane made of tree roots. But his other eye was more eye - catching. The red eyeball emitted a chilling aura.
"A fellow wizard, but you don't seem to be an original inhabitant of Brot City." The short - statured old man looked at the young man at the door. A sharp voice squeezed out from his yellow teeth. "Damn it, don't bite my shoes. Get out." The old wizard kicked away those rats that had climbed onto his shoes.
What attracted Fonte the most was the silver raven badge on the wizard's chest. This represented that this wizard was not weak. He had to be as careful as possible. He took off his hat and saluted respectfully. "I'm sorry to bother you. I know this is presumptuous, but I have some things to inquire about."
The old wizard glanced around the passage and saw that there was no one else. He stepped aside. "Come in, young man. Standing at the door, I won't answer any of your questions."
Closing the door, a pungent smell filled the room. Although Fonte was also a wizard, his experimental environment was ten thousand times better than this. In a space of less than twenty square meters, various dilapidated shelves were filled with experimental equipment and experimental media. A thick green liquid in a large pot was boiling.
This wizard was researching some witchcraft. "Hurry up, young man. I don't have more time for you." The old wizard had a bit of a hot temper.
Fonte didn't want to stay here too long either. "Sir, do you know this thing?" He handed the iron plate he had obtained to the old wizard.
The old wizard took the iron plate and stared at the words on the iron plate with his only red eyeball. "Low - level spell. Judging from the handwriting, it should be made by that idiot Elon Musk. Only that idiot would use such a low - level spell. There's no technical content at all."
Elon Musk. Fonte remembered the name of this wizard. "May I ask, where can I find Elon Musk himself?"
The old wizard threw the iron plate back to Fonte and impatiently pointed outside the door. "Go out and turn left. Walk straight along this street until you reach the end and you will see his apartment."
The old wizard opened the door, already showing the intention of driving people away. "Hurry up, leave here."
Fonte was a bit embarrassed. The old wizard suddenly realized something. He patted his forehead with his withered and black palm. "Look, you're not an original inhabitant of the underground world. My damn memory. Telling you like this, you surely don't understand."
The old wizard calmed down temporarily and organized his words. "Walk straight along this main pipe until you reach the end, and you will be able to see that idiot's place, a broken hole without even a door. It's easy to spot. He's hiding inside."
They collectively referred to the main underground passages as streets. This was the rule in the underground world. Fonte went out and continued to move forward along the main pipe until he reached the end of the main pipe. Finally, he saw a small hole on one side of the wall.
Suddenly, Fonte heard the cries of rats in groups behind him. Someone was coming. He took out the crystal ball used for lighting. The light on the crystal ball changed from dark red to golden yellow. This crystal ball could distinguish the types of supernatural power and react accordingly.
Dark red represented wizards, and golden yellow represented holy light. Someone from the Holy See had entered here. The supernatural power incident in the cemetery had attracted the attention of the Holy See. People from the Holy See had traced it here, faster than he had imagined. Originally, he thought it would take a long time for those idiots from the Holy See to trace it here.
Once being targeted by the people from the Holy See, it would be a big trouble. Fonte gave up the idea of entering the hole. He had to leave here as soon as possible. At least he had to wait until the holy light disappeared before he could continue.
Thinking like this, Fonte turned around and ran quickly. The complex underground world made him a bit out of his depth. It was difficult to find an exit from the underground world in a short time.
When he passed through those complex passages and finally found an exit, Fonte gasped for breath. Looking back at the places he had passed through, a sly smile appeared on his lips after successfully escaping. "Goodbye, idiots of the Holy See."
But when he turned his head again to leave through the exit, his expression froze. Standing not far from the exit in front of him was a figure. The copper - sword badge on his chest was extremely dazzling. It was a paladin of the Holy See. In this cat - and - mouse game, Fonte had temporarily lost.
"Alright, Sir Paladin, I have to say that you're very smart and act very quickly. You're much smarter than those idiots of the Holy See that I know." Fonte knew that he couldn't escape. There was going to be a fierce battle next.
Cybertron entered the underground passage. He felt some familiar auras, the auras of the possessors of supernatural power that had appeared in the cemetery. His acute sense of smell told him that he was getting close to the other party. When he entered here, he got all the information about the wizards and the pipeline map of the underground world. He was very familiar with the underground pipelines.
When he got close to this supernatural power, the other party began to run away. Cybertron felt it. He calmly analyzed the pipeline diagram and found the best route to chase the other party. Finally, he managed to get ahead of the other party.
Cybertron listened to the other party's praise and contempt for the rest of the Holy See's forces. He walked forward in the stinking stagnant water until he could clearly see the other party's eyes and issued an unquestionable order in his throat. "Take off your hat and show your true face."
Fonte took off his hat, revealing his blond hair and handsome face, which could almost charm any opposite sex. "Sir Paladin, before you start, I have a request. Please don't mess up my hair. In exchange, I will let you die with dignity."
Cybertron was faintly glowing with golden light all over his body, and his face showed an inviolable majesty. "Before killing you, I have some questions for you to answer."
His tone left no room for the other party to refuse. "Tell me, why did you use supernatural power to disturb a dead person in the grave? This way, there will be a justifiable reason for your death. I can also give an explanation to the Holy See, proving that the holy light will not frame a good person, nor will it let a villain go."