Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 533: Demonic Monk Gregory
The second to last person the emperor met crawled out of the palace in a panic, and William II even wanted to snatch the shotgun from the guard and shoot him.

"Your Majesty, you are excited again. According to the Queen's instructions, you need some calming salt." The maid next to her brought out a dish of gray powder. According to the doctor's instructions, you should pinch one nostril, then bring the other one close and inhale carefully.

The maid was scolded by William II: "Do you think I am a patient?"

The maid holding the salt was frightened and stood at the side of the throne in a daze, not daring to move. William calmed down and said gently, "I know it was the Queen's idea. It's not your fault. Go down quickly."

After saying this, he muttered: "Feodora is a woman from the North after all. She is superstitious and easily believes in slander."

After reciting the words, the emperor yawned and said, "Okay, who's next?"

The courtier replied tremblingly: "The wandering monk Gregory was ordered by the Queen to be seen by your own eyes."

"." William forced a smile: "Then ask him to come up. Look, I'm not angry, I'm very restrained, and I don't need any tranquilizers at all."

"The tranquilizing salt was donated by Gregory."

William II was very calm in front of the so-called monks because he believed that the devices in the palace would expose the true nature of these people. The emperor firmly believed that once all spellcasters and divine benefactors lost their magic and divine arts, they would be worse than ordinary people, or at least show funny and ugly behaviors, such as making random gestures and chanting spells, but nothing would happen.

He likes to enjoy such farce: "Quickly check whether my anti-magic device is turned to the maximum power, and then please welcome the next actor to come on stage."

Gregory did pass the test at least in terms of appearance. He was the first one to enter the palace with greasy curly long hair, unshaven beard, tattered clothes, and even barefoot.

Four guards pointed their guns at him, with the tips of their bayonets almost touching his dirty robes. But Gregory the wandering monk remained unmoved, and walked on his own, approaching the emperor little by little.

"Stop!" William noticed that the person coming was very tall. He raised his hand and asked the strange monk to stop at a distance where he could look down at him.

"It is an honor to meet you, the most distinguished master of the empire."

"Don't be polite. Just tell me what you want from me."

"I am here to solve your regrets and troubles. Just like the noble Queen, I boldly offered her tranquilizing salt to solve her troubles."

"My regrets can't be fixed with some little ointment."

"Of course. The first thing to solve is the regret you have had since childhood." Gregory turned his wrist, and instantly an exquisite small medicine bottle appeared in his palm. The dark green liquid inside was flowing with light, as if it had vitality.

His action made the guards nervous instantly, and it was William who signaled the wandering monk to continue.

At this moment, he was wondering how this person did it. The guards should have searched him when he came in, and it was impossible for him to be an alchemical container. William's confident sense of security was slightly shaken, and the other party's childhood regret
He couldn't help but put down the scepter, and his right hand wanted to reach the defect of his left arm. This was William's habitual action, but he had tried his best to restrain himself since he ascended the throne. Now he stopped again and was angry: "Feodora dared to leak this!"

Gregory made an innocent gesture, but his face under the greasy hair did not show any expression. "I am terrified that Her Majesty the Queen has been wronged. I came to this conclusion based on my observations, and I happen to be able to mix a magical potion to help you eliminate your regrets."

He began to speak faster, as if he was worried that the emperor's patience was running out: "The second regret is in the future. Your army will suffer a great defeat."

"He is spreading rumors to confuse the people. Come, drag this evil monk to the stable and shoot him!" The emperor did not hesitate any more and issued the verdict directly.

"And I will save your army! Save your empire! I just beg you to witness it!" The evil monk shouted loudly, and a huge smoke erupted from him, covering him and the surrounding guards. First, a guard in the palace fired a shot at the smoke. The huge noise made all the soldiers on guard outside and in other rooms rush in, blocking the palace.

But when the smoke cleared, only the dirty monk's robe and the delicate little medicine bottle were left.

"It's gone?" William II was so shaken that he asked, "Is the device still working?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Well, well." He felt dizzy.

One of the guards suggested: "There might be a tunnel under the palace!"

Normally, William would have thought it was absurd that someone could dig a tunnel right under his nose, but now this possibility became his last straw, and he quickly said, "Yes, yes! Quickly pry open the floor tiles!"

So some guards went out to get tools, and some just started smashing with the butts of their guns.

However, after breaking several pieces of marble, the foundation was found to be intact.

So the evil monk had indeed disappeared. Theoretically, there was no magic, no divine art. William II felt dizzy and almost collapsed on the throne.

Instead of getting his tools, one of the "guards" ran all the way to the stable, where he took off his winter hat, revealing his greasy hair, and turned his special guard uniform inside out, revealing a patched rough cloth surface.

Before, he was a demon monk in a robe, and when he took off the robe to reveal his uniform and put on a hat, he became a guard. Now Gregory has become an ordinary coachman.

"Hey, are you just leaving like that?" Another guard stopped him. Judging from the brim of his hat, he was a captain. It was this captain who worked with Gregory. At the beginning, he led the other guards into the smoke, misled the emperor, and sent people to get tools. He was the first to search the monk. After searching, he and the other three guards surrounded the monk with guns, making the last guard think that there was no need for a second search.

"I won't treat you unfairly." Gregory threw out a bag of gold coins and a bag of powder. The captain was more interested in the powder than the gold.

After testing the purity, he said, "What's the point of us risking our lives to perform such a play?"

"His Majesty will accept the potion. Of course he is suspicious and cautious, so he won't use it right away. But he will be swayed, after I prove myself."

"how to prove?"

"Everything I said is true. Goodbye, palace, goodbye, lovely Feodora!"

The demon monk had already climbed onto his horse and was pulling the coal cart out. He took out a tattered felt hat from the cart and put it on, turning himself into an extremely ordinary driver. Originally, there would not be carts covered in charcoal ash entering or leaving the palace, but the new emperor banned magic, so naturally they had to return to the traditional way of heating.

When the guard saw the man and the car, all covered in black, rushing towards the gate, he gestured to him with disgust to leave and not to dirty his uniform.

Gregory left the palace and headed south towards the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)