The Governor is dead?
Ivita was taken aback.
The man who ruled Central Harbour, and nominally commanded one of the most powerful naval forces in the world, had been killed by a passing grade four wizard.
But the Druids couldn't possibly have a wizard that powerful.
Could it be a personal friend of Pan God?
Not long after Ivita speculated about who killed the Great Governor, Wilson came over carrying the mummified assassin. He shook his head at Ivita. "My Lord, I'm sorry, he didn't say anything."
"But from what I understand, this man is likely from the "Blood Fraternity", they combine the power of the blood race with the faith of assassins, causing huge changes in their abilities. I think he must have used "Blood Shadow Sting" and "Blood-worship Prayer" in front of you."
Ivita nodded. "Never mind, I guessed it would be so. Have someone lock him in an iron coffin and seal it in the dungeon of the Viscount Castle in Viscount Valji's territory."