For Saul and Kist, two second-ranks, they could only say "envious," but for Pei'er, who was also third-rank, it was deep jealousy.
"He can no longer advance now. Why are you still protecting him?"
"Whether he can advance or not cannot be determined by you or . It must be Alick himself who gives up." Ophelia said with a smile.
Seeing that Pei'er was still unwilling and wanted to kill Clark here, Saul grabbed her hand.
"This matter indeed requires people from the Stargate Council to confirm that Clark has no possibility of advancent."
"If Clark dies like this, the Stargate Council might conclude that Lord Ophelia acted to obstruct their promotion of a new fourth-rank wizard."
Pei'er glared at Saul, "Are you stupid? Would you rather leave a witness alive and let them know you were the one who made Clark like this?"
Understanding that Pei'er was concerned about him, Saul smiled, "Only the four of us know about this now. You and I won't tell. If Lord Ophelia speaks out, the Stargate Council will also know she once stood by and watched soone die, and they'll probably suspect her too. That's no different from killing Clark now."
Saul turned to look at Kist, "Now there's only this one outsider left..."
Kist's mouth twitched as he bowed slightly, saying aningfully: "I am my master's most loyal servant and would absolutely never reveal my master's secrets."
Pei'er gritted her teeth, essentially accepting everyone's decision.
Saul stepped forward to check on Clark's condition. When he removed his hands, he was shocked to find that his eyes were gone.
It wasn't that his eyes had disappeared from their sockets, but rather the parts of his face where eyes should be were now completely empty.
As if Clark had never had eyes as organs at all.
"He truly lost his vision this ti. Even healing magic cannot restore it."
Saul rembered the giant with covered eyes he had seen in his dream.
Now it seed that referred to Clark.
That bird flying up to the stars...
Saul turned back to look at Pei'er, just catching Ophelia also staring thoughtfully at Pei'er.
"The day I had the prophetic dream, several third-ranks in the Borderland had the sa dream simultaneously. But their dreams seed to lack my presence."
The fake Wind Sprite who had also had prophetic dreams was still in Saul's diary, and because of her powerful strength, she hadn't disappeared yet.
"By the way, where is Firefly Lord Herbert?" Saul suddenly rembered there should be another third-rank here.
Pei'er hated Dreammakers and had no good feelings toward the Firefly Lord either.
"He's upstairs, treating that Red Beard from the Tribunal."
Saul rembered the chaotic aura and radiation that had co from overhead earlier, only now noticing that sohow, those oppressive influences had disappeared.
"When you ca in just now, you should have all gone upstairs. What happened there? Did you find the Storm Eye?"
Ophelia seed to find this boring and had already retreated back into Pei'er's palm.
Pei'er stepped forward and kicked Clark, then pulled Saul outside.
"Our intelligence was wrong." Pei'er said quietly to Saul, "Although it seed similar, the anomaly in the manor wasn't a Storm Eye."
Saul felt puzzled. "Don't you have instrunts that can test for Storm Eyes?"
"The testing equipnt can detect fluctuations similar to Storm Eyes, but still requires manual confirmation. Clark and Herbert originally planned to wait outside for your preliminary confirmation before entering the manor to seal the Storm Eye, but just now the manor suddenly showed..."
Pei'er lowered her voice even more.
"The aura of the abyss appeared. We were afraid you had accidentally triggered the Storm Eye, causing it to reach a critical point early, so we rushed in."
"But who would have thought there was no breakthrough point at all, no Storm Eye. The anomaly there seed to be artificial pollution, and I suspect soone deliberately created abyssal pollution to lure us into Old Days Manor."
"Fake?" Saul's brow furrowed deeply, "Who would know you were searching for Storm Eyes and could obtain pollution materials with abyssal aura?"
"Has that pollution source been dealt with by you?" Saul wanted to go take a look.
This person had almost simultaneously calculated against the three major third-rank wizards of the Borderland, and even caused deaths among people from both the Tribunal and Stargate Council.
This was quite a big move.
If discovered in the future, wouldn't that be equivalent to making enemies with the entire world?
By now they had left the basent. Saul looked back at the inside.
Kist hadn't imdiately followed them out, but instead...
He was actually holding Lucy's severed head that had rolled on the ground, trying to reattach it to her body?
A bizarre scene occurred. When Kist brought Lucy's head close to her body, dense silver tallic threads grew from the neck breaks above and below.
These tallic threads intertwined with each other, fused together, then generated strong suction with a "bang" sound, connecting Lucy's upper and lower neck.
Then Lucy opened her eyes with a soft "hmm."
"Did I faint?" Lucy opened her eyes in confusion, seeing Kist's smiling face right in front of her.
"Ah!" Lucy imdiately struggled out of Kist's embrace, looking at him with terror, "You, you?"
Kist smiled like a gentleman, "Don't be afraid, Miss Lucy. The three third-rank wizards of the Borderland ca in just now and dealt with the maddening radiation waves. I've regained my sanity now and won't hurt you anymore."
Unfortunately, Lucy already had a bad impression of Kist and completely didn't believe his words.
"Hmph!" She snorted coldly, but this ti didn't speak sarcastically, because after the recent chase and escape, she had recognized the gap between herself and Kist.
She looked around, hoping to find soone to rely on, and imdiately saw Clark lying on the ground with only smooth skin where his eyes used to be.
"Ah!" Even though Lucy tried hard to calm herself down, she still scread when she saw Clark, who had been so imposing just monts ago, now in this state.
"Clark, what happened to Clark? Where are his eyes?"
Kist imdiately showed a regretful expression, "Sorry, when I ca looking after regaining consciousness, he was already like this. It seems he was severely injured in the battle with the Wind Sprite."
After all, Clark had actively attacked the Wind Sprite, so being injured by her counterattack was sothing even his backing Stargate Council couldn't complain about.
And the Wind Sprite had the identity of being Ophelia's sister, so normally nothing would happen to her.
Kist's expression was gentle as he softly comforted Lucy.
"Miss Lucy, don't worry. Although the Wind Sprite severely injured Lord Clark, he is after all from your Stargate Council. She won't exterminate us completely, just leaving us here to fend for ourselves. Lord Clark's condition is still unstable, so we should leave first."
This was Lucy's first ti having so much contact with Kist.
Previously, after learning that her good friends had died due to Kist's sches, she had always harbored resentnt toward him.
However, the current Kist didn't seem as bad as she had thought.
"Um, Miss Lucy, may I ask why you disliked so much before?"
Kist helped Lucy up while being careful to maintain distance, like a true gentleman.
Lucy bit her lip, and after a mont said quietly: "You once caused the death of two of my friends."
"Is that so? I'm truly sorry."
At an angle Lucy couldn't see, Kist's smile slowly spread.
(End of Chapter)
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