The recording stone was worn on the orange cat.
Because it was constantly running, the footage was quite chaotic.
However, with Saul's ntal power, he didn't feel confused. On the contrary, because the orange cat frequently changed positions, he could more completely understand the situation inside Bayton Academy.
Through the recording stone, he also discovered that the orange cat should specialize in earth attribute spells. When attacking, it mainly used its small body as bait to lure enemies over, then cast earth spike and earth trap magic from underground to kill enemies.
As for the white-bearded wizard, it was temporarily unclear what magic he specialized in.
But he seed to be using... his own hair to attack?
Saul saw him directly using the hair on his arms to cut or block attacks from nurous tree roots.
Soft body hair turned directly into steel needles on his body. When the steel needles were sparsely arranged, they were sharp weapons; when densely arranged, they were solid shields.
Besides this, Saul also paid special attention to the symbiotic sprite on White Beard's shoulder.
The symbiotic sprite made no movents or signals during White Beard's battle.
It looked like it couldn't help at all.
But if that were really the case, White Beard could have the symbiotic sprite hide during battle to avoid interference.
"The other party keeps the symbiotic sprite around—it should have so purpose."
Saul continued observing and finally noticed a clue.
Tree roots pierced by White Beard all seed to wither into dead branches.
However, the orange cat seed to intentionally keep this scene out of the recording stone, so Saul only deduced this result by reassembling several scattered fras.
"Recording stones can't be faked, but they can mislead people. Especially this kind of half-truth is most likely to deceive. They're not necessarily targeting specifically, but they're definitely the type who habitually hold sothing back."
After watching once, Saul understood and returned the recording stone to the orange cat.
"Those tree roots are indeed difficult to deal with. However, my specialty magic happens to counter this type of group attack enemy."
"Really?" The orange cat was still sowhat doubtful. "We've already shown you our fighting thods. If you're sincere, show us your specialty magic now!"
White Beard beside him tried a different approach to persuade Saul, "If we can understand each other's attack patterns, we'll definitely be more successful in battle."
Saul naturally understood this point. What he was going to demonstrate wasn't his real specialty magic anyway.
Everyone was half and half.
He had no burden. Raising both arms, two black blades appeared out of nowhere in his palms.
One second later, the two blades split into four, then split into eight...
Finally, over a hundred black blades appeared around Saul's body.
They looked coldly gleaming but had no killing intent or fluctuations.
"So scary!" The orange cat's eyes widened. "Powerful attacks plus extre stealth—perfect for secret assassinations!"
White Beard beside him also widened his eyes and blurted out, "Soul Blades!"
Saul imdiately turned his head.
This was the first ti since learning this magic from Jasim's remaining knowledge mories that he heard soone call out the magic's true na.
"What's your relationship to Jasim?" White Beard continued asking.
His beard trembled slightly, seemingly very excited.
"I t Wizard Jasim a few tis. Later he suddenly taught this magic, saying he didn't want this magic to disappear forever."
The white-bearded man nodded, looking sowhat dejected. "That's his style."
"What's your relationship with Wizard Jasim? I rember Wizard Jasim should be a judgnt wizard of the Tribunal." Saul asked in return.
"? Like him, I'm just a castoff from the Tribunal."
White Beard didn't want to say more beyond this, but his expression beca much gentler as he said to Saul, "Since you could gain his recognition, I believe we'll definitely succeed this ti."
The orange cat beside them jumped up and down, very impatient with the two suddenly reminiscing, and quickly asked, "Does this an we've reached a cooperation agreent? Do we need to sign a contract scroll? If not, let's go to Bayton Academy now!"
"A contract isn't necessary, but I still need so ti to prepare."
"Ah?" The orange cat was sowhat disappointed. "You look like you're in good condition—what else do you need to prepare?"
White Beard picked up the orange cat. "You suddenly ask soone to cooperate—isn't it normal for them to need preparation?"
He then said to Saul, "How long do you need to prepare? I'm not rushing you, but this matter will definitely attract more wizards wanting to advance to third rank. Once there are too many people, troubles and complications increase."
Saul glanced at the sky. "Not too long. Tomorrow at sunrise, let's et directly at Bayton Academy's main gate."
"Fine." White Beard nodded, then carried the orange cat and turned to leave.
After their figures disappeared into the low building ruins, Herman asked Saul in confusion, "Master, what do you need to prepare tonight?"
Penny wanted to rub her antennae. "Are you going to set up ambushes at Bayton Academy in advance, then catch them both in one net?"
"If I wanted to catch them both, would I need a whole night to prepare?" Saul snorted coldly, turned around and walked back. "I haven't finished what I need to do."
Penny was still wondering what Saul hadn't finished, but Saul returned to the original houses to continue scavenging.
But during the scavenging intervals, Saul would set up so magical formations in several rooms.
So of these formations were spirit-gathering arrays, so were explosive arrays, and others Penny couldn't understand.
Can't help it—she was just an unambitious butterfly.
As Saul's strength grew stronger, her knowledge reserves were becoming insufficient.
However, compared to Herman, she still felt quite superior.
"Look, Brother Saul is definitely preparing a big move." Penny whispered to Herman.
Busy like this until the sun set and rose again.
Saul arrived at Bayton Academy's main gate on ti.
As soon as he reached the entrance, he saw a cat jump down from the gate's horizontal beam.
"You're right on ti."
"Where is that White Beard gentleman?"
The orange cat owed with laughter. "ow... you actually call him White Beard?"
"Just a temporary designation." Saul had no intention of telling them his na either.
"Then what do you call ?"
"Orange Cat sir."
"ow! I'm not an orange cat! I'm... no wait, I'm not a cat."
Saul looked past the orange cat's eyes, thinking: "This wizard has been in cat form for a long ti—his spiritual body has been polluted. If he can't solve the pollution in ti, he'll mutate sooner or later."
However, Saul didn't point this out for now.
The orange cat seed completely unaware of his abnormal ntal state. "Then I'll call you... call you..."
He couldn't think of any particularly striking features about Saul for a mont.
Although Saul looked decent, he seed too normal.
"Ah, right! I'll call you Black Blade Wizard!"
Finally, the orange cat thought of the powerful magic Saul had cast yesterday.
"How's that? Not bad, right?"
The orange cat looked quite proud, owing happily.
"You still haven't answered my question."
"Ki— oh, White Beard is inside preparing formations. Once we go over, we can officially begin the assault."
"Then let's go." Saul removed his cloak's hood and walked in first.
(End of Chapter)
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