Ever since Floco ntioned he was from the Azure Scale Clan—what Saul understood as the rmaid race—Saul had been wondering whether this ugly rmaid before him was related to Floco.
Although Floco said the Azure Scale Clan had basically migrated out of this wizard world, the rmaid race currently being cultivated in Nephret did bear so resemblance to the Azure Scale Clan.
Floco sneered. "What a disgrace."
Saul remained silent for a mont and could only say, "The wizard world has always been this way—survival of the fittest."
When individual power could exceed collective power, the laws of the dark forest beca increasingly evident.
Floco sat up and, imitating Saul's posture, relaxed and leaned back. "You're right. Actually, I have no right to criticize others. Look at —I called myself the Water God in my own world, but when I encountered a fifth-rank stronger than in the outside world, I was sealed at the bottom of the sea. A Water God drowned to death—hehe, that person was humiliating . But the most ridiculous thing is, I never knew who killed until my death."
"The outside world is truly terrifying, but even so, fourth-rank wizards like Ophelia still tirelessly seek to advance to fifth rank and cross through stargates."
Floco also fell silent.
Before crossing the stargate, he had always been proud; after crossing the stargate, he suddenly gained a deeper understanding of life's insignificance.
After the carriage fell quiet, Saul pushed open the door to look outside.
The carriage had been traveling on the ground for so ti without taking off again. Saul found this strange—if they wanted to hurry, wouldn't flying through the air be faster?
He pushed open the door and asked the coachman outside, "Haven't we left Dwarf Valley yet?"
Although bumpy in the air, Saul now wanted to take Floco to see the rmaids of the Evernight Empire.
The coachman was silent for a second before answering Saul, "Lord Saul, the other ultra-long-distance teleportation array to Nephret Continent is on the opposite side of Dwarf Valley, so we're currently crossing through Dwarf Valley. It will take about three days."
Staying in this closed carriage with nothing in it for three whole days would be too boring. Moreover, Saul didn't want to research his projects here, lest Tribunal Chief Frim suddenly appear again at so unknown ti.
He thought, This should be close to the Borderland. Can I teleport back and return when the carriage arrives?
Since Frim had personally co out, he probably wasn't afraid of Saul escaping midway.
I'm quite sincere, Saul thought this way, squinting his eyes. The bright carriage interior instantly beca dim, and semi-transparent, faintly glowing threads appeared before Saul.
"As expected, I can reach Keli and the others' fate lines from here."
Saul didn't set off imdiately. He very politely called out to the coachman outside.
"This isn't far from the Borderland. I'll go back first and return directly to the carriage in three days."
After Saul finished speaking, he felt that this faceless coachman seed to chuckle softly, but because the sound was particularly unclear, it also sounded like sighing.
"As long as you can return in three days, I won't restrict your movents during this period."
Saul stroked his chin and raised his hand to summon Herman from within his body. Herman was in spirit form at this mont, hidden in a dark corner.
Saul said to Herman in his mind, "Stay here as my coordinate?"
"Yes, Master!" Herman imdiately responded.
But at this mont, Beth made another suggestion.
[Saul, you could actually learn from Frim's thod just now and leave a short-term coordinate.]
Saul understood Beth was referring to the lantern Frim had placed in the carriage.
"But I've never split my consciousness before."
[You've never stored consciousness entities in us either.]
Saul suddenly understood.
He transford a section of his fingertip into a gray tentacle and automatically severed it.
Then he carefully observed this severed finger containing a soul fragnt. No fate lines appeared on it because it wasn't Saul, nor was it Saul's split body.
Saul didn't give up. After thinking for a mont, a white semi-transparent thread slowly grew from his fingertip.
He wrapped the thread around the severed finger, then tried to cut the thread.
But the thread located inside his consciousness didn't break as he had imagined, only wrapping more firmly around the severed finger.
"Won't it work?" Saul maintained his original posture unchanged. "As expected, fate lines aren't sothing I can casually cut now."
If he couldn't cut it, couldn't he leave traces?
Saul didn't give up. He mobilized his spiritual body and began repeatedly sweeping his ntal power over the entire severed finger, again and again, as if trying to embed his ntal power into the severed finger.
After high-frequency ntal power oscillations, Saul finally released the fate line he had extended and retracted it to his fingertip.
Observing the severed finger again, he actually felt a vague connection with his main body.
Saul placed the severed finger in a corner of the carriage, then squinted his eyes.
The entire carriage interior indeed had two touchable teleportation points. The difference was that one was Herman's fate line, and the other was a vague point.
Saul said to Herman, who was huddled in the carriage corner, "Stay here during this ti. If the temporary coordinate fails before I return, I'll use you directly as a coordinate to co back."
Herman nodded repeatedly, cradling the severed finger Saul had left in his palm.
"Master, rest assured, I will definitely protect this temporary coordinate!"
Saul smiled helplessly. "It's just a soul fragnt. I can replenish it in minutes. Focus on your own safety."
"Master~~~" Herman's eyes welled up with tears.
Saul couldn't stand Herman like this. He curled his lip, snapped his fingers directly, and disappeared from the spot.
Disappearing with him was the rmaid sitting across from him.
The coachman driving the carriage suddenly stiffened, then imdiately turned around and sowhat roughly opened half the carriage door.
In the carriage, Herman clasped his hands tightly together. Seeing the door open, he even turned to smile at the coachman.
"Please rest assured, I'm the hostage Master left behind. Master will definitely return in three days."
But the coachman acted as if he hadn't heard Herman's words, still braking abruptly, then bending down to enter the carriage and forcibly circling twice in the already cramped space.
Herman sat on the carriage seat, looking at the coachman in bewildernt.
"Uh... is there a problem?"
This coachman had clearly said he wouldn't restrict Saul's movents!
After completing a third circle and still finding nothing, the coachman finally stopped and looked at Herman.
Since Herman was sitting and the other was standing bent over, Herman could clearly see the other's expression.
How to describe it?
The other seed even more bewildered than Herman, who had been left alone.
Three parts confusion, three parts disbelief, and one part fear in his bewildernt.
Herman saw the coachman's mouth twitch violently once, then suddenly return outside to sit properly, shake the reins, and make the two flying horses run quickly.
From beginning to end, Herman never figured out what had gotten into the coachman.
He didn't care about the coachman's reaction either, carefully protecting the severed finger Saul had left in his arms as if soone might co to rob it.
On the other side, after a mont of visual distortion, Saul's figure suddenly appeared in a spacious room.
At the sa ti, the rmaid who had teleported with him also fell to the ground with a "bang."
This huge commotion directly startled the person buried in writing in the room, causing them to look up.
"Saul, you finally ca back?"
Before him was Senior Byron, whom he hadn't seen for half a year.
Although Senior Byron still looked the sa as before, there was sothing about him now that gave people a... stunningly shocking feeling!
(End of Chapter)
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