After leaving Gorsa's wizard tower, Wizard Murphy appeared high up on the Sighing Wall.
"Lord Murphy!"
"Lord Murphy!"
Passing patrol wizards all respectfully bowed to Murphy.
They bowed with fervor and sincerity, looking at this great wizard who had selflessly dedicated over a hundred years to Stat Continent.
Wizard Murphy hadn't established wizard forces like Frim and Alick, always leading wizards to resist black tides. This had protected Stat Continent's peace for so many years.
So regardless of which faction they belonged to, wizards were very respectful toward Wizard Murphy.
Murphy paid no attention to these wizards, only quietly gazing at the distant sea.
A black tide had just passed, and the Sighing Wall had lost quite a few wizards. Fortunately, this black tide's intensity wasn't high, so their losses were still within acceptable limits.
"Current lower-rank wizards grow too slowly." Soone was discussing in the distance. They hadn't seen Murphy, but Murphy could clearly hear their voices.
"Another wizard tower has beco vacant. But no new third-rank wizards have co to report."
"In my opinion, we should implent the advancent pathway law again. Those who can't advance shouldn't continue wasting our resources. Forcibly make those who haven't advanced to third-level apprentice by age 30, and those who haven't beco true wizards by age 50, into cornerstones of the Sighing Wall."
Cornerstones were just a nicer na for cannon fodder.
The one saying this was a first-rank wizard.
If it were a second-rank wizard, they would have added "if you haven't beco a second-rank wizard by a certain age" and such words.
Murphy chuckled softly and shook his head.
"All such willful fellows." He looked at the sea, where several ugly and bizarre large birds soared above the surface, preparing to pick at at scraps for dinner.
"Why can't I be willful for once?"
Murphy murmured.
Gorsa hadn't stayed at the Sighing Wall long. After hearing Murphy's suggestion, he left alone.
His only conscience was probably bringing the Heywood siblings back inside the Sighing Wall.
To prevent them from dying in monster invasions.
The wizards of the Sighing Wall watched Gorsa's departing figure, not knowing where he was going, but before leaving, Gorsa had said he would return within three years and participate in the next black tide assault as scheduled.
It was because of his promise that no one stepped forward to stop Gorsa from leaving.
The Sighing Wall wizards didn't know where Gorsa would go, but so people were very clear.
Murphy was one who knew.
Two days ago, Gorsa had received a letter.
Although Murphy hadn't seen that letter, he knew its contents.
...
Saul put away the parchnt and looked again at the tal naplate on his experintal table.
He had just analyzed another part of the Soul-Fixing Needle's magic formation and gained so understanding of how the Soul-Fixing Needle worked.
"This thod can indeed help pull people back from the edge of mutation. But it's too domineering in use—it would probably drive people crazy for a while. Whether they can be saved afterward depends on the person's spiritual body strength."
Suddenly, a completely unconcealed ntal power fluctuation ca from around the corridor corner.
That fluctuation was domineering, powerful, and carried extrely strong aggression.
Saul imdiately put away all the tal naplates in his hands and stood up.
"Chief Frim?"
After half a month, Saul finally saw the culprit who had imprisoned him.
The other wasn't currently in the form of a warm yellow light sphere, but a middle-aged man with skin so pale he looked like a dead person.
Tall and expressionless, with golden dium-length hair softly pressed against his face.
He looked like a rigid, serious aristocratic gentleman.
He walked before Saul and said straightforwardly, "How did you seal the Storm Eye?"
"The Ice Lock magic for sealing Storm Eyes should have already been submitted to you."
"Ice Lock can seal Storm Eyes, but cannot save people already mutated by black tides. You were overflowing with black tide back then—the Storm Eye must have been inside your body. How did you survive?"
Many wizards present had indeed seen this at the ti. But no one pursued it afterward. After all, Saul had relied on himself to beco third-rank, owed nothing to the other two factions, and had even saved other wizards.
And because Fla Lord, Wind Sprite, and Dreammaker—three third-ranks—had successively disappeared, Saul was top-tier strength in the Borderland, and no one dared say anything.
But this didn't an Frim hadn't noticed this matter.
Saul also understood that the other had kept him here so long as a show of force—so that when asking the current question, Saul wouldn't think he could casually brush it off.
But today, Frim didn't even have the patience to listen to Saul's explanation.
"You don't need to say anything. I'll see for myself."
He grabbed Saul's left arm, making Saul, who only had one arm left, tighten his heart.
But he didn't take away another of Saul's arms. Instead, his figure flashed, and the entire square corridor suddenly beca flat parchnt, then began folding diagonally.
Saul and Frim inside the corridor also seed to beco paper figures folded within.
Saul naturally couldn't see what the outside world had beco.
In his perception, heaven and earth seed to lose all light in an instant. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing suspended with Frim above turbulent seas.
At this ti, Frim had once again beco a warm yellow light sphere, while Saul was in the middle of the light sphere, like a small insect trapped in amber.
The two appeared above the sea, then continued proceeding southeast.
The light sphere looked round and plump, but flew very fast.
Empty islands and monsters whose original forms were unrecognizable flashed beneath Saul's feet.
Saul hadn't been here before, but the black tide aura in these waters was much denser than near Nephret's coast.
The seawater was also deep blue, with several shadows within the deep blue. Google seaʀᴄh NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Saul calculated the distance and ti, realizing he had gone deep into the ocean.
Combining this with what Frim had just said, the other probably wanted to find so black tide to test his abilities.
But testing like this made even Saul feel panicked.
If Frim just threw him into ordinary black tide, that would be fine—at worst, he'd exhaust his ntal power and magical power, absorb the surrounding pollution, and crawl out.
But if Frim threw him into the Abyssal Eye...
Saul looked at the warm-colored light sphere surrounding him and experintally tested the magical power on it.
Vast as the sea—when Saul's magical power probed into it, it seed bottomless.
Saul sighed inwardly and withdrew his probing magical power.
"Worthy of being a fourth-rank wizard."
Saul was currently only third-rank. Although his ntal power had greatly increased due to achieving three Symphony of Fate targets and his magical power had beco purer, compared to Frim, a fourth-rank with hundreds of years of experience, he was still like a small sailboat on the ocean.
Frim ultimately didn't throw Saul into the Abyssal Eye.
The situation there was complex and dangerous—even he rarely went there. Moreover, he currently still found Saul useful, just wanting to determine whether the other's ability could only protect himself or could protect an entire continent.
If he could use this to find a thod to completely eliminate the Abyssal Eye...
Frim looked down at Saul. Even if this little fellow had Gorsa and the Glare behind him... he didn't care.
(End of Chapter)
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