In these five months, Silver Moon City seed very calm, with no particularly major events occurring—everything was as usual.
Herag was particularly concerned about one thing: the internal spy who leaked the news of Alda’s capture hadn’t been identified.
After a few months, this matter seed to beco unresolved, turning into a murky affair.
Herag hadn’t forgotten about it. Since he knew there was an internal spy, he had to take it into account in the future.
After leaving the Wizard Tower, he walked ho directly, as the distance was very close.
The Talisman Stone suddenly lit up, and Herag took a look—it was a ssage from Mr. Israel.
Israel was a Level 2 Witch Array Master at the Witch Array Master Association and had previously provided Herag with many advanced books on witch arrays.
However, since the incident at the deadly ball, Herag had been busy with other matters and hadn’t t with Israel.
And Israel was also caught up in an investigation because Abyssal Cultists appeared in his sewer.
Since a few people died in the attack during the ball, the matter was quite troubleso.
At the ti, Israel had high hopes for Herag and intended to nurture and guide this young man further.
Unexpectedly, due to the ball incident, he got caught up in trouble himself, leaving no energy to contact Herag.
The ball’s attendees were either rich or noble; the death of even one posed a major problem, let alone several, which was enough to leave Israel overwheld.
After so ti passed, Israel finally extricated himself from the affair.
After all, he was also a victim—who could have imagined that Abyssal Cultists would do such things in his sewer.
In the Talisman Stone, Israel asked, "In a few days, there will be a Witch Array Masters’ symposium; are you interested in attending?"
Israel’s first words were an invitation for Herag to attend a symposium, which gave Herag a feeling reminiscent of the previous invitation to the ball.
Herag wasn’t sure what exactly the Witch Array Masters’ symposium was about, but he had to go.
Israel personally sent the invitation; not attending would be rather disrespectful.
Besides, he had been cooped up in the Wizard Tower for months for training, so attending a social event seed quite fitting.
"Of course, I’m interested. What exactly is this symposium about?" Herag replied.
"This symposium is no ordinary one; you’ll know when you get here, and you definitely won’t regret coming. Three days from now, at seven in the evening, at the Avila Restaurant," Israel provided the specific ti and location.
"At the Avila Restaurant, no less..."
Herag certainly rembered this place; it was a particularly expensive hotel, with al prices marked in Magic Stones.
Not to ntion ordinary people, even many regular wizards couldn’t afford it.
That Doron they caught last ti was apprehended here.
This event was mainly organized by the Witch Array Master Association; naturally, they weren’t short on money.
Israel didn’t reveal much about the contents of the symposium, but judging by his tone, there should be so interesting things.
...
Three days later.
The Avila Restaurant had been booked by the Witch Array Master Association, and only invited guests were allowed to enter, with no other guests being served for the ti being.
There were patrols and guards surrounding the restaurant, and even the sewers weren’t overlooked, with personnel stationed there as well.
Having learned from the painful lesson last ti, they wouldn’t repeat the sa mistake.
When Herag arrived here, many carriages were already parked at the entrance.
He took out the Talisman Stone to confirm his identity and was then allowed in.
The interior of the Avila Restaurant had also undergone changes; previously, there were many tables and chairs.
It now resembled a ballroom, with few tables and a large open space for movent.
Each table was stocked with food and drinks, which guests could help themselves to.
In a corner, there was a row of kettles on flas, boiling hot coffee and hot beer, also available for self-service.
"Herag, long ti no see!" Israel navigated through the crowd, greeting him.
Israel looked the sa as before, sporting a big beard, and seed to be in good spirits.
"Mr. Israel, it’s been a while. I’ll treat you to so Fire Dragon Whiskey when we find the ti, have a good drink," Herag laughed.
Israel laughed heartily, "Sure! You definitely won’t regret coming to this symposium; you will see so interesting things today."
"Interesting things?" Herag was a bit puzzled.
He glanced around—this seed like an ordinary noble’s ball, and he saw nothing special.
Israel dragged Herag to a slightly secluded corner.
He began, "You know around our Land of Dawn are contaminated zones, right? The area of these zones is far larger than the entire Land of Dawn, and by a considerable margin. Compared to those contaminated regions, the Land of Dawn is quite insignificant."
"But those contaminated regions were once ordinary lands, untainted. When those areas were not yet polluted, it was precisely the ti when our Wizard Plane’s power was at its peak. At that ti, the Kala Continent was ho to countless powerful wizards and wizard influences, scattered across various parts of the continent."
"However, as the desolation and contamination spread rapidly, many places couldn’t react in ti before they were polluted. While most wizards could escape the contaminated zones, many things in those areas couldn’t be taken away promptly."
"Because staying too long in contaminated zones wasn’t possible, nurous powerful wizards or wizard influences left a wealth of resources and treasures there."
"For example, structures like the Wizard Tower—wizards can leave, but a Wizard Tower is not sothing that can be moved quickly, so they had to leave it behind."
"So of these things are eroded by ti, but many remain well-preserved. Since the departing wizards had the hope of returning soday, they took so protective asures."
"But over the years, not only did the wizards fail to return, the contaminated zones have only expanded."
"Those resources left in the depths of the polluted areas continue to lie there, waiting for the day soone sets foot on them again."
Listening to this, Herag roughly understood. Due to the fast-spreading contamination, wizards left a lot of resources and items that couldn’t be taken away promptly in those areas.
At that ti, the strength of the Wizard Plane was at its zenith, and the items they couldn’t take away must certainly hold great value.
The six Great Wizard Organizations of the Land of Dawn wouldn’t ignore a place known to contain a wealth of resources and many unknown treasures, so they must have taken so action.
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