Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 302 - 015: Soul Vision

The order of the Human World originates from the Wizards behind the Witch Domain they depend on. When the Wizards’ order collapses, the order of the Human World naturally ceases to exist.

During the turbulence of the Tower of Nature, the Human World also began the restructuring of its order.

First, within the Court, the Greenst Royal Family, as the highest ruling lineage, suffered betrayal from the most loyal Kingdom guards.

King Owlett was assassinated on the throne. Several Princes and nurous mbers of the Royal Bloodline were slaughtered. Only a minority escaped the city under the protection of faithful guards, but even they lost the qualification for royalty.

All across the land, the Nobles raised the banner of avenging the King, yet in reality, they ard themselves heavily, selecting Royal heirs favorable to them, seeking to place the monarchy under their control.

In no ti, Orendale sprouted more than a dozen, even several dozen ’Kings.’ What followed was an endless series of battles among these Kings – one King fell, another rose, blood-stained crowns, thrones made of bones, high walls forged from mountains of corpses, roads paved with seas of blood.

By now, Orendale has completely devolved into a playground of power gas. As for how long this ga will last, that remains an enigma.

...

The tavern, one of the most centralized information hubs in this era.

In the Enchanting Tavern, Calvin Hawk, known as the ’Whisperer,’ stood lazily at the bar, wiping down wine glasses.

At this ti of day, the other workers of the tavern were either still asleep or nestled in a prostitute’s bed. But Calvin was different. He wouldn’t squander his money on such indulgences, even though he was the highest-earning bartender among them all.

Calvin was saving up money to leave this place. Although he loved it here – it was his hotown – this Kingdom was beyond saving.

Make money! Make money!

Calvin silently motivated himself.

"Ding-a-ling!"

At that mont, the ’bell’ hanging at the tavern’s entrance rang. Calvin knew he had business coming because no one would co to a tavern in broad daylight unless they were looking for information. And information ant money.

Calvin lifted his head and put on a professional smile. "Welco!"

As he spoke, his eyes quickly scanned the person who just entered – male, around 30 years old, silver-gray hair, deanor as frosty as ice.

Well, fortune has indeed co knocking.

Calvin instantly recognized this man as soone the Dark Tide Comrce was currently offering a bounty for. It was said he offended the head of Dark Tide Comrce, Darius, but based on Calvin’s sources, he knew this guy had taken down Darius’s Knight Guard squad and ruined a major business deal for him!

Lynch walked over and sat at the bar.

While Calvin was sizing him up, he too was inspecting Calvin – or rather, Calvin’s soul—

Soul Peeping.

This was the second ability unlocked by the Eye of Death God after seeing life spans. It allowed users to directly perceive the soul beneath a person’s body. Through the soul’s changing colors and strength, one could identify malicious intent, emotions, and more.

At this mont, under the Soul Vision, Calvin’s soul noticeably activated when he spotted Lynch, its color shifting to a golden red. This indicated imnse excitent, though what exactly caused the excitent remained unclear.

No matter; he could just ask directly.

Lynch focused his spiritual power and spoke, "What’s the matter? Is sothing making you happy?"

His voice seed to echo in Calvin’s soul. The bartender, without hesitation, blurted out, "Hahaha! Of course I’m happy to see a walking moneybag. The Dark Tide Comrce is offering a hefty sum for you. Even providing clues can earn several gold coins."

Calvin’s face suddenly fell.

What am I doing?!

Lynch smirked but didn’t mind. Instead, he continued, "I’m here to ask you sothing."

Calvin had no idea what had co over him, but it didn’t matter. Now it was ti to make money. He quickly handed over a glass of rye and boasted, "You’ve co to the right place. Whether it’s the prettiest prostitute in town or the color of so noblewoman’s undergarnts today, there’s nothing Calvin doesn’t know."

Lynch casually swirled the glass and asked, "Are there any individuals skilled in internal affairs nearby?"

Two silver coins.

Calvin thought this to himself, but what he actually said was, "Then I believe you’re looking for Lord Greywell Croft, the previous King’s Hand of Feiyan City. Had the forr Count Aisenberg listened to him, he wouldn’t have dragged himself and King Edmund III of Feiyan City to their deaths in Ice Sealed Canyon, allowing his treacherous brother to seize the opportunity."

My God! What have I just said?!

Calvin’s face darkened as he hurriedly covered his mouth.

But it was no use, as Lynch’s voice rose again, like a nightmare.

"Oh?"

He asked with great interest, "Tell , what exactly did he do?"

...

In the western outskirts of Feiyan City, at Kroet Manor.

"Master, it’s ti to go!"

Demont, the High-level Knight known as the Silver Light Sword and Greywell’s most loyal guard, called out to Greywell inside the room.

The carriage outside was ready, and the servants had packed the luggage. All that remained was Greywell.

Greywell’s gaze swept across the desk before him, and his emotions were clear—

He couldn’t bear to leave!

This was the place he had cultivated for years. At this desk, he had completed countless proposals – fiscal reforms, agricultural revitalization, legal andnts... Nurous outstanding plans were conceived in this manor, transforming what was once a small town of several thousand residents into the thriving hub it was today.

Greywell had even thought all this was just the beginning. Years of preparation had now aligned for grand achievents. He had even dread of one day restoring Orendale to its forr glory under his guidance.

But alas...

With a shake of his head and a sigh, Greywell acknowledged there was no one to bla. It wasn’t the Count’s fault, nor the King’s. After all, in the face of such overwhelming power, anything they did was ultimately in vain...

"Let’s go."

Greywell withdrew his gaze. No matter the reluctance, he could only leave now. Lucien had already inherited the Count title and consolidated power. That vindictive hyena was bound to seek revenge for Greywell’s past suppression of him. Not having killed him during that incident with the slaughtered girl had been the gravest mistake...

"Whhooooosh!～"

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew in from the window.

Accompanied by it, a figure abruptly appeared in front of the desk. No one saw how he arrived – it was as if he had always been there.

"Clang!"

A piercing tallic sound rang out.

Demont imdiately pulled Greywell back and, with a flash of his Cross Sword, struck a dazzling silver light in the air, heading straight toward the figure sitting in front of the desk.

"Clang!" It echoed, as if from a struck gong.

Greywell then saw Demont launch backward like a severed kite string, slamming heavily into the wall.

This acclaid first Knight of Feiyan City, a figure who could rank among the top ten in all of Orendale, had failed to survive even a single exchange!

"Leave, my Lord!" Demont shouted urgently.

Greywell remained motionless.

If even the Silver Light Sword could not last a single round, an enemy of this caliber – if sent by Lucien – ant escape or not, the result would be the sa.

He stared at the intruder and calmly asked, "Who are you?"

By the desk, Lynch sheathed his Phantom Cross with a faintly appreciative glance at the elder man. "You’ve got courage."

There wasn’t even the slightest tremor in his soul.

After a pause, Lynch added, "No wonder so many people recomnded you as an outstanding talent."

After leaving the Enchanting Tavern, he had visited several other places, asking multiple people the sa questions. Regarding internal affairs specialists, at least seven or eight out of ten had pointed him toward Greywell.

Without preamble, he stated bluntly, "My na is Saphiros Alsaas Diablo."

"From now on, you will execute my will."