Chapter 835 – Black Tide Conference (I)

Chapter 835 – Black Tide Meeting (I)

Alfonso could see that Saul genuinely didn’t want to come here to join in the fun, but today’s meeting was something that Lord Frim Court himself had ordered that Saul must attend.

“Today’s meeting concerns the upcoming Black Tide, and the Lord of the Court has named you to attend.”

Sol was unmoved.

There was no way that letting him come to participate would give him an important task, at most he would go as a marauder.

As for whether or not he would be used as cannon fodder, it would depend on whether or not his own strength could impress the people of the Court of Judgment.

Although he was not too willing, Saul could only put down the experiment in his hand and followed Alfonso through the Eternal Night Palace.

Finally, the figures of the two appeared outside the royal palace.

“Eh? The meeting isn’t taking place in the Eternal Night Palace?” Seeing the soldiers and sorcerers outside, Saul realized that the scale of this meeting was feared to be much larger than he had imagined.

Outside the Eternal Night Palace, a huge recessed council hall had been added at some point.

Just like a stepped classroom, the center of the council hall was the lowest, and the surrounding rows of seats were elevated.

Because it was already dark at this time, there were burning torches illuminating each row of passageways.

As to why torches were used instead of the more energy-efficient and convenient fluorite, Saul did not know.

He found that the people of the Nefret continent were very accustomed to using flames for lighting. Even high-ranking sorcerers would use fireproof lamps instead of sorcery illumination.

Following Alfonso, he sat in the first row of seats. Saul waited quietly.

After a short while, Saul saw a man in a simple black dress with a golden crown of thorns striding into the council hall.

Behind this man who carried a powerful aura, there was also a short man, who shrank and looked very inconspicuous.

However, this man pretended to look at Saul without realizing it when Saul looked over.

Saul was mentally thinking about the data he had gotten in the lab earlier, while looking up to see what was going on, and happened to lock eyes with the other person.

At this glance, he suddenly saw that the image in front of him seemed to have a special filter added to it, and the sky even started to rain flower petals.

The surprised emotion hadn’t completely appeared yet, the flower petals that had been spread all over the ground suddenly disappeared again, as if he had dreamed a dream.

Saul looked to his left and right, and no one seemed to have seen the rain of flower petals except him.

Even Alfonso, who was sitting beside him, had a bland look on his face.

Saul looked sideways and asked Alfonso, “Alfonso, did you just see ……”

“What?”

“The petals?”

Alfonso froze for a moment, then as if he thought of something, “Did you just lock eyes with Stuart of the Black Flame?”

Sol nodded, “If the Stuart you’re talking about is the little man just now. Yes, he happened to look over.”

Alfonso looked at Saul again, as if going back to the way Saul had sized him up on his first day in Neverwinter.

“Stuart is a Third Order sorcerer, specializing in poisonous attribute sorcery. However, the poisons he developed are very special and are usually not used in head-on battles. It is said that one of them can test another person’s mental body through illusion and apply a mark. All those who have been marked by him will be discovered by him once they appear near him.”

“Aren’t you afraid of angering others by marking so forcefully?” Sol said with slight dissatisfaction.

He had already begun scanning his entire body with his spiritual power, wanting to see where the other party had applied the mark on his body.

Alfonso slowly shook his head, “It’s useless, Stuart wouldn’t strike at a fourth-ranked sorcerer. But none of the others who were marked found where they were marked. The marking process is very brief, I heard people say that when they were marked, if they were in a spiritual body stronger than Stuart, it is possible to see the marking process, like a rain of petals.”

“And those whose mental bodies aren’t strong enough won’t even notice that they’ve been hallucinated for a moment. But whether they can see it or not, the marked person can’t find the mark on their body.”

Thor raised an eyebrow and scanned Alfonso, “You’ve been marked too?”

“…… Uh-huh.”

“And no one went after him for doing that?”

“Stuart is Emperor Blackflame’s beloved. It’s said that he’s been Emperor Blackflame’s escort since he was a toddler. If someone comes after him, the Black Flame Emperor will protect him unconditionally. Moreover, the other party’s mark doesn’t have the ability to do any harm, it just allows Stuart to notice the marked person approaching, and it’s also said to be for the protection of Emperor Blackitis.”

“Does a fourth-order sorcerer really need the protection of a third-order sorcerer?” Saul snorted, resting his chin, and stopped asking. He could sort of see that the Ruling Court probably couldn’t do anything about Stuart.

Soon the number of people in attendance at the council hall exceeded two-thirds, and a sorcerer that Saul did not recognize walked to the presiding platform at the bottom and began to preside over the meeting.

Although it was a sorcerer holding a meeting, but because it represented two empires, so it was inevitable that there was some red tape of the scene to say.

Although Saul was sitting in the first row, he neither had to speak nor be introduced, and directly leaned against the back of a comfortable chair stuffed with cotton, closed his eyes and began to fake sleep.

It looked like a fake sleep, but the fact is that he entered his own consciousness platform.

In the deep starry sky, the gray-white round platform was even more ancient and thick. The patterns on the ground became more and more complex and clear.

The Death Wizard’s Diary above his head floated quietly in the air.

Saul walked along the circular platform and took a step directly underneath it after walking to the edge.

He was looking for the mark that the Stuart wizard had imposed on himself.

Since the mark had been applied with an illusion, it was likely that it had also been applied to his mental body.

Saul’s mental body had completely merged with his space of consciousness. Nothing could escape being watched by the stars.

Unless its level had exceeded that of a sixth-order sorcerer.

Last time, the eye of the wind was hidden in the back of the round platform, so Saul also came to the back to check it this time.

Only he didn’t find any abnormalities.

After circling around and rejoining the front, Saul looked up at the diary.

“It’s not on the round table, it can’t be in the stars, is it in the diary?”

Saul raised his hand, and the huge diary above his head automatically shrunk and fell into his palm.

The pages of the diary automatically tumbled according to Saul’s consciousness.

But when the back cover of the last page closed, Saul didn’t find anything unusual.

“There’s something about this Stuart, no wonder no one has ever noticed his mark.”

Although Saul didn’t find the mark in both attempts, he wasn’t in a hurry.

By now, he still had at least three more methods to try.

The crudest one was to incarnate the thread of fate.

Let the eyes find the mark for themselves.

But that would be relying too much on the World of Illusion.

And the more contact he had with the guys who called themselves the Suicide Demons, the more wary Saul became of them.

“Compared to the Suicide Demon, it’s still the diary that’s a bit smoother.”

Saul’s spiritual power shook slightly, and the diary reopened, with many, many black lines building up on the white pages.

These lines extended in all directions, and soon the entire space of consciousness was outlined as a world made up of mere black lines.

It was as if it had turned into a three-dimensional sketch.

Saul’s mental fluctuations carefully swept through every inch of the world’s lines.

There was no initial feedback.

“Huh? Could it be that even the diary is undetectable? It shouldn’t be?”

Sol scanned the entire space of consciousness again.

Suddenly, he realized something and couldn’t help but lose his smile.

“Sure enough, the most familiar stranger is himself.”

(End of chapter)