After talking with Shaya, Saul felt his soul body becoming unstable—he should be returning soon. He quickly instructed Mido on several matters and, before he could greet Floco (or settle scores with him), felt his soul grow weary and directly disconnected from the Prismatic Channel.

Returning to the torturous ocean, Saul had consumed enormous mental power connecting to the Prismatic World and was now completely exhausted, unable even to maintain the magic formations around him.

To connect with the outside world, Saul hadn’t focused all his attention on resisting pollution, leaving his current physical condition poor.

But since he had returned from the Prismatic World, Saul began consciously absorbing the pollution in the nearby seawater and swimming toward the surface.

When he was in the Storm Eye’s black tide before, he hadn’t constantly soaked in pollution either—whenever there was opportunity, he would immediately leave.

Frim didn’t stop Saul from surfacing.

On the contrary, when Saul’s black skeleton emerged from the water, he grabbed Saul and brought him back inside the light sphere.

With the surrounding pollution gone and pressure suddenly reduced, Saul’s mind relaxed and he fainted without any defense.

Just now, due to Saul’s movements, the already restless sea surface was stirred into giant waves again.

But no matter how high the waves, they couldn’t reach the warm-colored light sphere in the air.

The light sphere quietly hovered in the sky for a moment.

“Special wizard body modification allows free transfer of pollution, relying on soul bodies far beyond normal humans to resist pollution’s mental effects. So his ability to seal Storm Eyes alone relies on talent and body modification?”

A person’s talent couldn’t be changed, but wizard body modification…

Frim looked at Saul’s black skeleton body, his heart stirring with the desire to put him entirely on an experimental table. But thinking it over, he couldn’t do something that killed the goose for its eggs. For more chapters visit NoveIＦire.net

“But if it’s only this much, it’s just barely self-preservation before black tides. What ability could he have to face the Abyssal Eye?”

The light sphere looked at the depression on the distant horizon.

At this moment, the depression suddenly spouted a water column, followed by a strong pollution wave spreading in all directions. Even Frim had to retreat again to avoid it.

“Such an Abyssal Eye—Gorsa, where do you get the courage to want to go explore it?”

The light sphere didn’t linger long before flashing and disappearing.

Frim brought Saul back to the Maze Corridor and immediately left, but before leaving, he left potions and magic crystals for Saul to help him recover his body and spirit.

After Frim left, Saul immediately sat up.

He had only fainted briefly and awakened quickly, but remained restrained by Frim and was too lazy to wake up. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel⦿fire.net

Now that the person was gone, he immediately noticed the items on the ground and used them without ceremony.

After all, even he didn’t like being forcibly turned into a pile of bones.

While Saul was treating himself, Frim had already left the Maze Corridor and come to the Tribunal.

Guarding outside were Lia and another wizard.

Royer wasn’t here—he was busy repairing the Red Sea Trees, a very important task. He had to restore most of the Red Sea Trees within three years and achieve over eighty percent coverage of Red Sea Trees by Mido to resist black tide erosion of the continent as before.

After Frim emerged, he first glanced at Lia.

The beautiful second-rank witch currently stood expressionlessly in place with her hands at her sides.

“Saul is currently severely polluted.”

Lia was startled, her eyes widening, but she still didn’t look up.

“Go see if there’s anywhere you’re needed.”

“Yes.” Lia asked nothing else, walked forward three steps, then on the fourth step suddenly turned left. Her entire body seemed to enter a crevice and immediately disappeared.

Only then did the other wizard speak, “Chief, Lia seems overly concerned about Saul.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Frim wasn’t worried at all about what a second-rank wizard could do. “Tell Yura to hurry up and act.”

The other wizard also withdrew.

Not long after he left, a third wizard appeared.

“Lord Frim, the Glare patriarch sent you a letter.”

Frim’s light sphere directly swallowed the letter, which then self-ignited inside the sphere, leaving not even ashes behind.

“Inviting Saul as a guest? Have they discovered I’ve imprisoned Saul?” Frim said indifferently. “We have important research. Let them wait.”

If it was just the Glare family, there was no need to pay too much attention. Anyway, as long as Gorsa died, he and the Glare family would definitely be enemies.

So naturally he needn’t give them face now.

Of course, if Gorsa didn’t die and even advanced to fourth-rank afterward, Frim would have quite a headache.

No one knew whether Frim would have a headache in the future, but Kira was really having a headache now.

She turned her head to look at her sister Yura sitting on the throne. The latter had somehow gained support from some force and directly detained her while controlling the entire Kema Castle.

Because the other’s methods were extremely strong, people outside didn’t even know that Kema Duchy had changed hands, with the true ruler changing from Grand Duke Kira to Yura.

Although outwardly Kira was still the Grand Duke, she was actually no different from a prisoner.

Most crucially, until now, Kira still didn’t know what Yura wanted to do.

She looked at Yura’s face—clearly a very familiar visage, yet Kila didn’t believe the other was her sister.

Even though Gorsa said she was, and she herself claimed to be.

But Kira always felt something was wrong.

Her sister Yura should have been passionate about all kinds of knowledge, especially enjoying research into dark attributes and soul-related knowledge.

But the current Yura was completely focused only on revenge.

Even revenge against Gorsa, who had resurrected her.

Yura knew Kira was staring at her but paid no attention. She had very important things to do now.

“Tell them to check once more. I won’t listen to excuses—there can’t be the slightest error. If I find any oversight, I’ll make their heads grow out of their asses. Hehehehehe…”

Clearly speaking threatening, punishing words, but Yura seemed amused by herself and kept laughing alone.

Several people knelt prostrate below the platform, finding nothing funny at all. They could only see sweat drops falling from their foreheads to the ground, leaving dark marks.

“Stop laughing.” Kira sighed. The people kneeling on the ground had once been ministers she relied on, now toyed with by Yura like clowns.

Being told this by the other, Yura’s expression immediately turned ugly. She glanced at Kira, “Did you write the letter I told you to write?”

Kira sighed inwardly, “I wrote it and sent it out several days ago.”

Yura stood up from her seat, “Then why hasn’t he left the far north yet?”

“When has Gorsa ever followed your and my commands? Knowing you’re with me, he’ll only hide further away.” Kira said expressionlessly.

“Smack!”

Yura slapped the solid wood table, immediately creating a crack.

“He won’t hide from me!”

But Yura also knew that while Gorsa wouldn’t hide from her, he might not come to see her either.

That heartless man!

Yura looked up, fire flickering in her eyes, “He doesn’t want to see me, but I’ll make him come anyway. Hehehehehe…”

Hearing Yura start making that strange laughing sound again, Kira frowned.

Just then, Kira saw Yura’s laughter stop, but her lips still curved up eerily.

She heard a sentence she couldn’t understand.

“He’ll come, as long as I say I have secrets about the Dead Wizard’s Diary here.”

(End of Chapter)

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