"However, judging from the placement of these runes, if my speculation is correct, the construction of this array is rather coarse. There are even many redundant parts, suggesting that the person who set it up needs to improve their level of Rune Science..."

After evaluating the positions of these runes, Jeming couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

What exactly is their purpose?

Could it be the same as mine?

Jeming furrowed his brows slightly, then relaxed: "Well, the function of these runes does not conflict with my purpose. Perhaps I can take advantage of the power of these runes and reduce my workload a bit... I hope that wizard won't mind me hitching a ride."

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In the splendid banquet hall of the Holly Palace in the Royal Capital of Elorcia.

The crystal chandeliers cast dazzling light, illuminating the entire space as if it were daylight.

Luxurious silk and gold thread adorned the walls, with the air filled with the fragrance of fine wine, fresh flowers, and perfume.

Nobles in grand attire clinked glasses and exchanged whispered laughs, as if the war clouds outside never touched this land of joy.

Jeming, dressed in a dark custom-made suit, appeared exceptionally understated among the bright colors.

He held a glass of wine in his hand, wearing a polite smile, occasionally exchanging a few words with nobles who approached him.

As someone outside the kingdom's political system, Jeming was usually not invited to attend banquets.

However, today, it seemed that nobles across the kingdom were trying every way to hold various banquets to suppress their inner fears.

In the bustling crowd, his gaze inadvertently fell on the central area of the banquet hall, where a group of young men and noblewomen were surrounding a young lady.

She had a graceful figure, and her lake-blue long dress made her look like a forest fairy.

Her face wasn't stunningly beautiful, but it had an indescribable allure, like morning dew, pure and endearing.

She wore a gentle smile, and when she conversed with others, her eyes always held a sincere concern, as if she could see through people's hearts.

Jeming could clearly feel a gentle yet powerful life affinity subtly emanating from this person.

This force wasn't aggressive but could make those near her feel at ease, instinctively lowering their defenses, and even generating genuine affection and trust.

After talking to her, people would unconsciously reveal expressions of relaxation and joy.

"Such strong life affinity..." Jeming sighed inwardly.

This lady was none other than Miss Mary, who had recently been in the spotlight in the Royal Capital for the past few months, from the daughter of a viscount on the border between the Elf Kingdom and the Human Kingdom.

Just as Jeming was lost in thought, a familiar voice rang in his ear.

"Lord Jack! You're here too!"

Turning his head, Jeming offered a slight smile.

The newcomers were Count Reinhart, Baron Fabio, and General Brandon, three nobles who had once escaped Golden Harbor with Jeming, now dressed in elegant attire.

Though still showing signs of fatigue, they seemed much more spirited.

They approached Jeming, their expressions bearing the unmistakable mix of gratitude and a touch of reverence of those who have survived a calamity.

"Count, Baron, General," Jeming greeted them with a smile and a nod, raising his glass, "It is truly fortunate to see you all here."

"Fortunate! Truly fortunate!" Baron Fabio exclaimed, his face shaking with excitement, taking a large swig of his drink before speaking with lingering fear: "If not for your valor, my lord, we might have perished in the wilderness long ago, far from the splendor of this Royal Capital!"

Count Reinhart gave Jeming a meaningful glance, then cast his gaze towards Miss Mary, with a tone of slight nostalgia:

"Yes, being able to return here feels like a dream. However, the atmosphere in the Royal Capital is tenser than I imagined. The front-line battles, the public's panic... fortunately, we have His Majesty's wisdom and some reassuring figures."

He paused, pointing towards Miss Mary: "Like that Miss Mary. She has truly been the focus of the Royal Capital's social circle recently. The countesses praise her endlessly, saying her conversation and demeanor can relax one's mood, and even anxious nobles find peace after speaking with her."

Baron Fabio chimed in: "The Count is right. Miss Mary is like a clear spring, soothing the anxious minds of the Royal Capital. It's said she's here for a marriage alliance, and I wonder who might be fortunate enough to marry such a beauty."

General Brandon let out a light grunt, his tone carrying the unique realism of a seasoned soldier, laced with subtle concern: "I've heard of that viscount, just a lazy glutton. Instead of thinking about alliances, they should focus on what to do next with the coalition—the wizards won't care about your status."

As soon as these words were spoken, the others fell silent.

Jeming understood why they were behaving this way, and this was also the main reason why the Kingdom's nobility hosted banquets today.

If it weren't for his familiarity with the inside story, he might have felt frightened too.

After all, today was the day the Contribution Points list was refreshed.

Therefore, once again, the people of the Elorcia Plane witnessed the sky being torn apart, a scene of the Gods battling "Foreign Evil Gods".

Perhaps to show a difference from the previous times, to give the indigenous people a suitable sense of tension, or maybe the Destiny Element High Tier Wizards were simply careless this time...

In any case, this time the "Foreign Evil God," at the moment of "Death," exerted its utmost effort to drag a Divine Spirit down with it.

...In reality, it "picked" a Divine Spirit and slipped it into its pocket before being kicked out of the Plane by the Gods.

Though the one taken away was just a Lower Deity, barely reaching the level of Fourth Level Creatures, for mortals, the fall of any Divine Spirit is an unimaginable event.

"But speaking of which," Baron Fabio took another sip of his drink, trying to change the subject, "If we're talking about someone who has truly fought against those Foreign Demons in the Royal Capital, it should only be that 'Lucky One' Kaiden now! Lord Jack, you must have heard of him, right? The country Warrior who returned from the 'Battle of David's Annihilation' nine out of the ten times alive!"

Count Reinhart frowned slightly, seemingly not fond of this topic, but still explained, "It's best not to use that title to describe him, Mr. Kaiden is quite popular in the civilian district of the Royal Capital."

"He often gives speeches in taverns and squares, describing the brutalities of war that he personally experienced, and the evil of the Wizard 'David.' His words are highly provocative, and each time he can completely ignite the emotions of the people. Now, the populace of the Royal Capital is almost all calling for His Majesty the King to launch a total assault on the Wizards immediately!"

General Brandon snorted coldly: "That Kaiden is a complete lunatic. But you have to admit, his nonsense has made the entire Royal Capital inflamed. Many of the new recruits in the army were incited by him to join, each like they're on adrenaline. Although it helps boost morale, such excessive fervor before a war... is no good thing!"

Baron Fabio, however, was indifferent: "Who cares if he's crazy, as long as he can make those ordinary folks willingly fight for the Kingdom, then he's a good crazy! Now the people of the Royal Capital are really set on fighting the Wizards to the death, even those merchants who are usually timid as mice are shouting to donate money and resources!"

Upon hearing this, Jeming's heart shook fiercely.

He could almost confirm that this "Kaiden" must be a disguise by a Wizard, as for the true identity of this Wizard...

Jeming wasn't too sure, it could be David, but it could very well be someone else.

Because judging from the refreshed Contribution Points list, David's points indeed didn't increase much this month, so the current situation isn't clear, and it's hard to draw a conclusion.

"It seems that the peace in the Royal Capital won't last much longer." Jeming raised his glass without a ripple in his expression, clinking glasses with the three nobles, while a deep glint flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, Miss Mary, surrounded by people, adeptly handled those in front of her, but her gaze occasionally flicked towards Jeming's position.

After the banquet was over, Jeming returned to his residence.

He walked into the study shrouded in Illusion Technique, his expression solemn.

The information obtained from the banquet had given him new insights.

He scribbled anew on a sheet of paper, recarving the traces of Rune Arrays discovered recently, re-examining every Rune node, every Energy pathway.

Soon, Jeming found that the distribution of some Runes was not as chaotic as he had imagined.

Through continuous sketching, Jeming linked these Runes with others and discovered that it seemed possible to outline the contours of three giant Arrays!

These three Arrays are located in three different areas of the Royal Capital, connected to each other, with the final energy convergence point pointing to the core faith hub of the Royal City—the combined Faith Power of all the churches within.

"Three Arrays..." Jeming whispered, his eyes twinkling with excitement, "Truly great minds think alike..."

This indicates that besides him, there are other Wizards from the Nolun Workshop hiding in the Royal Capital, and they are all working towards a common goal.

The excitement on Jeming's face was somewhat uncontrollable.

If previously he only intended to hitch a ride, now he has decided, he also wants to get involved!

"The Array is constructed quite well, but still with minor flaws, the coordination of the three people is still a bit lacking, let me... act as your intermediary!"

"Huh? No, that's not right!"

Jeming suddenly discovered something again, unraveling the blueprint that covered the underground of the Royal Capital, comparing the new sketch with the previous one.

"Sure enough, a few Runes here have disappeared... and the style of carving of these Runes doesn't match the habits of the other three..."

As he spoke, Jeming's mouth involuntarily curved up: "Not three, but four people, is it?"

(More to come, another chapter.)

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