After binding the bone monster, Saul used the large quantity of magic crystals he carried to create an underground sealed chamber.

This sealed chamber was a purely physical restraint cage that Saul made by extracting and reinforcing metal elements.

Then Saul painstakingly removed a small section of bone from the bone monster, buried it under his skin, and sank this massive monster into the bottom of the black sand.

When large amounts of black sand covered the monster again, it gradually quieted down.

“The black sand here contains large amounts of inertized Black Tide pollution, which seems to have a certain sealing effect on anchor points.” Looking at the quieted monster, Saul was also inspired. “It seems Senior Byron’s inertization experiments must continue even if they can’t be scaled up. The black powder formed after inertization might save everyone’s lives in the future.”

Facing the unknown Black Tide disaster, the more prepared they were, the better.

Saul left a message for Noah under the Death Gate he had built, then seeing that the day’s cooldown period was up, immediately left the Chaos Realm.

Returning to the original world, he was still in the Old Days Manor’s basement.

By now, the enclosed room he had temporarily created no longer contained any Black Tide.

“The Black Tide that contacted me before was partially taken to the Chaos Realm, but there must be remnants here. Yet the room is now abnormally clean. As expected, when no Storm Eyes or anchor points appear, the Black Tide mostly hides underground, causing little pollution to people living here.”

This also confirmed Saul and Byron’s research on the Black Tide.

Saul had originally wanted to use the newly obtained white bone to probe the Black Tide in this room again, but after thinking it over, he gave up.

He opened the sealed wall above his head and climbed out of the silent basement.

Just as he walked back to the main hall, Saul saw Kismet sitting on the ground, listlessly playing a harp.

Half a year had passed without meeting, and he looked no different.

The aura and magical power fluctuations on his body still seemed like a second-rank wizard.

Only his eyes showed a bit more composure and a little less melancholy.

“Why are you here?” Saul asked.

Kismet smiled. “I came to perform for you.”

Without waiting for Saul’s agreement, he began playing faster on his own.

As clear, melodious string sounds rang out, two men in black wizard robes with covered faces walked down the second-floor stairs.

Actually, saying they walked down wasn’t accurate, because they were dancing on their tiptoes.

Their toes kept rising and falling, and their hands and arms drew less-than-graceful arcs in front of their chests.

Their heads tilted slightly to one side, trembling with their body movements as if the necks connecting their heads had become springs—one vigorous movement and their heads would be bounced off by the springs.

This duet was neither beautiful nor comical, only making one’s spine crawl and feel uncomfortable in the toes, arms, and neck.

Saul averted his gaze and turned back to Kismet.

“Who are these two?”

“Wizards from the Stargate Council.” Kismet answered Saul’s question while playing. “They secretly followed Diu Diu, probably wanting to see where you were going.”

“I saw Diu Diu and jumped on, but you weren’t on it at all. I thought you might come to the Old Days Manor, so I brought these two along to save them from coming up empty like me.”

“Hehe, see how kind I am?”

Saul only wanted to say that Kismet had nothing to do with kindness.

“Kindness is killing them and making them dance like clowns?”

Kismet pouted. “I was just too bored waiting for you, so I had to pass time by rehearsing dances. Do you think their dancing looks like clowns? Sigh, they really have no talent.”

Kismet’s hand heavily scraped across the strings, and the two Stargate Council wizards collapsed to the ground with a “thud.”

Finally, they could die quietly.

“Why were Stargate Council wizards following me?”

“Probably wanted to invite you as a guest, but I don’t recommend you go now, since they’re conducting a very uncertain experiment.”

Kismet always had his sources of information.

Saul was direct with him. “What experiment?”

Kismet raised his eyebrows. “Stargate observation experiment.”

“Indeed a very dangerous experiment.” Saul sneered. He hadn’t forgotten how the Stargate Council had secretly acted against Pei’er, making her become coordinates for opening Stargates.

Even now, after Saul had Nerela attempt to call out to Pei’er many times, there was still no response whatsoever.

“Doesn’t the Stargate Council want to use Stargates to leave this world? Now that Stargates have been opened, do they want to migrate immediately?”

“They’d like to. But their strength doesn’t allow it. Without fifth-rank wizard strength, rashly going to the other end of Stargates… um, it’s as stupid as jumping off a cliff hoping to be caught by tree branches.”

Saul nodded in agreement. “So they’re currently probing. Currently observing, and the next step will be sending people over, right?”

At this point, Saul paused.

“Then I really should make a trip there.”

Kismet dramatically waved his arms. “It’s very dangerous, Master!”

Saul chuckled lightly. “Where isn’t it dangerous?”

Kismet laughed heartily, stopped pretending, stood up supporting himself with one hand, and pinched his fingers together to pull a scroll from his sleeve, bowing to extend it to Saul.

“You’re right. Since we want to advance upward, there’s no place that isn’t dangerous. So I think you’re already prepared to open this scroll.”

Only after Saul solemnly took the scroll did Kismet stand up. “You don’t know—to retrieve this scroll, I specially went to the Burial Sea beneath Sky City, diving into the most dangerous and darkest seabed to bring you this scroll that’s been sealed and cursed for hundreds of years.”

He tugged at his collar, revealing blood-covered skin below his collarbone.

Being able to leave unhealable wounds on a fourth-rank wizard’s body, the Burial Sea was definitely a very dangerous place.

“Do you need me to treat it?”

“No need.” Kismet pulled his collar back up with a grin.

That was most likely fake.

Saul hadn’t forgotten that he was also an illusion master.

He looked down and opened the cylinder outside the scroll, pouring out what was inside.

It wasn’t parchment or silk paper.

What fell from the cylinder was like a veil woven from extremely fine metal threads, flowing into Saul’s palm like mercury.

His fingertips felt something cool and delicate.

Saul carefully unfolded this paper woven from extremely fine metal wire.

But there was nothing on it.

“What is this?”

Kismet said softly, “This is the method for the previous owner of the diary… Oh, I’m talking about the method for a true owner like you to be promoted to a fourth-level wizard.”

The diary’s previous master?

The wizard who had created mountains of corpses and seas of blood, yet abandoned everything?

Saul became much more cautious. He looked down again, his mental power already covering the metal wire paper.

The next second, Saul’s brain thundered with a shock, and a crooked pentagram appeared before his eyes.

His eyes stung sharply, and he instinctively closed them.

When he opened his eyes again, his hands were already empty.

That pentagram pattern had appeared in his spiritual body.

Only its color was extremely dim, as if waiting for someone to light it up.

(End of Chapter)

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