Saul re-hung his doctor’s license and stood in the middle of the sea, selflessly treating every Tribunal wizard.

This greatly reduced the wizard mortality rate.

Soon, wizards fighting in other defense zones learned of the situation here and specifically sent personnel to bring wizards who were severely polluted and couldn’t recover on their own.

Over time, even Saul, who could easily clear black tide pollution from others, felt enormous pressure.

After all, Saul’s treatment actually involved absorbing the black tide pollution from others into his own body, then sealing it in unimportant limbs like fingertips.

Absorbing too much black tide pollution in a short time without being able to discharge and seal it in time could cause him to faint from overload, just like when he was at the Purity Wizard Tower.

Even though he was now a third-rank wizard with incomparable strength to his past self, he couldn’t absorb black tide pollution endlessly.

But even though Saul was already feeling pressure, he had no intention of stopping treatment.

First, this battle was extremely important. Even though he wasn’t from Nephret, he didn’t want anything to happen to this continent.

Second, Saul had originally planned to do something after the black tide retreated.

This thing would be very difficult to accomplish with his status as an outsider. But if he had high reputation within the Tribunal, it would be easier to get a chance to try.

Saul believed that as long as he got this opportunity, he could achieve his goal.

Originally, Saul had wanted to stand out and help during the “masquerade ball” warned about in his diary, but now he had unexpectedly become a crucial doctor in normal combat.

If Saul hadn’t done his utmost to treat every polluted wizard, the number of people still able to fight here would be reduced by at least half!

Because of this, whether or not they had received his treatment, when wizards looked at Saul, their eyes showed respect.

Some even showed the excited expression they displayed when facing the Tribunal Chief.

Feeling the attention from all directions, Saul knew that regardless of this battle’s final outcome, his reputation here was already maxed out.

No, it was off the charts!

But…

Saul’s figure swayed and he nearly sank into the sea, but he gritted his teeth and persisted without falling.

At this time, two more wizards were brought before Saul.

These two were in very poor condition, already showing early signs of mutation.

Looking at Saul, both showed guilty expressions. These two had actually been treated by Saul once before and knew he was also very exhausted now, so they had fought until they could barely hold on before reluctantly coming over.

Seeing people approach, Saul’s slightly furrowed brow immediately relaxed as he waved to them without hesitation, “Come here!”

His movements were as decisive as his voice.

The two wizards didn’t dare delay and quickly stepped forward.

Saul grabbed both their arms with his left and right hands, then his fingertips transformed into tentacle-like shapes, extending along their arms to their most polluted areas.

At this point, his originally gray semi-transparent tentacles were already close to black and completely opaque.

Although Saul was nearly at capacity, his movements treating pollution remained very fast.

In less than a minute, the two wizards who were about to mutate had basically returned to normal.

Saul closed his eyes, withdrew his hands, and only reopened his eyes after two minutes.

When he opened them, several wizards were still standing before him.

“Do you still have any problems?” Saul asked.

“No.” One lower-rank wizard actively answered, then showed concern, “Lord Saul, are you alright?”

“I’m fine. If you’ve rested well, hurry back. If you don’t return, how will others dare to rotate over for treatment?”

Saul put on a stern face like a serious commander.

But none of the wizards he scolded felt dissatisfied.

They had just been concerned about Saul. Since he was fine, they naturally needed to return to battle quickly.

Saul was an outsider, and the Tribunal hadn’t forced him to do treatment work at this time, but he still did it.

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Saul squinted, seeing semi-transparent threads emerging from the two lower-rank wizards before him, eagerly trying to touch him.

Two easily moved little wizards.

Saul chuckled inwardly. Although he had undergone long periods of high-frequency treatment, he hadn’t reached his limit yet. But there was no need to deliberately emphasize this point.

After sending the others back, Saul took advantage of having no one to treat at the moment to quickly recover his mental power.

There was also the absorbed black tide pollution that needed to be transferred and compressed quickly. This could also extend the time he could persist with treatment.

But two hours—enduring through that would still be somewhat difficult.

Despite Saul’s treatment, wizards still suffered casualties in battle.

Most critically, without the defense formation, quite a few Red Sea Trees were still pushed down by black tide monsters or damaged by battle effects.

The outermost layer of Red Sea Trees had already been thinned by one layer, and the damage was continuing.

Saul thought for a moment and sent a message to a wizard responsible for communication on shore, “Please call His Majesty Alexandra over.”

“Call the Evernight Emperor over?” The wizard was stunned, but because Saul’s prestige was sufficient now, he only hesitated briefly without refusing, “Alright, I’ll immediately send someone to bring him over.”

Perhaps the other thought Saul was asking Alexandra to come help the Red Sea Trees with his bloodline.

After all, the fact that the Evernight Emperor used blood to nourish the Red Sea Trees wasn’t a secret among the Tribunal’s true wizards.

Seeing the other begin acting according to his instructions, Saul calculated in his heart: When Sander arrives, immediately plant Mido.

Regardless of this battle’s outcome, severe damage to the Red Sea Tree forest was basically certain.

With the Tribunal Chief absent and Royer also missing, for the greater good, Saul naturally had to prevent black tide pollution from reaching shore.

At this time, no one could stop him, and no one had reason to stop him.

However, before Sander appeared, an unexpected person returned.

Alfonso—he suddenly emerged from a ball of black mist.

Originally, when this ball of black mist approached, everyone was tense for a moment, but seeing Alfonso emerge from within, everyone nearly cheered.

At this time, every additional third-rank wizard meant the battle could persist much longer.

Although they didn’t know where Alfonso had gone before or how he suddenly returned, as long as he was back, everything was fine.

Only Saul felt joy mixed with surprise, Alfonso didn’t die? Could my actions have caused a change in his fate?

Actually changing the fatal fate of Alfonso and Royer was very difficult, because existences capable of killing third-rank wizards were hard to influence by ordinary butterfly effects.

Moreover, using the diary to warn of fatal fates over longer periods often led to situations where you thought you had done something to change the outcome, but actually became an aid to the original ending.

Just like Stuart’s disappearance, which was very likely caused by Floco, whom Saul had called over.

And after so long without appearing, things looked grim.

(End of Chapter)

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