When they gradually approached and finally stopped at a wide junction of the pipes in front of Jeming, Jeming finally saw their figures clearly.
They were also shrouded in various disguises, but the unique witchcraft resonance emanating from their bodies indicated that they had no intention of hiding anymore.
He no longer concealed himself, slowly stepping out from the shadows, his footsteps particularly clear in the silent sewer.
The four figures, who were still sowhat cautious of each other, paused in unison upon hearing his footsteps, then turned around abruptly.
"Although I guessed that there were quite a few wizards in the royal capital, it’s truly impressive that all of you managed to infiltrate such high positions. Should I say, as expected of geniuses?"
Jeming stepped forward slowly, breaking the silence among them: "We don’t have much ti, so since you all are hesitant, let , an unknown nobody, start..."
"You are no re nobody."
A clear voice interrupted him, and Jeming accordingly looked towards the relatively petite figure.
The other party was wearing a black robe that covered her face, but judging by the voice and body figure, she seed to be a female.
"No one would consider a person who has taken the first place on the contribution list to be an unknown nobody, right? Am I right, Mr. Jeming?"
Upon hearing Jeming’s identity, the other three were slightly stunned, and then revealed expressions of realization, their curious gazes imdiately turned towards Jeming.
At this, Jeming was genuinely surprised upon hearing her words.
Although the na "Jeming" should indeed be quite well-known among the wizards at the Nolun Workshop now, Jeming was also very clear that aside from the Wizard Apprentices at the No.13 Academy, others shouldn’t know about his specific situation and appearance.
Especially since he had changed his appearance, now assuming the visage of an Adventurer nad "Jack".
However, when he saw the figure revealing her appearance after lifting her black robe, and the comfortable aura emanating from her, Jeming’s eyes showed understanding:
"It turns out to be Miss Mary... no, it should be Miss Anya."
"Eh?"
The aura of comfort surrounding Miss Mary, the viscount’s daughter with strong affinity, suddenly contracted, revealing her ethereal and lively true temperant—it was Anya!
Anya was likely able to discern his identity due to her talent in perceiving the abnormal life energy within him.
After all, back in the square at the Nolun Workshop, she also spotted him from the crowd due to her talent’s perception.
She looked at Jeming, curiosity in her eyes: "How did you recognize ?"
"The aura Your Grace exudes is too familiar. Although disguised to so extent, the affinity for life energy is sothing I’ve only experienced on you." Jeming smiled.
Anya frowned slightly: "It doesn’t make sense; could my disguise be that poor?"
Jeming did not reply.
He certainly wouldn’t tell her that the main reason he recognized her was because of her gaze.
Back at the banquet, Jeming had already noticed when "Miss Mary" gazed at him with what she thought was a hidden look.
After all, the longing in her eyes for the experintal subject was too evident to soone like Jeming, who had frequently been absorbing Red Dust Qi lately.
Yet, with the two of them leading by example, the remaining three no longer hid themselves either.
The thin mist of disguise enveloping another tall figure dissipated like a thin fog, revealing her absolutely stunning face — it was the proud leader of the Elf Delegation.
A hint of surprise and realization flashed in her eyes, then she smiled gently, speaking in a playful whisper:
"Jeming? What a surprise... I didn’t expect to et you here as the top of the list. I am Seraphina."
As she spoke, Seraphina’s form wavered like an unstable image, then transford back into her appearance as a Tenth Level genius.
"I’m no longer that anymore. I’m now almost outside the top ten." Jeming waved his hand, "Your Grace’s fa precedes you."
Seraphina’s statent served as a signal, prompting the remaining two not to hesitate, shedding their disguises.
The coarse and hearty Beastman Warrior, with fur and wild aura dissipated, revealing his refined scholar appearance — it was Kaelen!
He grinned, carrying a hint of self-deprecation: "Finally seeing companions, I thought I was the only fool trying to act like a brute here."
Then, the hearty and rugged female Dwarf’s distinctive robust aura dissipated, revealing a sowhat unfamiliar male figure.
Jeming looked at him sowhat unsure, but Kaelen recognized him: "Reks? I haven’t seen you without your Alchemy Armor in quite a while."
Reks?
Jeming inconspicuously assessed the other’s aura, unable to align it with the tall chanical silhouette.
Reks’ eyes flickered with a wise glow that seed to see through everything: "I didn’t expect to et you all here, it seems everyone is smart."
Five wizards, all regarded as geniuses at the Nolun Workshop, had now reunited in the sewers of the Elorcia Royal Capital.
Jeming gauged the four familiar yet unfamiliar faces in front of him and suddenly couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
He recalled his previous grumble, it seed this world hadn’t quietly updated versions, those perceived as threats by him were all geniuses of the sa level.
Yet his laughter drew all eyes toward him.
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