"Wait... how could this be?"
Every Witch Hunter from the Florist Family receives professional training. Their ranks include vicious criminals, battle-hardened rcenaries, and even retired soldiers. How could a team of such formidable combatants possibly be wiped out so easily?
"What on earth happened?"
"I don’t know."
The man had been stunned when he first heard the news. His imdiate thought was that a colleague had used the Spring of Enlightennt as bait, setting an ambush to turn the tables on Vincent and his n. But according to his contacts on site, there were no signs of a fierce struggle. And the most baffling part of all was the cause of death for Vincent’s group.
"They were all killed by bullets," the man said.
So were shot in the head, so had their necks pierced through, and others were riddled with holes, a mangled ss of flesh and blood, their bodies practically torn to shreds. And all the bullets that killed them ca from their own guns.
The Fla Crow Maiden: "?"
The woman beside her wondered if she had misheard. "What do you an?"
"Are you saying they killed themselves?"
"It sounds absurd, but for now, it’s the only explanation that makes sense," the man said.
Perhaps Vincent and his n had so "internal strife" during the mission.
This strife might not have been their own doing. It’s possible they were manipulated. Certain types of Mind Magic can achieve that.
But that just raised another question—who was capable of such a feat?
For a Wizard, casting Mind Magic has stricter requirents than casting Illusionary Magic. Even if soone among the group who drank from the Spring of Enlightennt awakened a Talent for it, they wouldn’t be able to master it instantly.
A Tier One Wizard’s Magic Power and Spiritual Strength can’t support the cost of Mind Magic.
What’s more, the Hunter team had over twenty mbers. Controlling just one wouldn’t have been enough; they would have had to control at least half. And manipulating multiple targets simultaneously is a feat even many High-tier Priests skilled in toying with minds can’t achieve, let alone a Newborn who has just learned ditation.
The man believed that the Wizard who killed Vincent and his n had to be soone else entirely.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend." The maiden didn’t deny his speculation, following his train of thought. "Raising Sll Crows is not cheap, and with so many n dead, the Florist Family is bound to investigate this thoroughly. Keep a close watch on any related news. If you find any loose ends that weren’t cleaned up, do your best to take care of them for him."
"Understood. I’ll be heading back then." The man nodded, and his illusory figure gradually faded until it vanished completely.
Throughout the entire conversation, Sean hadn’t interjected once, acting as if it had nothing to do with him.
The man and the maiden seed to have overlooked him, which was a good thing. He didn’t want to expose his own strength just yet.
But after the man left, the maiden fell silent for a mont, then suddenly turned back, raised her eyes to him, and asked, "You killed them, didn’t you?"
Sean: "..."
Yes.
Oh, no.
"No."
"I’m just a re Tier One Wizard. How could I possibly defeat so many Witch Hunters?"
He deliberately brought up their past conversation. "Didn’t you say it yourself? That I have little potential, and what little Magic Power I have ca from the Spring of Enlightennt. How would I know any Mind Magic?"
"I never said it had to be Mind Magic." Although she hadn’t contradicted the man earlier, it didn’t an she agreed with his assessnt. She looked Sean in the eye and said, "While I can’t guess what thod you used to make them kill each other, I’m certain it was you."
This wasn’t so kind of woman’s intuition. She simply refused to believe it was such a coincidence.
She recalled eting Sean in the Void Technique Space that morning. He hadn’t seed panicked in the slightest and had even said he wasn’t there for help. At the ti, she’d assud he was just too proud to ask for her assistance, putting on a brave face. Looking back now, Sean wasn’t just putting on a brave face; he genuinely had the confidence to back it up.
He knew the Black Fruit Rainforest was a trap and chose to beat them at their own ga.
Therefore, even if the Wizard who wiped out Vincent’s squad wasn’t Sean, they had to be inextricably linked to him.
However, she didn’t press him further.
Everyone has their secrets, and her relationship with Sean hadn’t reached the point where they could talk about anything and everything. All she needed to know was that an entire squad of Witch Hunters had been annihilated and Sean was still alive. That was enough. Nothing else mattered.
The woman at her side clearly noticed that the maiden’s mood had improved considerably.
Sean took the opportunity to change the subject, winking at the maiden. "Miss Fla Crow, this is the third ti we’ve t. Surely you can tell your na now, right?"
She had promised Sean this and naturally wouldn’t go back on her word. She sized up the man before her for a mont, let out a soft huff, and replied, "Elvire."
Elvire Nix Seraphina.
Sean very conscientiously made up for the praise he hadn’t been able to give the maiden last ti.
"A fine na," he praised. "In the old tongue, Elvire represents beauty, kindness, and purity, while Seraphina ans Blazing Angels, symbolizing Power and strength. Most people couldn’t live up to a na with such deep aning, but on you, Miss Fla Crow, I can only say... it’s perfect."
"No one could be more suited for this na than you."
Sean’s explanation sounded so well-reasoned and professional that the woman beside the maiden couldn’t help but giggle.
"As expected of a novelist. Such a silver tongue."
Instead of complinting her directly, he praised her na, which allowed him to be sufficiently complintary without seeming abrupt or presumptuous.
Clearly, the guy knew how to talk. He was handso, too. Thrown into a circle of wealthy won, he’d be quite the social butterfly.
No one dislikes a complint, especially one delivered so subtly. It was far more palatable than crude, over-the-top praise. Elvire found it pleasant to hear, but she wouldn’t let it show. She wasn’t so shallow girl who could be won over with a few flowery words. With a straight face, she asked, "Are you trying to cozy up to ?"
Sean spread his hands in a gesture of honest defeat. "Well, it’s mainly because I don’t know anyone else here..."
To him, the Void Technique Space was still a completely foreign place, like arriving in a city he had not only never set foot in, but had never even heard of. The surrounding mirage-like, ethereal scenery subtly amplified the confusion in his heart, leaving him unsure of what he should do.
He needed a "guide."
And he needed so friends.
The woman, understanding his plight, extended a hand to Sean and introduced herself with a smile. "Hello, Mr. Sean. It’s a pleasure to see you’re still alive. I’m Elise, Elvire’s friend."
Sean politely shook her hand. "Hello, Miss Elise."
The woman teased, "After listening to you two chat for a bit, I think I finally understand why our dear Miss Fla Crow is so interested in you."
Interested?
What do you an, interested?!
Elvire shot her a glare. "Stop spouting nonsense."
She admitted she had underestimated Sean before. The handso man was more than just a pretty face. But that didn’t an she was interested in him.
Elise wore an innocent expression. "I was talking about his potential."
Elvire: "..."
"Oh."
It was true they were cultivating promising Wizards.
When Sean first arrived in the Void Technique Space, he thought any Wizard could enter, but that wasn’t the case.
The Void Technique Space is an illusory world built purely from ntal Power, with the help of the Original Consciousness Riverbed. It has no direct connection to Magic Power. Therefore, simply learning ditation isn’t enough. Ordinary Novice Wizards often can’t even find the entrance to the Void Technique Space. One’s Spiritual Strength must reach a higher level to gradually perceive its existence.
But Sean, having only just beco a Wizard, could enter the Void Technique Space directly. This completely contradicted Elvire’s initial assessnt of him. Sean wasn’t without Talent; on the contrary, his Talent was imnse. Even setting aside the matter of him wiping out over twenty Witch Hunters, in terms of ntal Power alone, he had already surpassed the vast majority of Wizards.
The requirents for entering the Void Technique Space were quite strict; correspondingly, the benefits it offered Wizards were enormous.
It wasn’t just a simple eting place for Wizards being hunted all over the world. Its greater purpose was to accelerate a Wizard’s Cultivation speed.
One could also perform ditation in the Void Technique Space; the two activities weren’t mutually exclusive.
In essence, both are activities based on the spiritual plane, similar to dreaming. If ditation in the Real World is a dream, then ditating in the Void Technique Space is a dream within a dream.
Controlling the second layer of the dream is undoubtedly harder than controlling the first, but the Wizard doesn’t feel this difficulty. They just need to enter a state of ditation as usual, and they can naturally hone their Spiritual Strength and control over their body. This allows them to ticulously alter their cellular autophagy to increase their Magic Power conversion rate.
And that was only one of the benefits of the Void Technique Space.
Beyond that, at the center of this illusory city stood a seven-story-high edifice called the "Hall of Truth," also known as the Holy Sanctuary. It housed countless powerful Magic and Magic Potion formulas left behind from the Era of Polymath, a true treasure trove of knowledge.
It was rumored that the top floor held clues about the Path of Divinity, the ultimate mystery that even Grand Mages above Tier Seven longed to glimpse.
Unfortunately, no one had ever set foot on the top floor of the Holy Sanctuary.
—Forget entering; simply talking about it would make them seem rather conceited.
Because as things stood, they couldn’t even get past the third floor. At most, they could only enter the second floor—and even that was limited to a very small number of powerful Wizards. The Dawn Conference itself was held on the second floor of the Hall of Truth.
"Anyway, the Void Technique Space is a great place. You should co here more often, provided you ensure your own safety," said Elise. "Even if you’re too tired to ditate, it’s good to exchange experiences with other Wizards. But you must rember, never easily reveal your location in the Real World to anyone."
Sean’s focus was on the deep ditation. He clicked his tongue. "It can even accelerate Cultivation? That’s amazing."
He gazed at the illusory streetscapes and the walking silhouettes around him. ’Being able to create a pocket dinsion like this is already incredible enough. But to also give all Wizards a cultivation cheat and leave behind a hall of knowledge... Just how powerful must the creator of this Void Technique Space have been?’
’A Tier Ten?’
"More than that."
Elvire glanced at him and added, "It’s soone you know."
"Hm?" Sean froze, not comprehending for a mont.
’I know them?’
’When did I et them? How co I don’t know about it?’
Elvire answered, "The protagonist of your book. The legendary Grand Mage, Carl Black."
Sean: "Huh?"
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