“This is… Stuart’s soul?!”

Saul was utterly shocked.

Having just consumed enormous mental effort to finally get his fate line close to the location emitting abnormal fluctuations, the front end of his fate line had entered a new square corridor.

Although he had no eyes, from the sensations received, it was identical to the Maze Corridor Saul was currently in—even the length of each corridor showed not the slightest difference.

The fate line had just stayed here briefly when it detected a familiar soul, or rather a familiar fate force approaching him.

He waited a while and discovered the newcomer was actually someone he knew. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet

“Stuart?”

Saul was somewhat surprised and nearly couldn’t maintain his fate line that had become thin as an ox hair.

“How could Stuart’s soul be here?”

Saul intertwined his fate line with the other’s and found it was indeed the familiar essence he knew.

…

…

“If Stuart is like Royer, having his soul stored with Frim, then why hasn’t Frim resurrected him?”

“No, that’s not right. Stuart belongs to the Black Flame Empire. Elo couldn’t possibly tolerate Frim resurrecting Stuart. Unless he doesn’t plan to employ Stuart anymore.”

When resurrecting someone, there are multiple methods to continue controlling that person afterward. So once Stuart went through Frim’s resurrection, it would mean the other could very likely secretly control Stuart.

Frim also couldn’t possibly secretly resurrect Stuart and then send him back.

Someone who has just been resurrected is different from someone who is severely injured.

Royer’s abnormality had been very obvious back then. Since Saul had seen a freshly resurrected person for the first time, next time he would be able to recognize what state a newly resurrected person was in.

Frim had clearly found Stuart’s soul but hadn’t given it to Elo for resurrection. He must be hiding something from Elo.

“Internal troubles within the Tribunal can also be exploited.”

Such a massive organization couldn’t possibly be united as one. Saul, currently trapped in this iron cage, could only look for cracks within it.

Saul tried to get Stuart’s attention but found he had no reaction. He wandered the square corridor like a confused zombie.

“Stuart’s condition is wrong!”

When Saul discovered this, his fate line finally couldn’t hold on and could only slowly withdraw from the other side.

He collapsed somewhat exhaustedly onto his pink soft sofa, looking up at the deep darkness above the ceiling-less corridor.

“Stuart… seems to have had his consciousness forcibly plundered. What is Frim’s purpose in treating Stuart this way?”

Saul’s hand kept tapping the sofa armrest. “Frim won’t also plunder my consciousness, will he?”

If this really happened, Saul could temporarily only rely on the diary to evade Frim’s exploration of his mental world.

As for using the consciousness platform to counterattack Frim… he had never even considered it. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Even Ophelia, the weakest among fourth-ranks, could easily leave Saul’s consciousness platform. Frim would be even less affected.

That would instead easily expose Saul’s secrets.

However, Saul could use the diary to cover his secrets.

Thinking of this, Saul immediately began preparations.

Although he had found a useless Stuart, it also let Saul know what aspects he should guard against regarding Frim. At least it wasn’t entirely fruitless.

As Saul continued plotting to leave the Maze Corridor, in the far north of Stat Continent, outside the Sighing Wall, fourth-rank wizard Murphy teleported to outside a remote, secluded wizard tower.

When his figure appeared, a wizard apprentice immediately emerged from the wizard tower.

“Lord Murphy.” Heywood bowed respectfully, but his face showed great difficulty. “Lord Gorsa says he is in deep meditation, recovering from his injuries, and cannot come out for a short time.”

This was clearly refusing to see visitors.

Having a third-rank wizard make a wizard apprentice say this to a fourth-rank wizard.

If it were anyone else, they could simply be scolded as ungrateful.

But the other party was Gorsa.

Murphy could only sigh.

He was used to it.

“I know Gorsa might not be in a good mood right now.”

No one would be in a good mood after failing advancement. Even for the extremely difficult third-to-fourth transition.

Presumably, given Gorsa’s pride, he couldn’t accept his failure.

However, Murphy still needed to see Gorsa. “Tell your lord that Saul is currently imprisoned by the Tribunal, and they very likely came for him.”

Heywood looked up in shock, meeting Murphy’s calm but emotional gaze.

“Saul… why would the Tribunal imprison Saul?”

Although Saul was now a third-rank wizard—a height unreachable for Heywood, an apprentice with no hope of becoming a true wizard—Heywood still couldn’t help but worry about Saul.

After all, he knew very well how much Gorsa valued Saul.

Murphy didn’t answer Heywood’s question. Even though he was a universally recognized brave and great fourth-rank wizard and the most important pillar of the Sighing Wall, he wouldn’t easily answer a wizard apprentice’s doubts.

Heywood immediately realized his presumption and hurried back to report this matter to Gorsa.

Who would have thought Gorsa still had no intention of coming out to see Murphy.

After a moment, Heywood emerged with an even more embarrassed expression than before.

“Lord Murphy, I’m very sorry. Master Gorsa is currently in very poor condition and cannot come out to see you.”

Murphy frowned slightly.

Heywood continued, “Also… he asked me to tell you that regarding Saul’s matter, let him handle it himself. The master said he… he isn’t Saul’s father.”

This statement was quite impolite.

Although the original meaning referred to Saul, it was also very offensive to Murphy, who was delivering the message.

Fortunately, Murphy didn’t get angry. He just shook his head and left his final words.

“Very well. But tell Gorsa that not everyone can tolerate his willfulness. Also, don’t shut yourself away after advancement failure. I can give him a year’s leave to go out and see the world. Just staying in the wizard tower will cause him to miss much knowledge.”

Having said this, Wizard Murphy’s figure disappeared.

Heywood’s form deflated and he nearly sat on the ground.

Although Wizard Murphy had shown no obvious emotional changes just now, his overall presence still made Heywood’s brain feel ready to explode.

He quickly returned to Gorsa’s wizard tower, finally feeling much more comfortable.

Then, looking up, he saw Gorsa.

This Gorsa, who should have been in a bad mood with a strange temper, was currently tilting his head with a smile on his face.

“Master.” Heywood quickly lowered his head. In recent years, he had become increasingly afraid to look directly at his master.

Perhaps Murphy was right—Gorsa wasn’t his master, but his lord.

“I don’t need others’ tolerance.”

Gorsa’s voice came with a smile.

“But Murphy is right. I should go out and walk around. Just staying in the wizard tower will cause me to miss many things.”

(End of Chapter)

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