Chapter 1291 Forbidden Entry <TOC> Chapter 1293 Fellow Passenger
Translator: SumTLMan
In the dance of decisions, Sanders chose to waive the integration of power. Indeed, Angel’s considerations weighed heavily on his mind. He treaded lightly, hoping not to sow seeds of misunderstanding.
Yet, Sanders wasn’t ready to embrace this power. His understanding of the Wilderness of Dreams merely skimmed the surface, like a stone skipping across a pond. Before plunging deep, he needed a holistic assessment to chart his next move.
Thus, he didn’t let haste brew mistakes.
After Sanders’ departure, like a magician concealing a trick, Angel veiled the core of the Nightmare Domain and stepped back into reality.
In the heart of the mansion, the grand hall bore witness to Angel and Sanders sitting opposite each other. Angel, with eyes closed, meticulously created the Gateway Model in his mental space. Meanwhile, Sanders delved into the annals of —Observations of the Wilderness of Dreams—.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a dance of light and dust, painting a picture of serenity in the hall.
Leon, arriving at the entrance, was greeted by this tableau. Treading lightly, he took a seat at the edge of the long table, fearing to ripple the pond of peace.
However, clad in armor, even Leon’s utmost caution couldn’t silence the metallic clang as he sat. With a sheepish hand to his face, he glanced back, only to find Angel’s gaze, now directed at him, as if a silent bell had been rung.
“Did I disturb your meditation? I didn’t mean to. Perhaps I should… leave?” Leon offered after a moment’s hesitation.
Angel’s response was a gentle smile, “No need. I was just lost in thoughts. Coincidentally, I have matters to discuss with you.”
After a while, Leon, fueled by curiosity, unfurled a scroll handed to him by Angel, wondering what mysteries it held.
The parchment had an air of antiquity, with subtle embossed formations on its surface, and it was awash with inscriptions.
“Star Frost Mediation Method?” Leon’s eyes were clouded with bewilderment. “Is this the meditation method of the Savage Grottoes?”
Before Angel could respond, a chilling voice cut through the silence, “If it were from the Savage Grottoes, Angel probably wouldn’t dare present it in the presence of the esteemed Phantom Master.”
With the voice’s emergence, a grand passage appeared out of thin air.
Emerging from it was the brazen Redhead known as Suis. His demeanor bold, yet a presence that was magnetic.
Suis’s eyes fleetingly landed on the parchment in Leon’s grasp. Though the glance was from afar, a wrinkle of consternation appeared on his brow, “Star Frost Mediation Method, surely it’s not the one I’m thinking of?”
He turned his gaze to Sanders, seeking affirmation through a silent, inquisitive look.
“Is there another Star Frost Mediation Method in the Southern Region?” Sanders inquired in a voice smooth as satin.
The pupils of Suis’s eyes narrowed, turning to Angel, “Is it really the guidance method of the Frost Moon Alliance? How did you come to possess it?”
Angel replied with a note of nonchalance, “Acquired it by chance. Presently, only those here are privy to this. So, as long as it’s kept under wraps, no one will question it.”
Suis assessed Angel, then turned to Sanders, noting their unperturbed demeanor. He pushed down his rising suspicions and refrained from further inquiry. If indeed it was as Angel said, and Frost Moon wouldn’t pursue it, this guidance method would be invaluable to Leon.
Suis shot Leon a profound glance, a sigh concealed deep within his thoughts. During his own apprenticeship, he had only learned the most common guidance method. Leon, on the other hand, seemed to be serendipitous.
Leon, in his naiveté, remained oblivious to the immense value the parchment held within the Wizarding World of the Southern Region. Even a whisper of it could likely incite waves of commotion.
“Best to keep it hidden. Ensure it remains concealed from outsiders; flaunting it could potentially court catastrophe,” Suis advised Leon, letting the topic rest thereafter.
Suis made his appearance. Ordinarily, they would have inquired about the final outcome. Yet, no one ventured to broach the subject first, all eyes were fixated on the still-open passage suspended in the air.
After a lingering five minutes, the white bear costumed Hobson, his face etched with intense emotion, emerged from the gateway.
Only then did Suis seal the passage to the Exile Space.
As White Bear took a seat beside Angel, his silence spoke volumes. Even without uttering a word, the mixed emotions swirling in his heart were palpable to all present. While hints of desolation were evident, they were predominantly overshadowed by a spirit of upliftment.
Angel, breaking the ice, inquired, “From the looks of it, a favorable outcome?”
Without responding verbally, White Bear merely retrieved a small vial from his pocket. Through its transparent exterior, a faint dark trace of blood could be discerned.
Recognition dawned on Angel. This was the very trace of blood he had deduced from the “Bloodline Tracing” on the Scarlet Sovereignty for Eureka, indicating its true owner.
The fact that White Bear had successfully acquired this vial indicated that Totoro’s prophecy had been spot on. Indeed, the bear doll was the pivotal figure in countering Eureka.
Suis remarked, “I employed certain spells to completely pacify Eureka before introducing her to Hobson. The evident struggle and conflict on Eureka’s face suggests that she hasn’t entirely succumbed to madness; a shred of lucidity remains.”
At this juncture, Suis cast a complex glance towards White Bear.
From the recent events in the Exile Space, it was apparent that Eureka’s feelings for White Bear were profound, even surpassing those for Suis himself. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have demonstrated such a violent reaction upon seeing White Bear.
Suis was torn between amusement and anguish. While it was indeed a silver lining that Eureka retained a semblance of sanity, the fact that in her heart, her lover Suis was overshadowed by a family member she hadn’t seen in two decades made him slightly uneasy.
After wrestling with Eureka’s thoughts for a while, the clarity of conscious thought emerged victorious, and then Eureka came back to her senses. At this juncture, Suis cast his eyes upon White Bear.
Upon Eureka’s awakening, she ushered Suis away, having a few minutes of private discourse with White Bear.
In the end, the vial of blood was also handed over to White Bear by Eureka.
Though they dwelled within his Exile Space, Suis was still able to perceive the essence of their conversation. Nonetheless, it might be more fitting for White Bear to recount the subsequent words himself.
The tempest within White Bear’s heart gradually calmed. Choosing his words with care, he spoke slowly, “Eureka is my sister…”
Regarding Eureka’s origins, White Bear didn’t indulge in an elaborate narration, seemingly reluctant to delve deep. He merely mentioned that the white bear doll given to Angel back then was indeed sewn by Eureka herself.
Subsequently, due to unforeseen twists of fate, Eureka had to depart from the Kingdom of Guman. Upon her return, White Bear’s maternal aunt’s home had already faced significant upheaval, prompting White Bear to seek shelter in the Savage Grottoes.
White Bear left it at that, not dwelling on why Eureka left or what she did in the Kingdom of Guman afterward. Instead, he jumped straight to the reason for Eureka’s descent into madness.
“Why did she descend into madness? The specific circumstances remain cloudy even to Eureka, but as surmised before, the true puppet master behind the curtains was indeed the Scarlet Sovereignty,” White Bear paused. “Half a month ago, the Scarlet Sovereignty activated spontaneously, targeting Eureka. Caught off guard, Eureka found herself ensnared, leading to the cascade of events that followed.”
White Bear’s narrative resonated with their earlier speculations. However, one detail beckoned deeper contemplation——
“Is she certain that the Scarlet Sovereignty was activated of its own accord?” Angel inquired.
White Bear nodded affirmatively, “Indeed, not only did it initiate on its own, but the subsequent fusion of the Scarlet Sovereignty with flesh was also an autonomous act.”
Everyone exchanged glances. If this claim held any truth, there might very well be a puppet master lurking in the shadows, manipulating the Scarlet Sovereignty!
Upon this realization, their eyes were drawn to the bottle on the table, which contained the blood of the master of the Scarlet Sovereignty.
“With the theft of the Scarlet Sovereignty, I’ve always been puzzled as to why King Guman hasn’t made any significant moves. He simply sent me on this investigation. It now seems he had another card up his sleeve.” A hint of resentment glinted in Suis’s eyes. “The Puppeteer Behind the Scenes must be close; otherwise, they couldn’t possibly control the Scarlet Sovereignty with such precision.”
Suis, unable to contain his curiosity, swiftly grabbed the bottle to sense its contents.
“I can feel it — a powerful bond of blood lineage. Our earlier speculation was right. The puppet master is indeed on the Old Land Continent.”
Sanders also took a moment with the bottle, nodding in agreement with Suis’s conclusion.
From all appearances, the true origin of this calamity is indeed the unseen manipulator lurking in the shadows.
However, identifying this puppeteer is one thing; locating them is quite another. Just as before, when Angel deduced the blood’s origins through a ‘Bloodline Tracing’, Suis still couldn’t ascertain the owner of the blood. Finding someone based solely on a drop of blood is a Herculean task, especially for wizards who aren’t prophets — it’s the same as finding a needle in a haystack.
To pinpoint the puppeteer’s exact location, one would need the insights of a prophecy wizard.
With this thought, everyone’s gaze instinctively turned towards White Bear.
In the gathering, the only prophecy wizard present was the White Bear.
White Bear, burdened by the weight of his monumental task and the concern for his sister Eureka, paused for a moment, pondering deeply. He finally nodded in resolution, saying, “Allow me to give it a try.”
The staff made several rounds, but like a boomerang returning to its master, it found its way back into White Bear’s grasp.
With a solemn gesture, he produced his staff, gently placing it upright on the table. Murmuring incantations under his breath… a strange force began to emanate from him. Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, the staff tipped over.
White Bear, taken aback, rallied his energy once more.
However, time and again, the staff would topple over, never staying upright.
The color drained from White Bear’s face, painting a canvas of despair.
Without a word from White Bear, the truth was as clear as day: his prophecy spell had failed.
“It’s alright,” Suis consoled, “The Old Land Continent isn’t vast. A meticulous search shouldn’t take too long.”
But White Bear, his visage marred by frustration, reclaimed the staff. Silently, he resumed his prophecy spell. This time, he eschewed the staff, pressing the staff directly to his forehead.
As the mysterious power radiated from him, beads of sweat began to form and trickle down, painting a portrait of exertion on his increasingly pallid face.
Just as it seemed White Bear might falter under the strain, he finally set the staff down, a weary sigh escaping his lips.
“I still haven’t located the individual,” he uttered, “but I glimpsed a ship in my vision.”
Chapter 1291 Forbidden Entry <TOC> Chapter 1293 Fellow Passenger