Chapter 645: A Very Long Time

Morden didn’t remain depressed for long.

It was just that words he had kept bottled up finally had a chance to be expressed.

[However, master, although I don’t know much about atoms, you now have other people you can consult.]

“Camus?” Saul immediately thought of the soul body “freeloading” in his wizard tower.

He stood up, preparing to find Camus for a chat, but while walking on the stairs, he suddenly encountered Agu coming over.

“Master, Kismet has awakened and is making a fuss about wanting to see you.”

Saul’s steps paused as he decided to go see Kismet and find out how this guy had fallen into the hands of fourth-rank wizard Ophelia.

Although Kismet had been brought back to the wizard tower to recuperate, to prevent him from secretly causing trouble, Saul had several people take turns watching him.

So when Saul came to the first floor, Kismet was sitting innocently in a chair, surrounded by dozens of Little Algae baring their teeth at him.

As soon as he saw Saul, he raised his hand to complain, “My master, can you explain to this little guy that he and I are now colleagues of sorts, so he shouldn’t be so wary of me?”

“I’m the one who told it to watch you.” Saul walked forward.

Steward Hope, standing by the door, immediately brought over a chair so Saul could sit facing Kismet.

“What did you do with Lord Lady? Clark wasn’t dead before?”

Kismet still looked very thin, but his spirit had mostly recovered.

He chuckled lightly, “Lady Ophelia initially didn’t care who became the next fourth-rank wizard. But I secretly convinced her to turn and support the Glare Family instead. So naturally, she doesn’t want Clark to make a comeback and disrupt her plans with the Glare Family.”

“As for Clark, being a third-rank wizard, he naturally wasn’t easily completely killed. I know him quite well and guessed he might have hidden part of his soul in dreams to achieve rebirth. So after leaving Old Days Manor, I deliberately revealed to Ophelia that I was going to the wind chime tree house, and she indeed followed me there.”

Saul said sarcastically, “But at the same time, she knew you were openly using her, which is why she almost drained your blood to eliminate Clark’s remnant soul.”

Kismet shrugged, “For master, I’m willing to sacrifice myself.”

Saul leaned back, quite disgusted, “You used a fourth-rank wizard’s hand to completely eliminate Clark’s possibility of resurrection. Do you know who killed Clark?”

The smile on Kismet’s face slightly restrained, “Yes, and he probably didn’t hide it from you either?”

Obviously, Kismet also knew who killed Clark.

“Did you… plan this together?”

“Although we didn’t, we both had reasons to kill him, so when we met halfway, we chose to cooperate.”

Saul was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked another question, “That Storm Eye, was it really forged by him?”

Kismet nodded, “Quite bold. I don’t know how he managed to bring that thing from the Far North across half the continent.”

Black Tide brought back from outside the Sighing Wall could simulate Storm Eye aura. The abyss might indeed emerge from the Borderland.

In that case, even becoming a third-rank wizard, he would be the first to face Storm Eyes and anchor points that could appear at any time.

This Storm Eye was fake, but that didn’t mean Storm Eyes wouldn’t appear.

One of Saul’s prophetic dreams had now come true—Clark losing his sight.

The only difference was that Clark didn’t become a giant but died in the joint effort of Gorsa and Kismet.

Saul had basically figured out everything that happened at Old Days Manor.

“Then rest well. Once your body recovers, leave here.”

Saul stood up, preparing to leave.

But Kismet suddenly called out to him, “My dear younger brother master, don’t you want to know why I ran here to find you despite being severely injured?”

“For free treatment?”

Kismet looked aggrieved, “I’m not that useless.”

Then he said seriously, “Actually, I came to tell you that the Borderland now has an open third-rank wizard position. Please make sure to seize this opportunity and complete all advancement preparations within one year.”

One year?

Why did both Kismet and Gorsa give Saul the same timeframe?

Had they really not planned this beforehand?

However, Kismet’s condition was somewhat different—he wanted Saul to be prepared.

Kismet continued, “Firefly Lord Herbert actually depends on the Tribunal, while Wind Sprite Pei’er belongs to Sky City Lord Ophelia. And Clark had already allied with the Stargate Council. Now that the Stargate Council lacks a representative in the Borderland, they’ll naturally nominate candidates. If nothing unexpected happens, you’ll definitely be one of them.”

“However, I think even if Gorsa can convince the Glare Family to fully recommend you, another faction of the Stargate Council will definitely select their candidate. So in the next year or two, you’ll inevitably experience a joint assessment from the Stargate Council and Borderland.”

“If the Stargate Council directly sends a third-rank wizard over, wouldn’t I be directly disqualified?”

“No, even in the Stargate Council, third-rank wizards aren’t white mushrooms you can find everywhere. Moreover, third-rank wizards in the Borderland face much greater restrictions than those outside. Ordinary third-rank wizards wouldn’t station themselves in the Borderland long-term for the resources here.”

If it were before, Saul might not have understood the Borderland’s restrictions on third-ranks, but after learning about third-rank wizards’ methods of casting large-scale magic, he understood it was the Borderland’s pollution that made other third-ranks hesitant.

Only second-rank wizards who hadn’t yet advanced to third-rank would be willing to risk coming here for advancement.

“So candidates would only be second-rank wizards like me.”

“Heh, certainly not wizards like you who just advanced to second-rank. It would definitely be veteran wizards who have been stuck at second-rank for many years but haven’t found the method to open their door. The reward from the Stargate Council and Borderland for those who stand out in the selection is helping them prepare all resources for opening their door and assisting them in completing their first door opening.”

“Clap!”

Kismet brought his hands together, “So next, please work hard to complete advancement preparations, master, and become a true candidate in the selection. This way you can obtain abundant resources and successfully advance.”

“I see.”

Master Gorsa had told Saul to become third-rank within a year, though at that time he probably didn’t know there would be other candidates.

“What will the selection be like?”

Kismet spread his hands, “I really don’t know this. After all, the last time the Borderland had a third-rank vacancy was decades ago, and I wasn’t here then.”

Saul wasn’t worried about the selection itself, but he didn’t know if this selection would be time-consuming and energy-draining, instead delaying his progress toward advancing to third-rank within a year.

However, since the Borderland must maintain three third-ranks, the Stargate Council probably wouldn’t waste time.

“I understand.” Saul nodded, “Do you have any other news to tell me?”

“No more.”

“Then let me ask you a question.”

“Of course, master, please ask~”

“You were second-rank decades ago, right?”

“Yes~”

“How long have you been second-rank?”

The light, floating smile on Kismet’s face disappeared.

He looked at Saul in silence. Almost a minute passed before he said quietly, “A very long… very long time.”

(End of Chapter)

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