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The Crow Feather Prophet pointed at himself with a puzzled expression.

He didn’t understand what was going on.

“Yes, you.”

!!

William nodded and replied. He didn’t look like he was joking.

“But how can I do that?” the Crow Feather Prophet asked.

Crowmen were a race with an extremely high affinity for shadow magic. It could be said that every Crowman had the potential to become a Master of Stealth. In fact, his Stealth ability was indeed very strong.

However, this didn’t mean that he could infiltrate the Sealing Chamber under the Astral Lighthouse, steal the soul fragment in front of two peak Master-level magic chanters, and swagger out.

Especially under the Viper Astral Lighthouse that symbolized Morph, Metal, and Shadow magic.

“I have some ways to help you better infiltrate the shadows. At the very least, I can let you sneak into the Sealing Chamber without being discovered. That’s enough,” William replied.

“Presiding Judge, even if I can infiltrate and retreat unscathed, my master’s soul fragment is the seal that suppresses the Mad Box. Removing it will release Demon General Mania,” the Crow Feather Prophet reminded.

The Mad Box that sealed Demon General Mania was one with the Astral Lighthouse. The soul fragment of the Father of the Crows provided the requirements for suppression, and the Astral Lighthouse was in charge of constantly supplying magic to the seal.

And once he removed the soul fragment…

“Then, has the seal on the Mad Box ever been removed all these years?” William asked.

“How is this possible? The closest we ever got was 15 years ago. The Crows fought their way to the Sealing Chamber, but they were eventually stopped by the tower guardian.”

As the Crow Feather Prophet spoke, he revealed a sorrowful expression.

The Crows could be connected through the Father of the Crows’ dream spirit on a stormy night. Even the dead could leave behind their memories in that dream. As for the tragic memories of that failed operation, they often surfaced in that dream because of the stark memories, like a warning bell.

“In other words, no one knows what will happen if the seal is removed, right?” William continued asking.

“But after the seal is removed, no matter what happens, the Demon General Mania will be completely released,” the Crow Feather Prophet replied in confusion.

Could this make a huge difference?

“No, the difference is huge… In short, I’ll make preparations for you to infiltrate the Astral Lighthouse’s Sealing Chamber.”

William stood up.

Realizing that the other party wasn’t joking, the Crow Feather Prophet asked in fear, “No offense, but Presiding Judge, if I’m going to steal the soul fragment, what are you going to do?”

William took out a letter sealed with Thorn City’s wax from his pocket. Vincent’s signature was written on the envelope.

“As a special envoy of Thorn City, I’m obviously being invited to meet the tower guardian of this Astral Lighthouse .”

…

Another mana cycle collapsed and dissipated in the Astral Observatory. The fiery-red-haired tower guardian stood up with an impatient expression.

Why does it always end like this?

Once the mana she tried to control broke through to the Divine Realm, her balance would inevitably be destroyed by the distracting thoughts in her mind, causing the magic spell to instantly collapse like a building with its foundation removed.

This was only the most basic mana circulation spell.

If this were the only result gained from training in the Astral Lighthouse, she could forget about touching the threshold of the Divine Realm for the rest of her life.

After a while, the fiery-red-haired tower guardian’s anxiety dissipated, and she calmed down again.

On careful thought, it didn’t seem to matter if her mind couldn’t reach the threshold of the Divine Realm.

A month later, when her term as the Astral Lighthouse’s tower guardian expired, she would probably never have the chance to come into contact with mana on the scale of the Divine Realm.

In the entire Riel Empire, other than the few families sitting at the top of the Astral Council, how many people could obtain the authority of the Divine Realm under the Astral Laws?

In any case, it was impossible for her to be among them.

Just as she was leaning against the window and thinking about something that seemed very distant to her, the door to the Astral Observatory opened and the attendant from before hurriedly walked in.

“M’lady, Thorn City…”

“Didn’t I say that all the letters from Thorn City should be burned…”

She turned around unhappily upon having her thoughts interrupted, only to discover that other than the attendant mage from before, another person was standing at the door.

It was a gruff-looking man wearing a heavy leather coat and holding a lead magical medium.

For a moment, the rich mana in the entire Astral Observatory seemed to leap for joy, but this seemed to be an illusion. The ebullient mana instantly fell silent again.

In the Astral Observatory, the entire Astral Lighthouse was a part of her perception. In theory, she could probe the depths of anyone’s strength the moment they stepped into the tower.

However, she didn’t even sense the man behind the attendant mage when he entered.

“M’lady, he’s an envoy sent by Thorn City. He has a letter signed by Vincent…” the attendant mage said.

However, the tower guardian didn’t even look at the attendant mage. She kept her eyes peeled at the gray-haired man.

“I understand. You may leave.”

The tower guardian waved her hand.

The attendant mage looked at the tower guardian who suddenly wore an extremely serious expression and turned to look at the man who looked nothing special. He bowed in confusion and left.

“How may I address you?”

the tower guardian asked carefully, her tone carrying a hint of respect.

If even she couldn’t determine the other party’s strength, it meant that the other party was at least on the same level as her or even higher.

However, she had never heard of a Legendary magic chanter in Thorn City. She couldn’t help but be cautious when faced with a powerhouse whose background she didn’t know.

“A special envoy from Thorn City,” the person replied before sighing.

“I didn’t expect the tower guardian of this Astral Lighthouse to be so young. May I know your name?”

The other party was also very polite.

A layman? Or was he pretending to be stupid? the tower guardian thought.

His two sentences exposed at least two misunderstandings concerning the Astral Lighthouse.

Firstly, most Astral Lighthouses were used to nurture the talents of the senators’ families. It was rare for the Stranger Lighthouse in Thorn City to be controlled by an old fellow who was indignant about breaking through to the Legendary stage. Secondly, during their term of office, the tower guardian couldn’t call themselves by their name.

“The tower guardian of Viper.”

She replied warily and asked, “Then, may I ask why you’re here, Your Excellency?”

“Of course, I’m here to confirm if you’ve received the letters from the Rose Palace. Vincent is worried that those letters will be accidentally burned by your subordinates.”

The other party deliberately emphasized the word ‘accidentally’ as he took out a letter from his pocket.

“He specially instructed me to personally hand this letter to you and guarantee that you would read it.”

Are you here to pressure me? the tower guardian thought.

So this was why Vincent dared to rise to power. He had a magic chanter at least at the intermediate Legendary stage.

“I’m not interested. I have enough on my plate.”

She replied very coldly in response.

Her term ended in only a month. She really didn’t want to get involved in any more trouble.

The other party seemed to know that she would give him such an answer, so he said,

“I know that you aren’t interested in the Moon Realm parish called the Gift Church, but what’s interesting is that they’re very interested in you. To be precise, they’re very interested in something of yours.”

“What is it?” she immediately asked.

Due to some bad associations, her tone became very serious.

“Mad Box, we received information that they want to unseal Mad Box.”