Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 830: The Test

Black tides were coming.

Saul immediately thought of the storm eye that had appeared in the Borderland.

Large amounts of black tide had also surged from there, and Saul had personally experienced the terror within.

This made him frown deeply. “Does the Tribunal have methods to deal with it?”

Sander asked Saul to sit down, then sat on the edge of the bed across from him.

“You don’t need to worry about this. The Tribunal has fought black tides for so many years and already has very comprehensive countermeasures,” Sander said hurriedly.

He was afraid of scaring Saul away.

“Although each black tide assault causes enormous damage to Red Sea Trees and mermaids, the Tribunal will also take action. Before Red Sea Tree numbers drop to the warning line, wizards will unite to resist the black tides and the monsters within them.”

“Over all these years, although black tides have posed threats of varying degrees to Nephret, they’ve never truly broken through the continent’s defenses.”

Seeing Sander’s desperate explanations, Saul raised his hand to stop him from continuing. “No need for that. I personally don’t fear black tides. If possible, I’d actually like to see with my own eyes what Nephret Continent’s black tides are like.”

After all, Sander was confined in Evernight’s palace as a human blood bag. He only knew a general outline of external affairs and wasn’t clear about how Saul had single-handedly saved half the Borderland.

Seeing Saul say this, he went along with his words. “Very well, if Lord Saul wants to experience black tides, I’m sure the Tribunal’s people definitely won’t refuse.”

Sander hurriedly moved past the black tide topic. “When Black Flame Empire’s Emperor Elo arrives, due to political needs, he’ll definitely meet with me. At that time I’ll ask him to return the Soul-Fixing Needle.”

“Will Black Flame’s emperor return the token according to his agreement with your ancestors?” Saul manifested a black branch in his hand, spinning it continuously like a pen.

“He definitely will. Because of Black Flame Emperor’s locator, he doesn’t make promises lightly, but once he promises, he’ll definitely follow through.”

Locator?

Regarding promise-related locators, Saul knew two directions: one like his own, related to fate and causality, and another related to contracts.

But regardless of which type, Black Flame’s emperor indeed wouldn’t break faith easily.

Just like when Saul used Causality—unless he was willing to bear enormous causal backlash, he would never violate promises after using consequence-to-cause reasoning and destroy the already-produced “consequence.” If the “consequence” was destroyed by other factors, it wouldn’t backlash on Saul.

“Evernight’s predecessors made a wise choice.” The black branch in Saul’s hand stopped spinning.

Sander felt relieved and looked at Saul with expectation again. “Then Lord Saul, regarding my heir… I’ve already arranged for reliable candidates to enter Evernight Palace. She will become the mother of my child.”

Since Sander brought up this matter, Saul also told Sander about his preparations.

It’s just that the progress differed somewhat from what Sander had previously envisioned.

“I’ll give you some mermaid bloodline to let you have a special heir.”

“Mm, mm.” Sander listened seriously, nodding while listening.

“However, this heir cannot be born.”

“Ah?” Sander was stunned.

If his child couldn’t be born, what difference was there from having no heir?

“But…” Sander said halfway before being interrupted by Saul’s raised hand.

“An heir possessing mermaid royal bloodline would only let you stay in the puppet position for two more years. When your body gets worse and massive bloodletting threatens your life, the Tribunal’s people will definitely drain you of your final value, then support your heir to the emperor’s throne and have him continue your fate.”

Sander also knew Saul spoke the truth. Even if he planned to use his sister’s special nature and his remaining time to build a new force, it would only be seeking a stable refuge under the shadow of Tribunal wizards.

An ordinary person couldn’t truly solve problems.

“So rather than giving you an heir, it’s better to give you a backer.”

“A backer?” Sander’s gaze wandered uncertainly. He wanted a guarantee to regain worldly power, but he didn’t want to follow Saul in causing trouble!

A mere mortal following Saul in causing trouble—those great wizards could kill him with just a glance.

Even if they temporarily didn’t kill him for mermaid breeding purposes, they’d probably directly erase his consciousness and make him a simple blood bank.

…Just like that mermaid princess in the adjacent room.

Living as a specimen.

Seeing that before he’d said anything, Sander across from him was already shocked and terrified to the point of losing emotional control, Saul was quite helpless.

He understood Sander’s fear of wizards, but if he was only satisfied with surviving a few more years, why would Saul risk helping him?

Saul didn’t explain or comfort Sander.

What he was about to do wouldn’t put him on the Tribunal’s opposing side, but it would challenge some people’s interests.

If Sander didn’t have sufficient courage, he’d better switch to another collaboration partner.

He quietly observed Sander, the black branch in his hand beginning to dance and spin at his fingertips again.

Sander’s forehead began sweating, his attention unconsciously drawn to the branch dancing at Saul’s fingertips.

What was that?

He suddenly looked at Saul. “Black…”

He spoke the first word but didn’t dare speak its complete name.

If Sander guessed correctly, this thing was a forbidden object in Nephret!

How dare Saul bring it here?

Sander felt his brain was about to stop functioning.

What to do?

A blue butterfly flew through Sander’s eyes.

Like ice thrown into boiling water, it immediately calmed Sander’s chaotic heart.

He took a deep breath, the expression in his eyes gradually becoming resolute.

“Anyway, losing the gamble is just death. I have no one else to turn to for help. Black Flame’s emperor will honor his promise to return the Soul-Fixing Needle, but that’s also because he doesn’t know the thing he’s keeping is the Soul-Fixing Needle. So he’s only responsible for safekeeping and won’t do anything that affects the Tribunal.”

“What Saul is saying now, though hiding dangerous signals, also shows that compared to me, Saul is plotting much more.”

Under his sister Mido’s reminder, Sander finally realized the opportunity hidden behind the danger.

He stood up abruptly. “Lord Saul, whatever you want to do, I’ll cooperate with all my strength!”

Saul clearly saw the blue butterfly in Sander’s eyes and smiled satisfactorily.

This time, Saul’s true collaboration partner was actually Mido!

Only Mido, who had struggled to survive in Blue Water Bay as an ordinary person’s soul and became a special spirit body living within Sander’s body, had hope of controlling the third target Saul would create.

“Once you agree, there’s no chance to regret it.” Saul stood up, using the black branch in his hand to press against Sander’s forehead. With just a little force, he could pierce through his skull.

“I’ll take Mido first. As for her body, you don’t need to worry—I’ll give her a form capable of influencing the entire Red Sea. You just need to be responsible for drawing away others’ attention for your sister during this time.”

(End of Chapter)