Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 302 - 015: Soul Vision
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Chapter 302: 015: Soul Vision
The order of the Human World originates from the Wizards behind the Witch Domain they depend on. When the Wizards’ order collapses, the order of the Human World naturally ceases to exist.
During the turbulence of the Tower of Nature, the Human World also began the restructuring of its order.
First, within the Court, the Greenst Royal Family, as the highest ruling lineage, suffered betrayal from the most loyal Kingdom guards.
King Owlett was assassinated on the throne. Several Princes and numerous members of the Royal Bloodline were slaughtered. Only a minority escaped the city under the protection of faithful guards, but even they lost the qualification for royalty.
All across the land, the Nobles raised the banner of avenging the King, yet in reality, they armed themselves heavily, selecting Royal heirs favorable to them, seeking to place the monarchy under their control.
In no time, Orendale sprouted more than a dozen, even several dozen ’Kings.’ What followed was an endless series of battles among these Kings – one King fell, another rose, blood-stained crowns, thrones made of bones, high walls forged from mountains of corpses, roads paved with seas of blood.
By now, Orendale has completely devolved into a playground of power games. As for how long this game will last, that remains an enigma.
…
The tavern, one of the most centralized information hubs in this era.
In the Enchanting Tavern, Calvin Hawk, known as the ’Whisperer,’ stood lazily at the bar, wiping down wine glasses.
At this time of day, the other workers of the tavern were either still asleep or nestled in a prostitute’s bed. But Calvin was different. He wouldn’t squander his money on such indulgences, even though he was the highest-earning bartender among them all.
Calvin was saving up money to leave this place. Although he loved it here – it was his hometown – this Kingdom was beyond saving.
Make money! Make money!
Calvin silently motivated himself.
“Ding-a-ling!”
At that moment, the ’bell’ hanging at the tavern’s entrance rang. Calvin knew he had business coming because no one would come to a tavern in broad daylight unless they were looking for information. And information meant money.
Calvin lifted his head and put on a professional smile. “Welcome!”
As he spoke, his eyes quickly scanned the person who just entered – male, around 30 years old, silver-gray hair, demeanor as frosty as ice.
Well, fortune has indeed come knocking.
Calvin instantly recognized this man as someone the Dark Tide Commerce was currently offering a bounty for. It was said he offended the head of Dark Tide Commerce, Darius, but based on Calvin’s sources, he knew this guy had taken down Darius’s Knight Guard squad and ruined a major business deal for him!
Lynch walked over and sat at the bar.
While Calvin was sizing him up, he too was inspecting Calvin – or rather, Calvin’s soul—
Soul Peeping.
This was the second ability unlocked by the Eye of Death God after seeing life spans. It allowed users to directly perceive the soul beneath a person’s body. Through the soul’s changing colors and strength, one could identify malicious intent, emotions, and more.
At this moment, under the Soul Vision, Calvin’s soul noticeably activated when he spotted Lynch, its color shifting to a golden red. This indicated immense excitement, though what exactly caused the excitement remained unclear.
No matter; he could just ask directly.
Lynch focused his spiritual power and spoke, “What’s the matter? Is something making you happy?”
His voice seemed to echo in Calvin’s soul. The bartender, without hesitation, blurted out, “Hahaha! Of course I’m happy to see a walking moneybag. The Dark Tide Commerce is offering a hefty sum for you. Even providing clues can earn several gold coins.”
Calvin’s face suddenly fell.
What am I doing?!
Lynch smirked but didn’t mind. Instead, he continued, “I’m here to ask you something.”
Calvin had no idea what had come over him, but it didn’t matter. Now it was time to make money. He quickly handed over a glass of rye and boasted, “You’ve come to the right place. Whether it’s the prettiest prostitute in town or the color of some noblewoman’s undergarments today, there’s nothing Calvin doesn’t know.”
Lynch casually swirled the glass and asked, “Are there any individuals skilled in internal affairs nearby?”
Two silver coins.
Calvin thought this to himself, but what he actually said was, “Then I believe you’re looking for Lord Greywell Croft, the previous King’s Hand of Feiyan City. Had the former Count Aisenberg listened to him, he wouldn’t have dragged himself and King Edmund III of Feiyan City to their deaths in Ice Sealed Canyon, allowing his treacherous brother to seize the opportunity.”
My God! What have I just said?!
Calvin’s face darkened as he hurriedly covered his mouth.
But it was no use, as Lynch’s voice rose again, like a nightmare.
“Oh?”
He asked with great interest, “Tell me, what exactly did he do?”
…
In the western outskirts of Feiyan City, at Kroet Manor.
“Master, it’s time to go!”
Demont, the High-level Knight known as the Silver Light Sword and Greywell’s most loyal guard, called out to Greywell inside the room.
The carriage outside was ready, and the servants had packed the luggage. All that remained was Greywell.
Greywell’s gaze swept across the desk before him, and his emotions were clear—
He couldn’t bear to leave!
This was the place he had cultivated for years. At this desk, he had completed countless proposals – fiscal reforms, agricultural revitalization, legal amendments… Numerous outstanding plans were conceived in this manor, transforming what was once a small town of several thousand residents into the thriving hub it was today.
Greywell had even thought all this was just the beginning. Years of preparation had now aligned for grand achievements. He had even dreamed of one day restoring Orendale to its former glory under his guidance.
But alas…
With a shake of his head and a sigh, Greywell acknowledged there was no one to blame. It wasn’t the Count’s fault, nor the King’s. After all, in the face of such overwhelming power, anything they did was ultimately in vain…
“Let’s go.”
Greywell withdrew his gaze. No matter the reluctance, he could only leave now. Lucien had already inherited the Count title and consolidated power. That vindictive hyena was bound to seek revenge for Greywell’s past suppression of him. Not having killed him during that incident with the slaughtered girl had been the gravest mistake…
“Whhooooosh!~”
Just then, a gust of cold wind blew in from the window.
Accompanied by it, a figure abruptly appeared in front of the desk. No one saw how he arrived – it was as if he had always been there.
“Clang!”
A piercing metallic sound rang out.
Demont immediately pulled Greywell back and, with a flash of his Cross Sword, struck a dazzling silver light in the air, heading straight toward the figure sitting in front of the desk.
“Clang!” It echoed, as if from a struck gong.
Greywell then saw Demont launch backward like a severed kite string, slamming heavily into the wall.
This acclaimed first Knight of Feiyan City, a figure who could rank among the top ten in all of Orendale, had failed to survive even a single exchange!
“Leave, my Lord!” Demont shouted urgently.
Greywell remained motionless.
If even the Silver Light Sword could not last a single round, an enemy of this caliber – if sent by Lucien – meant escape or not, the result would be the same.
He stared at the intruder and calmly asked, “Who are you?”
By the desk, Lynch sheathed his Phantom Cross with a faintly appreciative glance at the elder man. “You’ve got courage.”
There wasn’t even the slightest tremor in his soul.
After a pause, Lynch added, “No wonder so many people recommended you as an outstanding talent.”
After leaving the Enchanting Tavern, he had visited several other places, asking multiple people the same questions. Regarding internal affairs specialists, at least seven or eight out of ten had pointed him toward Greywell.
Without preamble, he stated bluntly, “My name is Saphiros Alsaas Diablo.”
“From now on, you will execute my will.”
