Chapter 602 - 233: The Truth Is Always Hard to Accept

He had indeed concealed some things regarding the Dusk Sect.

Besides the matter of Clelia, there was also the intelligence about the "real" world he’d gotten from the clown, as well as the fact that the Eternal Life Association and the Dusk Sect were adversaries.

And the Eternal Life Association... Amiditch knew for a fact that he had joined...

"Besides what I’ve already shared, I do know a few other things."

With that thought, Wei’en looked up and directly at the few Wizards on the illusory screen, saying calmly, "The Eternal Life Association and the Dusk Sect have been opposed for a very long time. I learned from them that the Dusk Sect is behind some of the calamities on the continent."

"For example, the spacetime rift that occurred in the Misulaka City State during the last era was their doing."

"The Misulaka City State?" Boras leaned back involuntarily, clearly shocked by this news. "Are you talking about the Misulaka City State on the Western Continent?"

"If there aren’t any other Misulaka City States, then it should be that one. According to the records of the Eternal Life Association, they passed this information to the Red Moon Church at the time."

Wei’en recalled, "Originally, they also wanted to borrow the power of the Mechanical School and the Blood Spirit School, but it seems there was some conflict between them in the last era, and also..."

At this point, he glanced at the screen and said deliberately, "It’s also recorded that back then, while those two schools were fighting, our Ghost Soul School stole a great deal of their knowledge."

"Shut up!"

Before anyone else could speak, Josue, who was standing at the very edge, leaped forward and interrupted, "What do you mean ’stole’? All wizardly knowledge is the product of meticulous research by the school’s Great Mages."

He surreptitiously made a few hand gestures, signaling for Wei’en to stop saying such things.

"Alright, Little Josue, what we of Ghost Soul did back then is undeniable. Hmm... it was indeed a bit unscrupulous."

Anenep chuckled, a dry, crackling sound. "Besides, the conflict he mentioned between the Mechanical and Blood Spirit Schools should be the one over the flesh-and-blood modification proposal. And as it happens, the one from our Ghost Soul School in charge of that incident was Boras."

"Huh? My master?" It was the first time Josue had heard this. He glanced sideways at the figure behind him, then quickly backed away. "My apologies, Master Boras."

THWACK!

Boras raised his staff and whacked him on the head. "You idiot, shut up already! What an embarrassment!"

Uh...

Witnessing this, Wei’en tilted his head. ’I can’t believe the man himself is right here. Boras, from the Fourth Era, was in charge of that incident... Tsk, tsk, tsk.’

"If it’s about the Misulaka City State, then I understand."

Boras looked back at the illusory screen, the red light in his eye sockets flickering erratically. He said in a low voice, "I was always puzzled as to why that operation went so smoothly. It seems now we were just unknowingly riding on the Dusk Sect’s coattails."

"To think they were right under my nose back then... Director Wei’en, did you just say the Eternal Life Association has always been hostile to them?"

"Yes, I confirmed that with Elder Menor of the Eternal Life Association. In fact, after the Dakman Island incident, he came to the Cordo Sea Region in person."

"I see. And now for the third thing... This time it’s not a question, but a request."

’A request?’

Wei’en’s heart tightened, wondering what he was about to ask.

"If it’s convenient, please teleport one of the Pyramids over to us. We need to study it."

"No problem."

Seeing him agree without hesitation, Boras’s jawbone gaped for a moment before he nodded. "Thank you very much for agreeing."

"Uh, there’s no need to be so formal. As a member of the Ghost Soul School, it’s my duty."

"Oh? If that’s the case, then there are a few other things I might as well say directly."

"Please, go ahead."

"Before contacting you, I just spoke with Chief Ragnar of the Spiritual Mystery School. He told me that you passed the same information to them as well?"

’Uh, Spiritual Mystery, Ragnar, information?’

A bitter taste filled Wei’en’s heart. He already guessed what the legendary Skeleton Mage was about to say.

In fact, after sending the same intelligence to the Ghost Soul School and the Spiritual Mystery School respectively, he’d had a feeling his "Faceless" identity wouldn’t stay hidden for long.

As soon as the two schools made contact over this matter, the Spiritual Mystery School would be able to pinpoint his identity, and as for the Ghost Soul School...

It seemed the Spiritual Mystery School had already told the Ghost Soul School that the intelligence was provided by Faceless.

"It seems you’ve already guessed," Boras chuckled, a dry, rattling sound.

"My apologies, Lord Boras." Wei’en let out a long breath and said calmly, "The ’Faceless’ who appeared in the tower in the Nightmare Realm World was indeed me."

"I am the one who should apologize, Director Wei’en," Boras said, waving his hand. "The only reason I pointed this out is that I don’t want any rift to form between you and the school."

"At the same time, after learning the contents of the equal contract you signed with the Spiritual Mystery School, I actually feel both ashamed and embarrassed. A Ghost Mage of exceptional talent and boundless potential was not given the attention he deserves by our school, and had to rely on the resources of another school to improve his strength on his own."

"I’m deeply troubled whenever I think about it. And my frustration isn’t just about you, but also about the Intelligence Officers, the Shadows, and the traveling Wizards who have long served the Ghost Soul School. They too have not received the attention they deserve..."

’It seems the school isn’t going to hold my hidden identity and research findings against me. They might even increase their investment in me?’

However, what Boras Legend had said was, from the Ghost Soul School’s perspective, a genuine problem.

Take, for example, the Intelligence Officers working under harsh conditions. They suffer endless oppression from their superior Liaison Officers. Very few manage to safely accumulate enough wealth to obtain a Meditation Technique, to say nothing of their subsequent growth.