"Should we tell them?" After a silence, Rivetta was the first to speak.
"Since they’ve made their choice, they should be prepared for the possibility of death." Adelaide said coldly.
Zhuguang Chairman: "Black Duke, they haven’t been marked by the Thief of Time, and their other choices haven’t been stolen. They still have the chance to regret."
Adelaide: "So what? Even if they don’t die this time, greed, being the original sin, will erupt in the next similar event."
Zhuguang Chairman: "That’s their own business for the future. We don’t necessarily have to choose for them, but telling them the situation doesn’t take much effort."
It requires very little effort to earn a favor debt, which is very worthwhile. Even if some Wizards do not acknowledge this favor debt, it doesn’t matter; while not acknowledging the favor, they will undoubtedly deepen their trust in the absolute neutrality of the City of Truth.
The City of Truth has not achieved its reputation in the Southern Domain overnight; it comes from a steady accumulation over time.
Adelaide snorted coldly, "If the Chairman insists, then do as you wish, but I definitely won’t persuade."
At this time, Diescher suddenly spoke up, "I can do it on behalf of Lord Zhuguang."
Zhuguang Chairman looked deeply at Diescher, "I was originally planning to send a projection over, but since Wizard Diescher is also willing to go, then let’s go together."
Diescher: "Thank you."
The reason for gratitude is that Diescher knows very well that the Zhuguang Chairman must have seen his intention.
Just as Zhuguang Chairman considers the unwavering reputation of the City of Truth, Diescher is also considering how to deepen the influence of Glowing City Night Talk in the Wizards’ Realm, and this is clearly a great opportunity, which he naturally doesn’t want to miss.
"Wizard Diescher, let’s go. The longer the time is delayed, the greater the variables."
Though they say ’go’, their projections remain in place, as projections cannot move once they descend. To inform others, they have to create projections anew.
Not long after, they created two new projections in reality.
The new two projections descended among the crowd in the rear.
...
Upon hearing the astounded uproar from the crowd in the rear, Angel understood that Zhuguang Chairman and Diescher had already conveyed Vila’s prophecy.
"How many do you think will choose to leave?" Then, the Observer suddenly spoke, asking Angel.
Angel glanced back and saw many Wizards retreating, seeming to be a considerable number.
"Councilor Vila is one of the eighteen Observers of the Crown Star Church, and her words should carry significant weight. Perhaps, seven or eight out of ten might leave?" Angel speculated.
The Observer laughed slightly, "Even one or two out of ten leaving would be quite a lot."
"One or two out of ten? That’s unlikely, isn’t it?" Angel was doubtful, as nearly nine out of ten Wizards appeared to be retreating.
"Just wait and see."
The truth blooms as a flower once the dust settles. Before this flower blooms, if you tell others it will have square petals or a blue pistil, no matter how experienced a gardener you are, they may not believe you.
"Self-assumption" and "I think" are drivers for humans exploring the unknown, but they are also a high wall built from a sense of superiority within one’s own territory.
Humans are both naive and foolish, easily influenced, and stubbornly inflexible.
Thus, trying to influence everyone’s decision with a few words is evidently impossible.
On humanity’s stubborn root nature lies—conflict of interest, further reducing those willing to believe Zhuguang Chairman.
Then how many will leave as a result of this reduction?
Time slowly passed.
Zhuguang Chairman and Diescher’s projections disappeared from the rear, and after a while.
Angel looked back suddenly silent.
Maguston hadn’t moved, which was normal. Maguston was resolute; his choice was indicated by the Thief of Time, for the road ahead he could not leave.
But the others...
Angel had seen earlier that nine-tenths indeed retreated upon learning the prophecy, but it was just a retreat. They seemed to harbor luck, thinking staying further away would suffice.
The Wizards who truly left the Mist Belt were less than one-tenth.
The Observer’s judgment was accurate to the point.