Quickly, they arrived at the top of the Wizard’s Tower.
Angel easily stepped into the room, which showed that the Law of the Water System in the real Tide Wave Garden had been almost completely exhausted. Even without understanding the water system’s pathways, he could walk in.
Rhein stood in the center, feeling the Foundation of Laws, and after a moment, sighed lightly: "The Foundation of Laws is still here, and it’s gradually restoring the Power of Laws."
In the real Tide Wave Garden, the Foundation of Laws remained unchanged. A true Foundation of Laws had appeared again in the Wilderness of Dreams, which meant... the Dream Conch directly copied a Foundation of Laws.
This was really quite terrifying.
The Dream Conch seemed weak in its effects, but it could actually ignore rules to such an extent!
Even Rhein, accustomed to storms, was shocked. He glanced at Angel and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: "In the hands of others, the Dream Conch is a useless trinket. But in your hands, it might really create a world..."
It wasn’t until they left the Tide Wave Garden that Rhein finally spoke: "Now at least we can be sure that when we ’borrow’ the Witchcraft Garden in the future, we won’t have to worry about the Foundation of Laws having problems."
In the following time, Rhein and Angel conducted several experiments on the rules brought by the Dream Conch.
The more Rhein understood, the more he felt the terror of the mysterious object, as if it had no limit.
They spent an entire day and night in the Exile Space, and by the time they came out, the once light snow had turned into heavy snowfall.
The snow on the ground had already passed their knees.
"This experiment ends here; we will continue when there’s an opportunity." Rhein hovered in mid-air and said to Angel: "Now, come with me."
After speaking, Rhein’s figure flashed and flew towards the northeast of the Pamiji Plateau.
Although Angel was a bit puzzled, he still followed along.
This flight took them directly out of the Pamiji Plateau, to a vast inland lake at the lower reaches of the Xuenau River.
"Lord Reine, where are we going now?" Angel finally asked curiously.
Rhein pointed to the lake below: "This is the Filthy Wing Station."
"Filthy Wing Station?" Angel had never heard of this name before: "Is it a Wizard Market?"
Angel recalled the areas around the Pamiji Plateau and seemed to have no memory of a wizard market by this name.
"Not really a Wizard Market, but it does have certain market functions." Rhein paused and said, "You could call it... a private trading fair."
Rhein quickly explained the situation about the Filthy Wing Station.
The reason it’s called Filthy Wing Station is that it’s one of the mobile stations of the Filthy Wing Merchant Troupe. The Filthy Wing Merchant Troupe moves valuable goods between their stations, forming a very private trading fair.
All of Filthy Wing Merchant Troupe’s transactions are of precious items because their clients are basically all True Knowledge Wizards.
As for why the Filthy Wing Merchant Troupe can connect with the circle of True Knowledge Wizards and form an effective trade fair, Rhein’s explanation was simple: The leader of the Filthy Wing Merchant Troupe is a top-notch third-level wizard whose strength is on par with mine.
However, purely due to strength, it wouldn’t be enough to form such a powerful trade route. Angel suspected there must be other factors at play, but they were unknown for now.
Because the Filthy Wing Merchant Troupe serves only high-level wizards, it remains relatively unknown. Even if gossip magazines knew of their existence, they would be too worried about offending people to publicize it.
"Actually, even if I don’t tell you, soon enough, someone from the Filthy Wing will contact you, offering an olive branch. Even though you haven’t advanced to True Knowledge yet, your status as a member of the Research and Development Institute in the eyes of these merchant troupes is higher than that of a True Knowledge Wizard."
After explaining the Filthy Wing Merchant Troupe, Rhein finally spoke about the reason for their visit this time.
"I promised Sanders earlier to find you a parasitic body to utilize the effect of the Seed of Distortion. I’ve already commissioned the Filthy Wing Merchant Troupe to bring it over, and by the timing, it should have arrived."
"Let’s go, I’ll take you to see."
...
While Angel was at the Filthy Wing Station, at the far end of the Flourish Continent, Sanders was hovering in mid-air, looking at a blood-colored stele on the ground.
"These two are still in the area of the Red Plague cultists." Sanders looked at the blood-colored stele with the symbol representing the Red Plague Demon God, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.
This time, he came here to look for the tracks of Flora and Sumishe.
These two were caught in a mortal threat because of the Red Plague cultists, and Sumishe’s injuries were so severe he couldn’t use the Plane Corridor; he had to call Sanders for help via messaging.
Sanders thought they had already left the range of the Red Plague cultists, but he hadn’t expected their audacity to keep them in the radiation area of the Red Plague cultists.
Sanders shook his head and moved his gaze from the blood-colored stele. He closed his eyes and sensed the familiar fluctuations in the air, quickly selecting a direction and flying away swiftly.
Half an hour later, Sanders arrived in a tranquil forest.
After walking through the forest for a while, Sanders saw his target: a light shadow only visible to those who trained in Nightmare Illusion.
Behind the light shadow was a child skeleton adorned with a rose garland.
Sanders waved casually, and the light shadow disappeared. The little skeleton inside was startled, thinking an enemy had arrived, and fumbled with the rose garland on its head, spinning around in place frantically.
Though it seemed to be fleeing in terror, it was actually moving in circles.
"Are you Flora’s envoy?" Sanders’ voice finally made the little skeleton stop its frantic movement.
It turned and saw Sanders, staring for a moment before the ghostly green flames in its dark eyes flared up: "Mentor?!"
The voice wasn’t the little skeleton’s.
Sharp and a bit charming, it was Flora’s voice. Apparently, Flora had sensed Sanders’ arrival and remotely controlled the little skeleton.
"Mentor, thank goodness, over here..."
Flora’s voice was filled with excitement, but before she could finish, Sanders interrupted her: "Say whatever you have to when I get there."
Flora: "Alright, I’ll have Little Red lead the way now."