"Your Grace, there’s the scent of those two smugglers here, but it seems they’re gone now," said the gray-robed man, sniffing the lingering smell in the air, to the black-robed wizard beside him.
The wizard in the black divine robe also caught the pungent scent. As his gaze roamed below, he quickly spotted the Observer standing near a Steel Fortress.
Upon seeing the Observer, his pupils narrowed slightly.
"Saladin, stop, we need to pay respects to that Lord," he said.
"That Lord, who is it?" Saladin questioned the black-robed Bishop.
"The Observer of this world. Also, the proxy of the World Will."
...
"Lord Observer."
The black-robed Bishop and Saladin kneeled down, paying their respects to the Observer with the highest etiquette.
The Observer glanced at them, his expression somewhat complex.
The Extreme Sect is the only organization in this world that can reasonably know his identity as an Observer because they have been favored by the World Will.
However, from the Observer’s perspective, he didn’t particularly like the practices of the Extreme Sect.
As their name suggests, they’re too extreme.
Visitors from the Otherworld are not always smugglers, yet the Extreme Sect brands all people from the Otherworld with the mark of sin. Even those in possession of things from the Otherworld are criminals.
This clearly goes too far.
But there’s no choice; the World Will isn’t a moral tribunal, and favor is favor. Even if the Observer disapproves, he can’t say much and sometimes has to collaborate with them.
Thus, the Observer couldn’t tear his relationship with them.
The Observer nodded slightly, without saying a word.
However, the black-robed Bishop took the initiative to speak: "Lord, did you see two women in steel skirts? They are smugglers from the Otherworld, under the observation of the World Will."
The World Will again... the Observer mentally scoffed, but since they brought up the World Will, he couldn’t not respond: "I saw them; they just teleported away from here."
Gone? The black-robed Bishop frowned and asked, "Do you know where they went?"
The Observer replied, "Perhaps to the Eternal Night Kingdom."
The Observer didn’t directly mention the Pamiji Plateau but said the neighboring Eternal Night Country. This wasn’t exactly misleading; judging by the aura of those women, it’s highly possible they came from the Eternal Night Country.
Whether the Extreme Sect dared to investigate the Eternal Night Country remains to be seen by looking at the current situation there.
The black-robed Bishop fell silent for a moment: "I understand, sorry to disturb you, Lord."
With that, the black-robed Bishop and Saladin quickly departed.
After they left, the Observer picked up the envelope again.
Upon opening it, a letter constructed with an Illusion Technique floated before his eyes.
The Observer expected some answers from Angel on it, even if fabricated. However, there was none.
The letter contained just a simple sentence:
"Lord Observer, if you have time, feel free to use the Log-in Device and take a look. By the way, sorry to trouble you with Wang Wang for the time being."