Saul hadn’t expected that while waiting in the wizard tower for Pei’er to set a trap for Dreammaker Clark at Old Days Manor, certain unexpected events would force him to change from an observer to a participant.

When news of Old Days Manor was quietly spreading, the mushroom forest by Rhine Lake welcomed new visitors.

Large amounts of white spores spread into the sky, but before they could fully disperse, they were sucked back by something.

Marsh, who was happily continuing to grow mushrooms outside, immediately hid in the center of a giant mushroom upon seeing this, looking toward where the spores had issued their warning.

With the mushrooms’ deliberate misdirection, he quickly saw two people walking through the mushroom forest.

One was a slightly fat man with very short hair, almost just stubble, but with a full red beard covering his face.

The other was a middle-aged man with deep blue center-parted short hair, expressionless, wearing a monocle.

These two were definitely wizards, and they looked quite powerful. However, Marsh couldn’t determine what rank of wizards they were.

He wanted to observe their abilities more closely before secretly reporting to Saul later.

Marsh instinctively turned back and was so startled he nearly jumped out of the mushroom.

What patted his shoulder was a dehydrated, withered dark gray arm. The end of the arm was still outside the mushroom, so Marsh couldn’t see the arm’s owner clearly.

Before he could think of struggling free from the arm, he felt a tremendous force on his body, forcibly yanking Marsh entirely out of the mushroom’s interior.

This also let him see clearly what the person grabbing him looked like.

The owner of the withered arm was a mummy, grayish-brown throughout, wearing a loose, tattered wizard robe.

His eyes were two large black holes with tiny silver lights inside.

His cheeks were sunken.

His mouth, already lipless, contained a few crooked, charred yellow teeth.

From this appearance, the other party should originally have been a necromantic corpse for commanding. But for some reason, Marsh sensed strong vitality from him.

Instinct told Marsh that the being before him was a living wizard, just one who looked rather strange.

After pulling Marsh out, this mummy wizard didn’t hurt him, but simply carried Marsh by his collar to the red-bearded and blue-haired pair.

“Are you from the Purity Wizard Tower?” The three seemed to be led by the red-beard.

Marsh didn’t know how to respond for a moment, and the other party didn’t wait for his answer, letting the mummy wizard continue carrying him toward Rhine Lake.

At this moment, Saul inside the wizard tower finally noticed the commotion outside and slowly walked out from the tower’s arched entrance.

His gaze slowly swept over the three foreign wizards.

These three wizards were all second-rank wizards.

It should be known that second-rank wizards weren’t numerous in the Borderland. Moreover, judging from the magical power fluctuations these three were emanating, they were strong among second-rank wizards.

The three opposing wizards stepped onto Rhine Lake’s magic-prohibited area and quickly discovered the anomaly, but none showed panic. They only looked down at their feet in surprise a few times before continuing to walk on the ice.

Saul also didn’t take the opportunity to attack.

Before understanding the three’s purpose for coming here, he didn’t want to easily provoke three second-rank wizards.

“Hello.” Seeing the three had approached, Saul actively called out loudly, “May I ask what business brings you three to the Purity Wizard Tower?”

The leading red-beard unceremoniously looked Saul up and down.

Unlike Saul’s subtle observation, red-beard’s gaze was quite domineering. He looked at Saul more like looking at a tool.

“You’re the Purity Wizard Tower’s tower master?” Red-beard’s voice was also forceful.

Saul felt several burning gazes fall on him. The other two wizards opposite also seemed unrestrained, blatantly scrutinizing him.

“So domineering and forceful. Could they be Firefly Lord Herbert’s people?”

Saul was displeased inwardly but showed no emotion on his face. “That’s me.”

Red-beard scrutinized Saul for a while. Seeing that the other’s aura wasn’t suppressed by him at all, he became somewhat interested.

His face twitched, and the corner of his mouth, hidden by his full beard, slightly turned up. “We’re from the Tribunal, carrying a tribunal decree to explore a dangerous place.”

Hearing the words “Tribunal,” Saul’s pupils slightly contracted.

He hadn’t expected to encounter Tribunal wizards here, who claimed they wouldn’t interfere in the Borderland.

Originally, Black Sea Tree Source owner Justin had fled into the Borderland because the Tribunal wouldn’t enter here to implement verdicts.

But unexpectedly, one day they would actively break their own promise and enter the Borderland.

“Could it be for Old Days Manor, for the Storm Eye?” Saul’s eyes turned.

He felt the influence of the Storm Eye and Black Tide pollution might be more serious than he had imagined.

Sure enough, red-beard continued: “Not far from here, there’s a manor severely polluted. Even second-rank wizards entering face certain dangers. We’d like to request you, a wizard skilled at clearing pollution, to go in together. Afterward, we’ll pay you appropriate compensation.”

Whether compensation was appropriate shouldn’t be negotiated and decided beforehand?

Saul blandly refused: “Sorry, I just entered second-rank and my strength is still unstable. I currently cannot treat or clear pollution.”

Red-beard was as tough as he appeared.

“You don’t want to go? That won’t do. You’re so close to Old Days Manor here. The original rules of Old Days Manor suddenly changed. As far as I know, the rules here also once changed. Now I suspect Old Days Manor’s mutation is related to you.”

His gaze was sharp as a blade. “If you don’t accompany us, then I’ll have to implement a verdict against you for the crime of disrupting the Borderland’s stable environment!”

Saul indeed feared the Tribunal. The power of Soul Blade’s original owner Jasim was still vivid in memory.

However, this didn’t mean he would be easily intimidated.

He curled his mouth corner and sneered: “What, are Tribunal decrees such frivolous things?”

Upon these words, the red-beard opposite Saul showed no reaction, but the blue-haired man behind him immediately narrowed his eyes, and a layer of mist rose from his body.

But red-beard raised his hand, stopping the other from acting.

Red-beard was indeed the leader among the three. Blue-hair immediately drew back the mist that had already overflowed from his body.

“Tribunal decrees are naturally not frivolous. But your attitude and behavior will influence the content of our reports to the Tribunal. I think you wouldn’t want to know what it’s like to be on a tribunal decree. Better honestly come with us for a trip. If you have no problems, as the team’s medic, we’ll prioritize protecting your safety.”

Saul pondered for a moment.

The three opposing wizards quietly waited for his answer.

“The blue-hair just released what should be some kind of poison mist—a wizard who majors in poison attributes. And this red-beard wizard is full of sharp energy, seems to major in metal-attribute magic.”

He quickly glanced at the wizard behind them who looked like a mummy, carrying Marsh by his collar.

The other had remained silent, just quietly watching Saul, but the pressure he gave Saul was no less than the other two.

Moreover, Saul couldn’t sense the characteristics of the other’s magical power. He could only judge from the other’s appearance that the mummy wizard should major in dark-attribute magic.

Saul pretended difficulty, deliberated long, and finally nodded.

“Alright. I can go to Old Days Manor with you. But I need to go back and prepare some things.”

(End of Chapter)