The Evil God Summoned by the Saintess

Rose’s expression was complicated as he watched the conversation between the old and the young in front of him.

He had already faintly guessed something.

He just didn’t know which one was standing behind them.

"Could it be... Raphael? Or... Ashugar? Faruga?"

Rose pondered for a moment and did not condense a physical form that would let them notice him.

He didn’t know these two; his guess was only a guess. Before seeing someone familiar, he didn’t intend to do anything.

It would be embarrassing if he caused a huge misunderstanding.

He would keep an eye on the two and see what they were preparing to do.

If someone he knew appeared, that would be ideal. If they were just performing some kind of ritual, he would decide then whether to intervene.

Of course, there was another reason: condensing a physical form would force Hilia to bear a massive Spiritual Power transmission. It would be fine if he condensed nearby, but right now he was nearly ten kilometers away from Hilia. At such a distance, once he condensed a physical form, Hilia would faint on the spot.

A spiritual entity turning into a solid body was like gas condensing into liquid; the total Spiritual Power consumption was enormous. If he could avoid using it, he would, lest he lose such a useful "tool person" as Hilia.

"Showing up casually might also end up exposing me to the Divine King’s field of vision."

Rose shook his head.

He quietly left a mark on both of them and then left.

A Tier Six Mage was very powerful, but still not strong enough to sense his mark. To detect it, one had to at least be a Holy-tier Mage.

The Holy-tier Mages might still be around. Unless they were killed, the remnants of the old era wouldn’t die that easily.

Aside from his own subordinates, Rose felt that the remaining Holy-tier, and even Tier Seven or Eight Mages, weren’t so easy to kill either. They were probably scraping by in some ancient ruin or hidden paradise.

"The Holy-tier might also be targets of the Divine King; that’s why they don’t dare show themselves and influence the world."

Rose returned to Hilia’s side and by the way checked on Benovia’s situation.

Unfortunately, Benovia was still engrossed in her book, with no intention of moving an inch.

"I’ll have to think of a way to get this girl moving later. Staying home reading all day won’t do." Rose thought.

At this moment, Hilia had finished calculating all sorts of expenses and had taken out materials from her Space Ring, currently mixing potions.

Fireballs, one after another, wrapped the required materials under the control of Mage’s Hand. Above the flames were water spheres, which extracted with ice-cold water, gradually squeezing out the essence of the materials, then fusing them together, slowly blending them into Scroll Ink.

Hilia was already very proficient at blending ink. Even though she knew nothing about potion-making, as long as she strictly followed the ratios, she could still do it precisely.

Potions and Scroll Ink were different. Scroll Ink didn’t need to consider Magic Power reactions; you just combined everything in one go according to ratio and timing. Potions, however, required consideration of the random reactions between materials, demanding that the Pharmacist use Magic Power and Spiritual Power, or reaction-suppressing materials, to blend and stabilize them, which really tested adaptability.

Because the reactions of medicines were very random and very abstract, low-tier Pharmacists themselves didn’t know where exactly in the potion the reaction would occur—just like programmers who have no idea where the bug will pop up before testing.

Scrolls and Arrays had similar issues, but they were more logical and didn’t require additional things to be added.

Rose went over and took a glance, discovering that Hilia was making some non-Ice Element Tier Three Attack Magic.

Sensing Rose’s presence, Hilia looked up at him and explained, "My stock of Scrolls is almost used up. I need to replenish them so I don’t end up losing to a Tier Four enemy."

Rose asked, "You’re not making some low-tier Scrolls to sell?"

Hilia pulled out a thick stack of Scrolls. "Weren’t you here just now, Lord Rose? I already used all the remaining ink to make low-tier Scrolls."

Rose nodded. "Good."

So Hilia continued to immerse herself in Scroll-making until late at night before resting.

The next day, Hilia took the low-tier Scrolls she had made and sold them to the Mercenary Guild. The price was a bit low, but the demand was huge.

In one go, she earned dozens of Gold Coins.

After that, Hilia looked at Rose and asked, "Lord Rose, can you tell where Shaline is?"

Rose smiled faintly. "Of course."

As he spoke, he shared Shaline’s location with Hilia.

Hilia sensed it, then cast her gaze toward a distant mountain.

"At this distance... she’s on Dragon Island Volcano?"

Hilia froze for a moment and said in surprise, "What is she doing on the volcano?"

Rose smiled faintly. "Who knows, maybe she’s looking for high-grade materials."

Hilia thought for a moment, then said, "Then I’ll go take a look."

Rose shook his head. "Don’t go yet. The volcano has already been sealed off by the Blue Dragon Empire. It’s not that easy to get in."

"I see."

Hilia blinked. "If I can’t go in, then I’ll go back and keep making Scrolls."

Rose nodded.

At this time, Shaline was following that Tier Six Mage deeper into the volcano, inside its interior.

For Fire Mages, the conditions there were still acceptable; they could withstand it. For other elements, especially Water Mages, it was not very friendly.

Tier Three Mages still had no way of ignoring the high temperatures inside the volcano. Even if Rose could help Hilia block out the heat, she would definitely be noticed by that Tier Six Mage.

Before he was sure of the situation, Rose didn’t plan to let Hilia take such a risk.

Better to let her keep waiting.

While talking to Hilia, Rose split off a strand of Spiritual Power and came beside Shaline and the Tier Six Mage Pera, watching them slowly patrol the volcano’s interior.

Inside Dragon Island Volcano were many lava caves, and these caves bore traces of artificial excavation—they weren’t naturally formed.

At this moment, aside from Shaline and Pera, many other people were coming and going in the caves. They wore uniform, heavy armor that shimmered with the light of ice and fire.

This special armor could help them resist the high-temperature environment inside the volcano, allowing them to mine resources within it.

Pera said slowly, "As early as a hundred years ago, we already made preparations on this volcano. These caves and tunnels you see aren’t just ordinary tunnels—they’re the lines of an Array. At every node we excavate a lava lake to serve as a node and power source for the Array."

Shaline silently followed behind her, dodging the passing ’miners’ together with her, listening to her speak.

"The Array has long since taken shape. The only thing we lack is that Heart of the Magic Puppet you obtained. This rare Heart of the Magic Puppet is something no one but you can touch. Maybe the guild leader could touch it, but she hasn’t appeared for a long time. She only left us this mysterious Array."

Shaline raised her head and finally couldn’t help asking, "What happened to the guild leader?"

Pera shook her head. "I don’t know. She’s always been traveling the world. Her tracks aren’t just on the continent; the oceans are also full of her footprints. Her entire life has been spent searching for a faint, distant hope."

Watching the two of them, Rose’s inner assessment gained a bit more probability.

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