I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 130 Surveillance, Divination, and the Abnormal
The city of Elossia, the heart of the kingdom, is currently bathed in the afternoon sun.

Inside the towering city walls, the wide stone-paved streets are bustling with people and vehicles.

The hustle and bustle contrasted sharply with the disheveled state of mind after days of trekking through the wilderness.

The mansion that Ottorec III bestowed upon Jemin was located in the middle-class noble district of the capital. Although not luxurious, it occupied a large area and had all kinds of pavilions and towers.

The mansion's gates were tightly closed, seemingly peaceful, but in some unseen corners, several pairs of eyes were watching every move inside the house closely through barely perceptible monitoring arrays.

These are surveillance personnel dispatched by the royal palace.

In their view, this "Lord Jack" was mysterious in origin and had extraordinary abilities. Although His Majesty the King praised him lavishly, he never let his guard down.

"Today's target is behaving normally." A monitor in a standard robe whispered to the crystal ball, his gaze piercing through the illusion to see Jemin's figure in the study.

Inside the crystal ball, Jemin was sitting at his desk in his bedroom, one hand supporting his chin, the other casually tossing a few copper coins.

The copper coins tumbled through the air, making a crisp clinking sound, before landing precisely in his palm or scattering on the table.

The rhythmic clanging of metal was so loud that even the monitoring staff felt a bit tired of it, since he had been spending some time doing this "boring" thing every day since arriving at the mansion.

"It's been almost a week now. All he does is play with his little coins, read books, or go for walks." Another monitor yawned impatiently, finding the work too tedious and boring.

"Is he being too cautious? Or is this the norm for orc spies? They're new to the environment and don't dare to make any rash moves?"

“Who knows? His Majesty the King said that this Jack’s origins are unknown, and he may be a spy sent by the orcs. All five legends of Golden Harbor have perished, and the fact that he was able to bring those nobles back alive is strange in itself.” The former monitor frowned. “It’s better to be cautious. Even if he is just an ordinary adventurer, a strong person of this level is worth our manpower to monitor.”

"Ugh... how boring." The young monitors complained, their eyes still glued to the monitor screen, but without realizing it, their focus began to slacken.

Meanwhile, Jemin, whom the monitor described as "bored," was looking at the scattered copper coins on the table, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

He raised his hand, gathered all the copper coins into his palm, and tossed them up again with a light touch.

The copper coins clattered as they fell, forming an obscure and difficult-to-understand hexagram.

"The art of divination... is still quite useful in this kind of environment," Jemin murmured to himself, his fingertips brushing against a copper coin, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Given Jieming's interest in the cultivation civilization, he naturally learned divination, a special technique. Although he didn't study it in depth, he considered himself to be quite good at it.

Back in the Noren 13 plane, he rarely used this kind of monk's technique.

The main reason is that the Norn Plane and Norn Workshop are subordinate to the Wizard Civilization, and the level nine wizards in the Wizard Civilization are simply too powerful.

The contract signed upon enrollment was not just a contract with Norren Academy. Apart from the contract concerning military service, a large part of the contract stipulated that the signatory could not betray the wizarding civilization in any way.

This mandatory contract signed at the beginning of cultivation is essentially one of the foundations upon which the wizard civilization can conquer multiple planes.

However, in order to ensure that the wizards would not be extracted of any information if they were captured, these contracts were directly linked to level nine wizards.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, every wizard has an indirect causal relationship with a level nine wizard.

This left Jemin feeling helpless.

The art of divination, though seemingly mysterious, is actually quite complex. If one is not careful, one might infringe upon the karma of a ninth-level wizard, which would be tantamount to courting death.

Moreover, the art of divination is essentially the utilization of the world's origin. When one first arrives in a new plane, knowing nothing about its rules, one has no way to apply it.

In many cases, it is far less direct and effective than simply hiring a fortune teller to help with the calculations.

But at this moment, under such surveillance from both inside and outside, the art of divination reveals its unique convenience.

To outsiders, he was just idly fiddling with coins, and there was nothing unusual about it.

While he was in Golden Harbor, he had already begun to meticulously sense and study the laws of heaven and earth, the direction of spiritual veins, and the complex aura within the mortal faith network of the Erosian plane.

Through two months of research, Jemin had gained a deep understanding of the rules of this world, and he could finally use this unknown method of divination.

Just now, with the help of divination, he accurately calculated the only blind spot in the surveillance system of this mansion.

Actually, it can't be considered a blind spot in the monitoring, because professionals who set up magic arrays wouldn't make such a mistake.

Strictly speaking, that was just a blind spot for the surveillance personnel.

These are visual points that monitoring personnel may subconsciously overlook at specific times and locations for various reasons.

“It’s about time.” Jemin’s eyes flashed.

He got up, seemingly bored, and left the bedroom, heading towards the study on the other side.

The movements were natural and fluid, no different from the actions of the previous few days.

As he walked down the corridor, his hand twitched slightly.

Inside the monitors' crystal ball, Jemin was still under their surveillance. He went into the study, found a book, and sat down to read.

But inside the mansion, a wanton smile crept onto Jemin's lips.

Just now, he had used his magical artifact to create an elaborate illusion throughout the study area.

The mansion is equipped with a wide variety of surveillance spells, making it extremely difficult to hack into them all. Moreover, the various servants within the mansion also serve as informants, so simply altering the surveillance footage is pointless.

Therefore, using illusion magic to simulate his activities in the study is the most convenient and discreet method.

The servants dared not enter the study without his permission, for in this world, books were extremely valuable possessions.

From the perspective of the surveillance personnel outside, Jemin would continue his daily reading, walking, and even playing with the copper coins within "line of sight."

Looking at the surveillance cameras that were now shrouded in illusion, Jemin smiled and quietly closed the door.

He can finally take real action.

From his spatial expansion bag, Jemin continuously took out various materials—runestones shimmering with a faint light, parchment scrolls exuding an elemental aura, and even several metal parts refined using special techniques.

He carefully placed the materials in the center of the room and began to install them according to the instructions.

……

……

Several days later, as night fell, the palace was brightly lit.

A grand welcoming banquet is underway to greet the orc, elf, and dwarf delegations who have traveled from afar.

As the "Kingdom's Special Advisor," Jemin, dressed in a well-fitting aristocratic suit, moved among the mingling crowd.

He wore a polite smile and occasionally chatted with various nobles, ministers, and priests, gathering information from all sides.

"Advisor Jack, your heroic deeds have spread throughout the capital. You are a hero of the kingdom!" A portly duke raised his glass in praise, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

"I am deeply grateful for Your Majesty's and everyone's kindness." Jemin replied with a smile, but his heart remained unmoved.

Looking at the scene before him, Jemin narrowed his eyes slightly.

The various desires and emotions of the nobles also transformed into a complex worldly atmosphere, which was silently absorbed by the talisman in his dantian.

Just then, his body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Perhaps it was because he had been using divination too frequently lately that his senses had undergone some strange changes, and Jemin suddenly detected several unusual auras.

These auras were no different from their surroundings, but they carried a kind of wave that made him feel threatened from the bottom of his heart.

The fact that these people could make him feel threatened means that they are extremely powerful, probably exceeding the level two beings.

But the truth is, the number of legends at the entire banquet was extremely small, and each one was in a very conspicuous position, which did not fit the area that Jemin could perceive.

Most importantly, although the opponent's strength made him feel threatened, Jemin had a sudden urge to act.

He wasn't sure what this sudden impulse meant, but it didn't seem dangerous.

Driven by curiosity, Jemin's eyes quietly searched through the crowd, eventually pinpointing the source of these auras.

The first one is a dazzling female elf from the elf delegation.

The other party possessed stunning beauty and elegant demeanor, attracting the attention of countless nobles.

Her smile was flawless, but Jemin sensed a sharp edge about her that didn't match her noble demeanor, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

On the other side, within the orc delegation, a rugged and bold orc warrior was eating meat heartily and making a lot of noise.

He was vulgar in speech, impulsive in nature, and exuded a wildness.

There was another dwarf in the dwarf delegation, a boisterous-looking female dwarf who was drinking heartily from a barrel of wine. Apart from her large beard, she seemed unremarkable.

These three happened to be members of a foreign delegation.

"strangeness……"

Jemin secretly observed for a while. Although he was worried about alerting the enemy, he didn't dare to observe too closely, but he didn't find any connection between these people and himself.

"Let's do some divination? Forget it, let's not be reckless."

After all, there are gods in this world. Anyone who can make you feel threatened at the first level of life is most likely related to a god.

If he could foresee the deity behind the opponent, then Jemin could stage an instant death.

"Tsk, let's wait and see."

On the other side, the nobles stirred, and Jemin glanced to the side, inwardly marveling:

"The sage's disciple? I never expected such an important figure to attend this banquet..."

Jemin shook his head, put on a smile, and rejoined the banquet.

(End of this chapter)