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

Chapter 131 Spatial Teleportation and Negotiation
As night fell, the study in the Jemin residence in Elosia City was still lit.

Wearing a loose robe, Jieming lightly tapped his fingertips, and the last hidden ray of light disappeared into the wall, instantly making the atmosphere of the entire room become unified, with not a trace leaking out.

After briefly sensing the area, he withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

He has barely rested in the days since returning from the banquet.

After successfully deceiving the surveillance team within his residence, he busied himself with the task, and has now finally completed the construction of all the necessary magic arrays.

"Let's...test it first."

After thinking for a moment, Jieming took out a metal disc with a tiny space teleportation array, about the size of a palm, emitting a faint light.

This type of small magic array can only perform point-to-point short-distance teleportation, and the nodes at both ends need to be set up in advance.

He had already set up the corresponding other end in the underground laboratory of the Golden Harbor Mansion.

He stepped into the magic circle.

The space distorted for a moment, and the next instant, he found himself in the underground chamber of the dilapidated mansion in Golden Harbor.

The air was filled with the stench of blood.

Inside several specially made steel cages next to the secret chamber, the three orc generals who had been captured earlier lay dying.

His head was bowed, and his body was covered with cuts and burn marks.

After being gone for more than half a month, these guys were already not in a normal state, and after enduring half a month without a drop of water, their life force was now as weak as a candle in the wind.

“Excellent, it seems the spatial teleportation is working smoothly.” Jemin couldn’t help but laugh. “This way, my research can continue even within the royal city.”

Jemin stepped forward and gave them a quick check, a cold smile curving his lips: "Not bad, truly worthy of being a legend. You've managed to withstand this kind of environment. I was worried you'd starve to death."

“You…” The orc general raised his head angrily, but his physical weakness left him with only the strength to glare at the other party.

Jemin clapped his hands with a smile: "Don't worry, now that I'm here, I won't let you starve to death. Although from your perspective, starving to death might be a good choice."

"Orcs... will not yield." Another orc general let out a disdainful snort.

Jemin watched as the silver-white puppet approached upon hearing the order, then helplessly spread his hands towards the three orcs: "Unfortunately, I never needed to make you submit..."

He took out several bags of nutrient solution he had just prepared and handed them to the puppet: "Inject them with nutrient solution, don't let them die."

After checking the condition of the caged beastman and confirming that he still had "use value," Jemin turned and walked out of the basement, following the passage to the courtyard of the mansion.

He leisurely looked around.

By this time, Golden Harbor had already been captured by the orcs. This once luxurious city was now a ruin burned by war, with rubble everywhere and charred embers emitting a faint warmth.

Large swathes of buildings were demolished to serve as temporary camps for orc or human armies.

His mansion area, however, stood out conspicuously—at least from the inside out.

From the outside, this mansion, like other buildings, has become a ruin.

This was precisely the purpose of the concealment array that Jemin had carefully arranged before leaving Golden Harbor.

In addition to concealing the true information within, this illusion array can also synchronously create an illusion of "ruins" that is completely identical to the outside world, based on the surrounding environment.

In addition, as a high-level magic array, it can also weaken the presence of this area.

At the same time, the subconscious expulsion technique hidden in the magic circle can also make those who unintentionally approach this place feel inexplicably uneasy and uncomfortable, thus subconsciously avoiding this place.

“Perfect.” Jemin chuckled. “Although this lab required a significant investment, it seems to be working very well.”

……

……

a few days later.

With the space teleportation device, Jemin has been working feverishly in the secret laboratory in Golden Harbor these past few days, conducting research.

Suddenly, Jemin, who was engrossed in his experimental research, looked up at the alarm that was sounding beside him.

That was the arrangement of his residence in the kingdom's capital, so that he could immediately detect if anyone visited.

The surveillance screen was turned on, and the scene outside the mansion was displayed. The visitor was wearing the insignia of a royal guard and seemed to be in a hurry.

He immediately stopped the experiment, and when he touched his protective suit, it turned into a loose, soft robe.

Stepping into the spatial teleportation array, a flash of light appeared, and Jemin was back in his study in the capital city.

He composed himself at the opportune moment, pretending to have just finished reading, and calmly pushed open the study door.

Outside the door, the butler raised his arm and knocked, informing the room that the Royal Guard Captain and a messenger were waiting.

"Advisor Jack!" The captain of the guard bowed immediately upon seeing Jemin, his expression respectful yet urgent. "His Majesty has ordered that you proceed to the royal council chamber at once to observe the negotiations between the kingdom and the orc and elven delegations."

Jemin was slightly taken aback.

He was merely a "special advisor," a nominal position, and in principle, he shouldn't have been in such a high-level diplomatic negotiation role.

He was puzzled, but his face remained calm: "Oh? Does Your Majesty wish for some insights into the orcs?"

The messenger respectfully replied, "His Majesty did not say it explicitly, but only that this negotiation is of great importance and he hopes to gather wisdom from all sides."

“Okay, I’ll go right away.” Jemin nodded in agreement. He was naturally happy to have access to more information.

……

……

Deep within the palace, in the private study of Ottorec III.

King Autorec III put down the scroll in his hand and looked at the chief minister who was bowing before him: "That 'Jack,' has he already gone to the council chamber?"

The chief minister bowed and said, "Your Majesty, as you instructed, we have sent someone to summon him."

Ottorec III sneered and leaned back in his large chair: "Let him go, it'll be good for him to disgust the orcs."

"Hmph, just a bunch of barbarians. Even if they try to be clever, that's all they can do." Ottorec III narrowed his eyes. "Let this 'pawn' go to the negotiating table. If he can't resist contacting the delegation, we can get more information that will benefit us."

He paused, a shrewd glint in his eyes: "Even if he can truly restrain himself and not contact the delegation, just sitting there will be like a thorn in the hearts of the orc delegation, affecting their mentality, making them think that their trump cards have been exposed, and even making them suspicious. That's enough."

"Your Majesty is wise." The chief minister bowed his head, his voice as steady as if devoid of any emotion.

……

Royal Palace Council Chamber.

The atmosphere in the council chamber was tense and solemn.

On either side of the long negotiating table sat the core ministers of the human kingdom and the representatives of the orc delegation, respectively.

The elf and dwarf delegations, acting as mediators, were also present.

Jemin sat in a corner of the audience, playing the role of an inconspicuous "top advisor".

Negotiations have been conducted in several rounds, but have remained deadlocked.

"Humans, our demands are clear. You must compensate us for the resources previously agreed upon, and cover the losses caused to our kingdom by this delay!"

The leader of the orc delegation, a rugged orc elder, spoke in a deep, booming voice, his tone carrying an undeniable arrogance.

"Orcs! We are willing to pay back the resources we agreed upon, but you must also pay the price for conquering our city!"

"You're talking nonsense! Those are our spoils of war!"

"Grass beep beep beep, you..."

"[Orcish profanity]".

Seeing that the so-called negotiations had once again turned into a war of words, some people couldn't help but turn their attention to the delegations of the elves and dwarves.

After all, the reason why the delegations of these two races were invited was to mediate the conflict between humans and orcs at a critical moment.

Unfortunately, it would have been better not to ask for help at all.

Among the elven delegation, the female elf whom Jemin had sensed astonishing an unusual aura at the banquet stood up at this moment.

She was tall and slender, with a cold and arrogant face, and her tone was clearly contemptuous: "Both of your races only know how to take, not how to give. To ally with such a crude race as yours would only tarnish the glory of the elves!"

Hearing these outrageous remarks, Jemin's eyelids twitched: "Is this supposed to be mediation or adding fuel to the fire...?"

The most outrageous thing is that although the other elves didn't respond, their expressions involuntarily revealed a look of agreement.

Sure enough, the elf's outrageous remarks quickly garnered a response.

"Long ears, I'll blanch you, beep beep beep beep..."

The leader of the orc delegation was the first to launch an attack, and the minister of the human delegation immediately followed suit.

"[Royal Capital Profanity]"

The elf retorted without backing down: "[Elf's elegant profanity]".

As for the dwarves, those taciturn fellows had no intention of offering any opinions from the start, and they were all drunk.

"Have you heard? The leader of the orc delegation got into a fight with a patrol outside the city, saying something about 'orc honor not to be desecrated.' If the people from the Mage Guild hadn't arrived in time, someone might have died," one servant whispered to another.

"And then there's the elf Seraphine. Every time she speaks, she's so condescending, practically belittling the orcs and us. Does she even want the alliance to succeed?" another noble advisor complained, frowning.

"The same goes for the dwarves. That female dwarf leader, apart from emphasizing how important dwarf technology and minerals are, never mentions supporting the war. She's incredibly stubborn."

Hearing these whispers, Jemin felt something was amiss.

It sounds as if the various ethnic groups have long been accustomed to the conflicts between them.

But he always felt something was off.

He subtly turned his gaze to the foreign delegation. He now knew that the three "strange" people he had noticed at the last banquet were the leaders of these delegations.

The female elf sat there proudly and elegantly, seemingly unconcerned about the outcome of the negotiations.

The orc warrior turned and started arguing with the human minister.

The female dwarf was holding a wine sac, taking sips every now and then, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

With the three mission leaders failing to act, the atmosphere of the negotiations became increasingly tense and volatile.

(End of this chapter)