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

Chapter 133 Mary and Four People
"However, judging from the arrangement of these runes, if my guess is correct, the construction of this magic circle is quite crude. There are even quite a few useless parts, it seems that the rune skill of the person who set it up needs to be improved..."

After evaluating the positions of these runes, Jemin couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

What exactly is the other party's purpose?
Is it like me?

Jemin frowned slightly, then relaxed: "Well, the function of these runes doesn't conflict with my purpose. Maybe I can even use their power to reduce my workload... I hope that wizard won't mind if I hitch a ride."

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Inside the magnificent banquet hall of the Wintergreen Palace in the royal capital of Eloscia.

The crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light, illuminating the entire space as if it were daytime.

The walls were decorated with exquisite silk and gold thread, and the air was filled with the fragrance of fine wine, flowers, and cosmetics.

Nobles in their finest attire clinked glasses and chatted quietly, as if the shadows of war from the outside world had never touched this paradise.

Jemin wore a dark, custom-made suit, which made him stand out from the crowd of bright colors.

He held a glass of wine in his hand, wore a polite smile, and occasionally exchanged a few pleasantries with the nobles who came forward to chat.

As someone outside the kingdom's political system, Jemin was generally not invited to banquets.

However, today, it is estimated that all the nobles in the kingdom are trying to hold various banquets to suppress their fear.

Amid the bustling crowd, his gaze inadvertently fell upon the central area of ​​the banquet hall, where a group of talented young men and elegant ladies were surrounding a young woman.

She had a slender figure, and her lake-blue dress made her look like a fairy in the forest.

The other person's face wasn't exactly stunning, but it possessed an indescribable allure, like morning dew, pure and captivating.

She always had a smile on her lips, and when she talked to people, her eyes always carried a sincere concern, as if she could see through people's hearts.

Jemin could clearly feel a gentle yet powerful affinity for life emanating from this person.

This force did not cause any aggression, but it made those who were near her feel comfortable and relaxed, unconsciously lowering their guard and even generating a genuine liking and trust.

After talking to her, people unconsciously show a relaxed and happy expression on their faces.

"Such a powerful affinity for life..." Jemin thought to himself.

This woman was none other than Miss Mary, who had been making headlines in the capital these past few months. She was the daughter of a viscount's estate located on the border between the elven and human kingdoms.

Just as Jemin was deep in thought, a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Lord Jack! You're here too!"

Turning his head, Jemin smiled slightly.

The visitors were Count Reinhardt, Baron Fabio, and General Brandon, three nobles who had escaped from Goldenport with Jemin and were now dressed in magnificent formal attire.

Although her face still showed some fatigue, she was in much better spirits.

They walked up to Jemin, their expressions a perfect blend of gratitude for surviving a close call and a hint of awe.

“Count, Baron, General,” Jemin smiled and nodded, raising his glass in greeting. “It is a pleasure to see you all here again.”

"What a fortunate thing! What a fortunate thing!" Baron Fabio's face trembled with excitement. He gulped down a glass of wine before saying with lingering fear, "If it weren't for your bravery, sir, we would probably have perished in the wilderness long ago. How could we have had the chance to enjoy the prosperity of this capital!"

Count Reinhardt gave Jemin a meaningful look, then turned his gaze to Miss Mary, his voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness:
"Yes, it feels like a dream that we're back here. However, the atmosphere in the capital is much more tense than I imagined. The fighting on the front lines, the panic among the people... Fortunately, His Majesty is wise, and there are some reassuring presences."

He paused, then pointed to Miss Mary: "Take Miss Mary, for example. She's really the focus of the capital's social circles lately. The countesses all rave about her, saying that her conversation and demeanor can put people at ease, and even those restless nobles become much calmer after talking to her."

Baron Fabio continued, "Your Excellency is right. Miss Mary is like a clear spring, nourishing the restless hearts of the capital. I heard that Miss Mary came to the capital this time to seek a marriage alliance. I really don't know which man is fortunate enough to marry such a beauty."

General Brandon scoffed, his tone carrying a hint of the pragmatism and barely perceptible worry characteristic of a veteran: "I've heard of that viscount too. He's nothing but a good-for-nothing. Instead of wasting your time on that, you should be thinking about what to do with the allied forces. Those wizards won't care about your status."

Upon hearing this, the others also fell silent.

Jemin knew why they were behaving this way, and it was the main reason why the kingdom's nobles were holding banquets today. In fact, if he hadn't known the inside story, he probably would have felt fear himself.

After all, today is the day the contribution rankings are updated.

So the people of the Erosian plane once again witnessed the sky being torn apart and the gods battling the "foreign evil god".

However, perhaps to highlight the difference from previous times and provide the natives with a proper sense of tension, or perhaps this time the high-ranking wizard of the Fate system simply has dirty hands...

In short, this "foreign evil god" once again unleashed its full power at the moment of "death," taking a deity down with it.

...In reality, he simply "picked up" a god and pocketed him before being kicked out of his position by the gods.

Although what was taken away was only a lower-level god who had just reached the fourth level of being, the fall of any god was an unimaginable event for mortals.

"But speaking of which," Baron Fabio took another sip of his drink, trying to change the subject, "if we're talking about someone in the capital who has actually fought those foreign demons, the only one right now should be that 'lucky guy,' Kaden! Lord Jack, you must have heard of him, right? He's the village warrior who barely survived the 'Battle of David'!"

Count Reinhardt frowned slightly, seemingly disliking the topic, but still explained, "It's best not to use that title to describe him. Mr. Kaden has recently gained a lot of prestige in the commoners' district of the capital."

"He frequently gives speeches in taverns and squares, recounting his personal experiences of the brutality of war and the evil of the wizard 'David.' His words are extremely inflammatory, always managing to ignite the emotions of the people. Now, the people of the capital are almost universally calling on His Majesty the King to launch an immediate all-out attack on the wizard!"

General Brandon scoffed, "That Kaden is a complete madman. But I must say, his nonsense has set the entire capital on a frenzy. Many greenhorns in the army joined because of his incitement, and they're all acting like they've been injected with adrenaline. While it helps boost morale, this kind of excessive pre-battle fervor... is not a good thing!"

Baron Fabio, however, disagreed: "Who cares if he's crazy or not? As long as he can get ordinary people to fight for the kingdom, he's a good madman! The people of the capital are really determined to fight the wizard to the death. Even those merchants who are usually as timid as mice are clamoring to donate money and goods!"

Upon hearing this, Jemin's heart skipped a beat.

He was fairly certain that this "Kayden" was a wizard in disguise, but as for the wizard's true identity...

Jemin wasn't entirely sure; it could be David, but it was also very likely not.

Since the re-released contribution rankings show that David's contribution level did not increase this month, the current situation is unclear and it is difficult to draw conclusions.

"It seems that the peace in this capital city won't last much longer." Jemin raised his glass without making a sound, clinking it with the three nobles, but a deep glint flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, Miss Mary, surrounded by a crowd, skillfully dealt with the people in front of her, but her gaze seemed to be subtly drifting towards Jemin's position.

After the banquet, Jemin returned to his mansion.

He entered the study shrouded in illusion, his expression grave.

The information he gained at the banquet gave him new inspiration.

He re-carved the rune array traces he had recently discovered onto paper, re-examining each rune node and each energy flow.

Soon, Jemin discovered that the distribution of some of the runes was not as chaotic as he had thought.

After continuous sketching, Jemin connected these runes with other runes and discovered that they seemed to be able to outline the contours of three giant magic arrays!

These three sets of magic arrays are located in three different areas of the royal capital. They are interconnected, and their final energy convergence point points to the most core faith hub of the royal city—the faith power gathered by all the churches within the royal city.

“Three sets of magic arrays…” Jemin murmured, his eyes gleaming with excitement, “Great minds think alike…”

This indicates that, besides him, there are other wizards from the Norn workshops lurking in the capital, and they are all working towards a common goal.

Jemin could barely contain his excitement.

If he had only planned to hitch a ride before, now he's decided he's going to get involved too!
"Although the magic circle is well constructed, it still has some flaws. The three of you are still a bit lacking in coordination. So let me... act as your mediator!"

"Eh? No!"

Suddenly, Jemin discovered something else and unfolded the sketch of the rune network covering the underground of the capital city again, comparing the new drawing with the previous one.

"Sure enough, several runes here have disappeared... and the style of these runes doesn't quite match the habits of the other three people..."

As he spoke, a smile involuntarily crept onto Jemin's lips: "Not three, but four people?"

(Bonus chapter, one more to go.)
(End of this chapter)