Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

The wolf's gaping maw opened wide, revealing a mouthful of fangs. It seemed to be laughing. "Otz, I never thought I'd see you again. After I left Fantalia, some things happened, and I was never able to get back through that barrier of mist."

Duke Lambeld was slightly moved when he heard the name Fantalia. He knew about the Forsaken Land, and he knew that it was where traitors who had betrayed various races and accepted the baptism of the demons were imprisoned, left to fend for themselves.

Unexpectedly, this wise man with insightful words also came from Fantalia.

But he didn't really care about it.

Centuries have passed, and everything has changed.

If this wise man hadn't mentioned the demon race, he wouldn't have imagined that the demon race would reappear in the human world.

Oates shook his head again, replying coldly and curtly, "I cannot confirm that you are my master!"

"When we meet, you'll sense my presence and understand," the wolf seemed to sigh.

Alphonse, however, had already realized that this was the first time he had seen the wolf send a magical communication since meeting Theon. Theon had never contacted it before, and naturally had not told it about the puppet butler Oates being on him.

Its ability to recognize Oates at a glance already identifies it.

"Master Godin, how did you turn into a wolf?"

"My life is nearing its end, but I don't want to die yet. I want to continue living, so I have to seek other paths. Eventually, I found a way. But the soul cannot be stuffed into a body at will. Living beings are the greatest creations of the gods. If the soul and body are not in harmony, the body will quickly decay and die."

"The power I possessed before meant I couldn't find an ordinary body. Fortunately, before my life ended, I found this demon wolf, Fenrir. I expended a great deal of effort to merge with its soul, which greatly reduced my magic power. But as long as I'm alive, I can't ask for too much."

Master Godin, who had transformed into a wolf, offered an explanation.

This made Alphonse think of something strange: he himself had transmigrated, and his soul had been possessed in a similar way, so why could his soul merge with this young man's body without any hindrance?

It can be concluded that the original Alphonse soul has long since dissipated, leaving no trace except for his memories.

It's impossible that this young nobleman carries the memories of Yan Beifei, the "Demon Lord of Youdu".

That's definitely not right!

I can clearly tell that I have been reborn as a human.

The original Alphonse had a completely different personality and habits from the one he is now!

Alphonse shook his head slightly, clearing his mind of the wild thoughts. "There's something else important. My companions came to Izmir from Fantalia and then inexplicably fell into a coma. I'm certain they weren't poisoned or attacked. And those who fell into a coma are all people with magical powers. I want to ask, Master Godin, do you know a way to save them?"

Master Godin narrowed his emerald green triangular eyes, his mouth slightly open as he fell silent, seemingly lost in thought.

Upon hearing Alphonse's words, Duke Lambeld's expression changed drastically. "Your Excellency, are you also a half-demon living in Fantalia?"

If that's the case, it would explain why Alphonse, despite his formidable strength, was also so ruthless.

"No." Alphonse shook his head. "I am the lord of the Kingdom of Bastian, the Lord of the Frostwind Territory. I am human, but I came to Fantalia for some special reasons."

"Has the fog barrier that sealed the border disappeared?" Duke Lambeld asked gravely.

"Yes." Alphonse felt there was nothing to hide. "Duke Lambeld, you don't need to be nervous. The people living in Fantalia are not some vicious and cruel thugs. They are just like you and me, only their appearance is different. All the traitors from the past are dead. The ones who are able to come out with me now are just people who grew up in the desolate region of Fantalia. They also yearn for the beauty of the outside world. I believe they can coexist peacefully with the various races outside."

Duke Lambeld frowned, his white eyebrows furrowing. The documents described half-demons as incredibly ferocious monsters, which naturally made him think of many things.

He had already guessed that the few thousand men under Alphonse's command must be half-demons.

It's remarkable that these people survived for thousands of years, which shows how extremely harsh the living environment there was.

However, the fact that a group of "prisoners" had broken free of their cages and claimed they wanted to live in peace with all the races outside still made Duke Lambert suspicious.

However, things don't seem too bad; at least the young man in front of me is someone I can communicate with in a friendly manner.

At this moment, Master Godin seemed to recall something, "Although it was a long time ago, I remember that when I left the border of Fantalia, I encountered a similar situation, but I did not lose consciousness."

He paused for a moment, then added, "I still need to go and see for myself to know the specifics. My injuries haven't fully healed yet, so I'll wait for you at the Red Forest Party's stronghold."

It was a reasonable argument, but Alphonse always felt that this was a cunning old fox who wouldn't act until he saw the benefits, and that he would definitely propose a deal.

Old ghosts are all cunning, let alone Godin, who has lived for hundreds of years, or even more than a thousand years.

But it doesn't matter, it's just an equivalent exchange.

After the negotiations were over, Theon had just closed the magical communication when Duke Lambeld stopped him, saying, "Please allow me to speak with this wise man."

Theon immediately glanced at the teacher's phantom image on the prism.

Master Godin didn't seem to care at all. "Give the prism to the Duke. I think he and I will definitely have some things in common."

Duke Lambeld took the prism from Theon, and even while sitting across the tea table, he had heard that Master Godin was a wolf.

However, seeing Master Godin in person still greatly surprised him.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

"It's alright, I'm used to it." Master Godin grinned again, revealing his white fangs, as if he were laughing.

"Master, what do you think of Izmir's existing system?" Duke Lambert asked.

"The peace that exists on the surface hides countless dark and filthy secrets beneath the surface of prosperity. Izmir's current system is outdated. The aristocratic system restricts the country's development, and various traditional laws oppress the common people without cause. As a result, productivity is greatly wasted in the process of oppression, and the power of the people, or rather, the 'value' of the people, has not been brought into play." Master Godin spoke fluently, as if he had planned this all along.

Duke Lambeld's expression turned serious; from those words, he had deeply sensed Master Godin's wisdom. (End of Chapter)