Wizards pursue the truth

Rain lashed against the narrow wooden window sill, staining the already cloudy glass. In the dim light, the only candle flickered in the cold wind that seemed to come from nowhere.

The black-haired boy was about ten years old. His thin body showed signs of long-term malnutrition. His pale skin and sickly appearance made him sit at a wooden table, wrapped in thick fur clothing, rubbing his hands together as if trying to warm himself by the dim candlelight.

call!

White mist was exhaled, mingling with the cold... The flickering light and shadows fell on his thin, palm-sized face, but his dark eyes possessed a lively wisdom that ordinary people lacked.

"Ahem!"

He couldn't help but cough a few times, feeling weak and powerless all over, with a helpless expression on his face.

This body is indeed too weak.

Without enough firewood and nutritious food, surviving the coming winter is a major problem.

However, it wasn't a big problem for him.

A powerful spiritual force belonging to the level of a Star Wizard.

This allows him to distort reality.

The amount of true spiritual power given by the main body is also considerable.

Even though he was only a consciousness and a part of the true spirit who arrived in this world, and his physical body was a weak mortal boy, he still possessed the combat power of the stars.

"Let me see your memories, what is this new world, connected by the World Altar, like?"

The black-haired boy closed his eyes.

Invisible perception permeates every facet of the surrounding forest environment.

No clue, no matter how small, can escape his notice.

"Baron Mohican, Lord of the Kingdom of Leiden, Black Mountain Territory."

"I am a descendant of hunters and a commoner of Black Mountain Territory. My mother died early, and I was raised by my father, 'Hanks,' in the Black Mountain Forest. Hanks went out the day before yesterday and has not returned since."

"It doesn't seem to be a world with a style or culture like the Immortal Realm or the Primordial Era. It's more like the Wizarding World, but not quite the same."

Wang Ya opened his eyes, his black pupils flashing with a subtle greenish-white luster, like flowing data.

Conscious entities can also use the Eye of Truth.

As long as Wang Ya is in charge.

In cognition.

However, its functionality is naturally not as powerful as that of the original version.

It consumed most of the computing power.

His Eye of Truth can at most scan, collect information, and make certain judgments.

A powerful mental force acts on the body.

Some cells and flesh, deficient and weak, are continuously nourished by the warm current that appears out of nowhere.

The thin, black-haired boy gradually became more energetic, and his back straightened up.

Even rough, dry hair becomes soft and beautiful.

"It's not good enough yet. Water without roots is consuming too much of my power. I still need to borrow some medium."

Wang Ya pushed open the door and walked out. A light breeze from the forest carried a damp scent.

He opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

The green vegetation around the house turned yellow at a visible speed, as if its vitality had been drained away, gradually turning gray and withering, as if winter had arrived.

Wang Ya's condition is getting better and better, and a smile has appeared on her lips.

"The consumption of true spiritual power is only about five percent, which is enough to maintain my powerful consciousness for about ten years."

Looking up at the sky, the clouds floated, thick and heavy, layer upon layer, making the shadows appear even more intense.

It seems a heavy rain is about to fall.

"A world similar to the Wizarding World, also an unknown world."

"It possesses a unique particle energy, but it is completely different from the natural particle energy of the wizarding world."

Wang Ya took a deep breath, the damp, cold air filling the room. It carried the unpleasant odor of actinomycetes, but it allowed him to analyze quite a bit of information.

There isn't much useful information in this body's memory.

More importantly, it's about his father, Hanks, and the days he and his father lived in the Black Forest.

It was very repetitive, without any ups and downs. The only difference was that after hunting enough prey, we would head to a small town near the forest to exchange it for daily necessities.

He was able to take this opportunity to buy some things and see some different people.

"The nobles of the Kingdom of Leiden are the ruling class, and they exist in various forms such as churches, mercenary guilds, merchant guilds, and noble councils."

Wang Ya didn't completely fail to find anything useful.

Most importantly, the original owner of this body had heard some wandering poets in the town say that the church sent holy knights to kill the evil witches and that the archmage who mastered magic had opened a magic academy in the kingdom's capital.

The Black Mountain Territory is too small, and the Black Mountain Lands are too remote; the lord is merely a minor baron.

As a humble mountain boy, it's understandable that he lacked knowledge about his original self.

"A world where extraordinary powers exist seems to have a high ceiling."

Wang Ya exhaled a breath of stale air and withdrew his spiritual power. His deep perception of the world had consumed about five percent of his power of truth.

I learned more as I had hoped.

There exist sources in the universe similar to natural energy tides, possessing astonishing extraordinary activity, which can be absorbed by life and bring about some changes.

Extend your finger, and a bright light appears at the fingertip.

Then, an energy flame suddenly ignited out of thin air.

Wang Ya raised an eyebrow slightly. It turned out that it was possible to utilize the origin of this world through witchcraft.

Of course, in essence, he used his powerful mental strength to restrain those sources, continuously compressing and separating them, and using the Eye of Truth to analyze them.

Thus, elements with similar shapes were found to be distinguishable.

The energy flame went out.

Various speculations surfaced in my mind.

"Could it be that we've arrived in a Western fantasy world where there's a church, and the ability to kill witches implies the possession of unique supernatural powers; where there are mercenary guilds and assassin guilds, thus distinguishing professionals?"

"Some of the rumors I heard from wandering poets in my memory say that there are many other human kingdoms outside of the Kingdom of Leiden, and that wars have been fought with kingdoms of other races."

Wang Ya licked her slightly dry lips.

Who knows, maybe the church really does have a God.

Other races include orcs, elves, goblins, and the like.

"It seems like a pretty interesting world."

"Gods represent a high ceiling, and only a powerful world can give birth to a world core of a sufficiently high level. Let's learn more about this world before making any plans."

Wang Ya suppressed his somewhat complicated thoughts and looked towards the distant forest.

Several figures that he had sensed long ago with his mental power walked over.

The most striking figure was a tall man dressed in light knight's armor, with a short cross sword at his waist. His long, curly hair was covered by a silver helmet and cascaded down his back. He walked with extremely large strides.

A mortal knight with considerable fighting prowess, two guards, and a civilian leading the way.

Wang Ya recognized the civilian who had led the way. In the original owner's memories, he was a local from the small town of Black Mountain, a good-for-nothing hoodlum.

He idles away his days, doing petty theft and other despicable things.

Now dressed in silk clothes and with his hair neatly styled, he looks quite presentable; his face is full of flattery, as if he is talking to the tall knight behind him.

The two men dressed as guards looked at each other with disdain. Another lowly person trying to curry favor with the Kasha family.

If it weren't for the fact that the Manchester United young master had advised the operation to be conducted discreetly and to avoid any unforeseen complications, it wouldn't have been possible.

How could the Hundred-Victory Knight deign to pay attention to these lowly commoners? He would have killed them long ago.

"Rhea, I see you. Don't try to hide. I'm here to tell you something good, something about your father." Sok's eyes widened, he pointed and shouted, seemingly a little too excited.

"This is the person we've been looking for," the tall knight said, glancing at him.

"Yes, Lord Yum! Rhea Harak, son of Hanks Harak..."

"Then take him away. Let him meet his father. Pay him half of his wages."

Sok, who was interrupted, showed no displeasure and smiled broadly. When he turned to Rhea, his voice carried a hint of annoyance, "You heard that, kid? Now you and your father, the Nords, can get two jobs, especially since you don't have to work in the mines."

"I heard you, let's go!" Before the two guards could come over, Wang Ya took the initiative to go to meet them.

With his powerful wizarding spirit, he began to study the memories of these individuals.

With his mastery of the Great Dream Wizard, even though the dream world in this world is somewhat special, Wang Ya was still able to enter the gaps in the dreams of these three mortals and extract all the useful information.

The two guards were taken aback.

This is the first time I've seen such a nimble little guy; others always have to put in some effort.

To avoid any further trouble, the two were happy to do so.

The Hundred-Win Knight said calmly, "Don't waste time, the Manchester United young master can't wait too long."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Sok answered repeatedly, shoving Rhea, "Hurry up, kid, working for the Kasha Merchant Guild will earn you much more than hunting in the mountains."

Wang Ya remained silent the entire way, while Sok kept glancing at him with a strange expression, yet he couldn't say anything.

After reviewing the memories of the individuals, Wang Ya obtained the relevant information.

He smiled at Sok and said, "I'm really not curious."

Sok: "."

After realizing what had happened, Sok's face flushed with shame and anger, and he opened his mouth as if to lash out.

Then I felt a cold gaze directed my way.

It was that mortal knight named Bai Sheng, with indifferent eyes that seemed to be looking at objects rather than at living people.

It had just rained, and the mountain roads in the Black Mountain Forest were difficult to walk on, full of wetness and mud.

As they ventured deeper, a thin layer of white mist drifted out, and Wang Ya saw many figures walking around in front of a cluster of tents and a burning campfire at the foot of the opposite mountain.

There were as many as ten squads of guards patrolling with torches, each squad consisting of about seven or eight men.

They were heavily guarded on the roads where people could travel.

The Kasha Merchant Guild has a powerful background; to ordinary people at the bottom of society, they are definitely influential figures.

The officials in the small town could only cooperate, not disobey.

A large hole was torn open on the slope of the mountain.

Manual carts carrying soil and ore constantly moved back and forth on the construction tracks.

Many of them were familiar faces from Genshin Impact's memories, young adults from the small town near Black Mountain Forest.

It's understandable that Hanks, the father of the deceased, would be summoned.

He was a renowned hunter with considerable strength.

Escorted by two guards, Wang Ya passed through checkpoint after checkpoint, but did not see any important figures from the Kasha Chamber of Commerce. He walked along the side, facing the mine entrance on the mountain. The nearby tents were generally small and dilapidated, and many women and children lived and worked inside them.

He didn't pay any attention and continued to collect these people's memories and dig out information.

"Little Rhea, you've come too. Your tent and your father's tent are at the very back. Let me take you there."

In my memory, the bricklayer's wife, a woman in her fifties, who lived in the town, walked over with a smile on her face.

Hanks often exchanged daily necessities with this family.

Wang Ya nodded without speaking, his mind filled with images of books.

Those were the original owner's memories, as well as the memories of the people they met along the way at this camp.

All the books came together and gradually evolved into a screen of light, and under the guidance of the power of dreams, the cause and effect of the events were deduced.

It's like showing him a slideshow.

"Everyone works here, and the gentlemen of the Kasha Chamber of Commerce are all good people. This year will be much easier."

"Your father Hanks's residence is right here, Raya. You'd better work hard. Your father works even harder than you think. Once you finish mining this mine and get the money, you can move out of the forest."

Wang Ya's main consciousness returned to reality. He blinked slightly and nodded to the bricklayer's wife.

They then entered the dilapidated, moldy tent.

He already knows everything.

The Kasha Merchant Guild of the Kingdom of Layton is backed by Duke Kasha, who is in charge of an entire county.

They came to this remote Black Mountain Territory to mine iron ore, smelt it, and forge weapons.

Similarly, there is an even deeper secret.

That is to excavate the grave of a mage who was once renowned in Middle-earth.

The Kasha Chamber of Commerce believes that it contains precious treasures.

The mineral veins that can be mined in the surrounding mountains are also extremely precious, being rare French silver and excellent materials for extraordinary manufacturing.

Only in places with sufficiently rich etheric flow and a sufficiently long period of time can a silver mine of this scale be formed.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Duke Kasha had reason to believe that the tomb of the "Dragon Vein Archmage" vaguely recorded on the map was located in this godforsaken Black Mountain Territory.

Being remote has its advantages.

He seemingly sent his youngest son to dig for mineral veins, but in reality, he was digging for French silver.

Of course, the most important thing is to secretly find the tomb of the Dragon Vein Grand Master.

His magical heritage is something no mage would want to acquire or possess.

That's a Grand Mage at the Saint Realm level, qualified to ignite divine fire and achieve godhood.

Wang Ya's dark eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light.

"It seems that the things that exist in this world and their scale and level cannot be crudely overturned, which is actually quite terrifying."

"According to the understanding of professionals and superhumans in this world, I, who occupy other people's bodies and come from the outside world, am an extraterrestrial evil spirit. No, I am very powerful, so I should be considered an extraterrestrial evil god."

A strange smile gradually appeared on Wang Ya's lips.

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The Wizarding World.

Within the inner world, Wang Ya's true form stepped out of the laboratory where he had spent countless years.

P.S.: One more chapter to go, but I can't write it today. I'll make up for it with 8,000 words tomorrow. (I have to go to a grave tomorrow, so I have to get up at 7 AM and can't stay up late writing. Sorry, dear reader.) (End of Chapter)