Chapter: 186

This orb was dark-orange in colour, though typically, the ones he received were light-blue. This only meant the message came from someone outside of the secret society.

“This will be interesting… a dark-orange orb.” he squinted.

“A dark ORANGE orb, OOO! ORANGE!” he said orange with a weird, sarcastic voice as he repeated himself, announcing the colour seemingly to the sky.

He had been in this tower for a while without much contact, and was mentally starting to get a little weird. When he first came here, he had no beard at all with plenty of hair on his head.

Stroking his beard, he became seemingly normal again, “I wonder what it says.”

He sat down at the chair in front of the fireplace and poured himself a glass.

The dark-orange orb flew through the closed window as it could pass through physical objects.

Finally, it materialised into physical form and gently landed itself in the golden bowl.

The old wizard put a finger on the orb, scanning its contents before tapping it a few times, and the orb disintegrated leaving a message behind.

Without a pause, he opened it and began reading; after a moment his eyes bulged, shocked by what he read.

“A human necromancer…” he whispered to himself as he tried to come to terms with what he was reading.

Suddenly, he slammed his glass down and stood up. It was as if he was a soldier being called to arms, gone were the slightly mad parts of his attitude – replaced by diligence; no more was the casual demeanour that he previously had.

Folding the message, he added another of his own into it, then immediately formed an orb of his own – yet this one was not light-blue, but black: a top priority message.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent it off through the other window – which took the message to the mirror reality.

The tower he occupied was merely a separate pocket in space and time, acting as a bridge between reality and the mirror reality, a way station of sorts. This was the purpose of its two windows, each leading to a different reality. There would have been three windows if this was linked with another reality.

Suddenly, one of the walls shimmered for a moment before going back to normal.

The old wizard raised a brow and froze at seeing this – but nothing happened.

“Hmm, must have just been a distortion of some sort. Perhaps it was due to the different message type.”

He went back to his desk and continued to work.

– – –

A smile appeared on everyone’s faces as they saw Losla coming into sight, and each of them picked up their walking speed a little.

“That’s our home” Kel said to Naria who was walking by her side. Since the path near Losla was actually a flat path and not just wilderness, they stopped running and let Naria walk for the last part of the journey.

Naria didn’t say anything but her eyes looked bright and curious as she looked at the town. She had never left the hamlet before, and before this, seven houses were the most buildings she had ever seen.

Losla was considered a small country town, but it still consisted of nearly a thousand houses, each differing in size and shape.

“Let’s take her to the adventurer association, they’ll know what to do with her,” Jay said.