Miss Hebe is Killing Her Way Out of the Lostbelt!

Clearly, her savings weren't as meager as she claimed. Once she arrived, she could grit her teeth and still afford enough empty land to establish a workshop.

This was also quite normal, as apprentices had plenty of methods and avenues if they wanted to earn money.

But then again, what apprentice was content with just making money? The desire to climb higher still burned fiercely in their hearts.

As the famous adage goes: We are born to pursue brilliance, just as sparks fly upward.

49 The Great God of Divination (Seeking Favorites, Seeking Follow-up Reads)!

Presis didn't know that the manager she spoke of wasn't an "apprentice," but "Daylight," who ranked at the pinnacle of Ascenders in the modern era after World War II.

Not just a novice like Andron entering Daylight, but a former Knight of the Round Table who bore multiple Marks and resided at the apex of Daylight.

Unlike her former colleagues, Mordred wasn't summoned by Arthur and appeared under his banner.

Because Mordred's spiritual body was perfectly preserved by the Sage, she was actually summoned individually by Morgan, separate from the Knights of the Round Table sequence.

After that, she had been traveling with Morgan.

The illusion on her person was also cast by Morgan—no matter what, this was within London's city limits, and exposing her identity wouldn't be good.

After much hesitation, Mordred took out her phone and dialed Morgan's number.

The call was connected quickly, and a woman's cold voice came from the other end.

"Hello? It's me," Mordred lowered her voice. "Mother, where are you now?"

"It's the modern era, don't add strange honorifics behind my name," Morgan corrected Mordred's address first. "I'm currently inspecting Blanckug."

Mordred knew the place called Blanckug. It was a place where apprentices and recluses lived in seclusion, the only autonomous territory in all of Albion that was exempt from King Arthur's authority.

The ruler there wasn't any single person, but a library called the Silent Bookstore.

"Okay, Mother," Mordred said agreeably. "Do you have time for a divination now?"

The voice on the other end of the phone paused. "Water Mirror Divination won't work. Ever since I helped Arthur deduce clues about Merlin last time, I haven't been able to use it."

Morgan recalled that the last time she used the Water Mirror to help Arthur divine, Arthur had gone mad and dispatched all his Knights of the Round Table, simultaneously performing rituals in over a dozen border regions.

Such large-scale actions occurred every so often.

As long as Merlin wasn't mentioned, Arthur was still the wise and mighty Eternal King; but if the situation involved Merlin, Arthur would act at any cost.

Morgan sighed. She was the same.

"There's no need for Water Mirror Divination, Mother," Mordred said softly. "You just need to use ordinary divination techniques."

"What do you want to divine?" Morgan didn't care what Mordred wanted to divine. After all, for one of the few Twilight-level existences in the modern era, their status was sufficient, and any divination medium would yield the same results.

"I want to deduce a person," Mordred said. "That person lives in Alfie Square on Church Street. I don't know her name, but her appearance... is exactly like Merlin's."

A sound like something heavy falling to the ground came from the other end of the phone, as if something had shattered.

"You mean, that person looks exactly like Merlin... e-x-a-c-t-l-y?"

A terrifying aura emanated from the other end of the phone. For a moment, Mordred's vision was filled with dark illusions.

"Yes, I've confirmed it," Mordred replied resolutely. "That's why I hope you can perform a divination and deduce whether she is related to Merlin."

A hoarse laugh filled with madness came from the other end of the phone.

"Mordred, you've truly grown. You've done well... Keep in touch. I'll start the divination now."

Cornwall, Blanckug Town.

In the dark oak forest, the pale moon drifted among the shadows of the trees. In the clearing at the heart of the oak forest, the silver-haired, black-clad witch held a spear shaped like a spire and drew the symbols of the Twelve Archons on the ground.

The symbols of the Twelve Archons were connected end-to-end, forming a circle.

Next, came the symbols representing the Seven Principles' Archons.

Mr. Day, the Holy Grail, Skyflint, the Scarred Father, the Fisher King, the Messiah, and the Duke of Sighs.

Among them, the symbol of Mr. Day, representing the Principle of the Lamp, was the largest.

It was a totem composed purely of lines, resembling both the rising sun on the horizon and a half-open eye.

Unable to use her most proficient Water Mirror Divination, Morgan couldn't easily deduce beings of equivalent status. But was divination such an inconvenient art?

Beginner apprentices would use large-scale rituals to borrow higher status to ward off danger during divination and obtain more information.

Afterward, with mastery of rituals and an increase in their own status, heroes specializing in divination could obtain the desired answers with just a few stones. They would even experience "hunches" more unreasonably when their own safety was involved, directly manifesting fragments of the future before their eyes.

Except for matters related to Merlin, Morgan only needed to flick her fingers to divine something.

However, at this moment, she was willing to spend valuable materials and set up a ritual to borrow status directly on her workshop grounds.

She intended to borrow the status of the Archon who presided over prophecy, foresight, and dawn, and directly use brute force to deduce all information about Hebe!

The giant spear pierced the soil before her. A chilling laugh echoed through the forest as Morgan clasped her hands together at her chest.

The mist in the oak forest began to thicken and churn, as if something was trying to take shape within it.

Then, the temperature rose slightly, and the mist gradually began to glow, expanding and contracting like a living creature. Moments later, a pair of bean-sized eyes, as black as coal, opened in the mist.

"Nong nong! Nong nong!"

This is an insignificant creation from the wasteland, under Mr. Day's command—a Mist-Shifter.

These Mist-Shifters, creatures of the wasteland, are drawn to light and heat, instinctively following certain elements.

However, the moment this Mist-Shifter saw Morgan, it let out a soul-wrenching cry. It tried to flee, but Morgan merely extended her hand and crushed it in her palm.

"Good quality. I'll use you as the base for the ritual."

The Fallen Empress calmly declared the Mist-Shifter's end as her palm slowly tightened.

Immediately after, a portion of the Fallen Empress's consciousness detached from her body and forcefully pierced into the Mist-Shifter's.

Using its connection to the wasteland, the Fallen Empress leveraged her borrowed high-tier status to forcibly pinpoint Blanckug to Alfi Square.

Vast cobalt blue starlight emanated from the Fallen Empress's eyes, bathing the Mist-Shifter's entire body in a strange, deep blue hue.

Bang!

Without even a scream, the Mist-Shifter was cleanly shattered and dispersed.

Morgan calmly shook her hand.

She destroyed the ritual residue on the ground, walked out of the oak forest, and made a phone call.

Mordred picked up the phone.

She heard a clear, cool voice from the other end.

"No result."

Mordred frowned. Her mother's divination could fail?

"What are you thinking?" Morgan said calmly. "No result is also a result."

She had scoured all the residents of Alfi Square, divining their personal information, as well as their past and future within the last three months.

In this situation, Alfi Square was like a completed map to Morgan. But when she tried to divine Hebe, she saw a vast, boundless expanse of cobalt blue starlight.

It was like an impenetrable wall with no weak points.

The Mist-Shifter's form was cleanly dispersed by the counterattack of the "starlight" firewall.

On Morgan's mental map, only Hebe's section remained pitch black. Yet, despite receiving no information, she was still able to lock onto Hebe through reverse deduction.

After that...

"You're at the restaurant. Don't wander off," Morgan commanded coldly. "I'm coming back to Blanckug immediately."

The Fallen Empress hung up the phone and went directly to the center of Blanckug town, intending to sell the land she had purchased.

This was a law established by the Silent Bookstore, a rule that all settlers in Blanckug had to obey.

Mordred was about to mention that Hebe might be moving when Morgan hung up the communication.

When she tried to call again, the phone indicated it was busy.

50 In history, what form did I take?

Early the next morning, Hebe walked out carrying a black briefcase.

The sign for the Fox White Second-hand Store had been taken down. Hebe gazed at the bare wall for a moment with a touch of melancholy before turning and leaving without lingering.

Presis's van was parked on the other side.

When Hebe walked over and opened the car window, she found someone in the front seat she never would have expected.

She stared at the person, her gaze devoid of much emotion, which made the other person rather uneasy.

"What's going on here?" Hebe's tone was unreadable. "After our meeting yesterday, did you drag someone else into this, Boss?"

Mordred was sitting in the back seat, her gaze shifting evasively.

Hebe couldn't help but confirm. She hadn't expected the restaurant's lobby manager to appear here, especially after she had explicitly stated she didn't intend to involve anyone else.

Even though she was also hitching a ride with Presis, how could they go back on their agreement?

"Sister, you've misunderstood," Presis said, waving her hand. "It wasn't me who found her."

"What do you mean?" Hebe frowned.

"It's simple. To travel from London to Blanckug, I need to use my connections. And once there, I must abide by the laws established by the lord of Blanckug, which means purchasing a piece of land. As you know, I need land to build my workshop, and coincidentally, I received news last night—"

"Someone is selling a large plot of land in Blanckug at a discounted price. The other party learned I was in London and asked me to discuss the specifics with their client."

Presis gestured towards Mordred. "This is the client of the land seller."

What a bizarre turn of events... Hebe hesitated, then rephrased her question.

"So the client is going to Blanckug with us too?"

Since it was a contract signing, the payment would be settled, and there was no reason for the client to accompany them.

"Ahem, well, it's like this," Mordred said, raising her hand a little nervously.

Hebe narrowed her eyes. "Please, go ahead."

"The client is my mother." Mordred's gaze shifted slightly. "She's on her way to London now... but there's a rule in Blanckug that states 'only landowners may reside here.' And I believe Mother will have to return to Blanckug sooner or later."

"So before that, I want to help Mother secure a piece of land, so she won't have nowhere to go when she wants to return."

Hebe's gaze instantly became solemn and respectful.

Such a filial child.

The young shop owner's mind was instantly filled with many classic stories of filial piety, and her gaze towards Mordred was filled with respect and reverence.

"Since that's the reason, I have no objections." Hebe extended her hand to Mordred. "It's a pleasure to meet you. May I ask your name?"

Mordred stared at the outstretched hand, her eyes flickering.

What she said was not entirely untrue, but reserving some truth could still achieve the effect of a lie. This was a piece of advice from a certain court sorcerer.

Morgan had instructed her to stay put in the restaurant, but Mordred had never been a child who stayed put.

Mother, but I have my own ideas, my own things to do. Mordred made this judgment. I can't just ignore the treasure I've been desperately seeking... So I'm sorry, Mother, I will disappoint your expectations once again.

She had indeed followed Morgan's instructions and signed a contract with Presis, transferring ownership of the land. She had also used this reason to re-purchase a portion of the land.

But Mordred had done it for herself.

Mordred extended her hand. "Just call me Little Mo."

Whether Hebe was Merlin or not, she had no intention of letting her go.

After getting into the car, Hebe saw a green lynx lying on the passenger seat.

"What's this cat's name?" Hebe asked.

"Kal'tsit," Presis replied.

Hebe controlled her expression and reached out to pinch the lynx's face.

Kal'tsit lazily opened its eyes and swatted away Hebe's restless hand.