Lin Qiye easily slipped past the guards at the dungeon entrance and headed straight into the depths underground.
Under the effect of absolute concealment, the process was even easier than he had imagined. Neither the guards stationed near the dungeon nor Demon Wolf Fenrir, resting atop the circular platform above, noticed his presence. Like a ghost, he silently passed through checkpoint after checkpoint.
Along the way, Lin Qiye even had time to glance at the Holy Grail inside Mumu's stomach.
So far, Lin Qiye had made three wishes with the Holy Grail. One had reinforced his disguise, one had located Sif, and the third was the absolute concealment he was using now.
Though they were three wishes, the scarlet wine they consumed did not even add up to a tenth of the total. After all, these were highly targeted, minor wishes. Compared to the spectacle of the Sumerian gods directly resurrecting Gilgamesh, they were on an entirely different scale and consumed very little.
After several trials, Lin Qiye had vaguely figured out the rules behind wishing with the Holy Grail.
The vaguer and more outrageous the wish, the more wine it consumed. The more specific the wish, the less it consumed.
For example, if Lin Qiye had directly wished to the Holy Grail for Jinian to escape her predicament, it would have been possible, but it would have consumed at least five or six times as much wine as it did now. To achieve the vague goal of "Jinian escaping," a great many intermediate steps would be required.
For instance, remotely pouring divine power into Jinian to break the shackles of her cell; directly wiping out more than half of the Norse War Department in the dungeon; or having Jinian, empowered by divine power, forcibly break through the encirclement of