Organizational Envoys

Flora had no intention of warning them. Instead, she cast an intrigued glance at the young man behind Madam Meline—Isley.

What a majestic spiritual cloud, and such vibrant spiritual fluctuations. The corners of Flora's lips lifted slightly. A fine seedling... he was a gifted one suited to the path of spiritual power.

Flora's eyes rolled, and with a smiling face, she cast a levitation spell and flew to Isley's side.

"Little brother, would you be interested in joining Savage Cave? Big sister can introduce you to a mentor~" Flora lightly tapped Isley with one of her slender, pale fingers.

At that touch, Isley felt as though his entire body had been shocked by lightning, and a flush instantly spread across his handsome face.

Flora floated before Isley, with mist-wreathed clouds behind her. Falcon demons cried overhead, the air was damp, and warm beads of sweat filled his palms. At that moment, every sight and sensation seemed frozen in place for Isley.

Ever since his childhood sweetheart had been killed by the Silver Heron Family, this was the first time his heart had felt the taste of life again.

Flora looked like a young girl, petite and delicate, with an innocent and harmless face. Yet her dark green eyes were unfathomably deep; every raised brow and sidelong glance carried an irresistible charm. It perfectly matched the feeling her voice gave people—a fusion of two utterly different extremes.

It was not merely her gaze that ensnared the heart; Flora's attire also set one's imagination running wild. Her pinkish-brown hair was coiled and braided into the shape of flower stamens, with only a few wisps left hanging beside her ears. A crimson lace veil patterned like a net covered her hair and half her face. She wore a blood-red gauze dress, faintly translucent, its pleats embroidered with dark red roses.

Flora wore no shoes. Her smooth, fair little bare feet flickered in and out of sight beneath the slightly translucent gauze dress.

To Isley, every part of Flora, from her bare toes to the tip of her rosy nose, was tempting him. He did not even know where to rest his gaze.

"I-I-I..." Isley swallowed as he tried to answer, but for some reason, the moment the words left his mouth, he began to stammer.

Flora's eyes brimmed with amusement, and a triumphant look appeared in them. Before she had left Savage Cave with Sanders, a wizard colleague she got along with fairly well had learned that she was going to receive gifted ones and asked her to seek out someone whose spiritual power could reach a value above twenty. It seemed he needed a spiritually gifted person to assist him in designing a spell.

Yet throughout her journey, she had not encountered anyone like that. Who would have thought she would find one here?

If she could bring Isley back to Savage Cave, she could at least obtain a generous reward from that wizard. She did not care about other rewards, but in recent years, she had been researching the source of a blood-borne plague and needed a strand of Abyssal Plague Pathogen produced in a filthy plane. That wizard colleague happened to possess one.

As for what would become of Isley in the hands of that wizard, who was infamous for cruelly extracting brains for experiments, that had nothing to do with her.

"What? You aren't willing?" Flora smiled sweetly as she grabbed Isley by the collar and gave a gentle tug, bringing their faces within inches of each other.

At that moment, Isley could not say a single word. His face burned and his heart raced, while rosy scenes he had never imagined during his days as a slave flashed rapidly through his mind.

Standing beside Isley was Madam Meline, the guide from Hurricane Tower. She had great confidence in Isley's talent. He was very likely to advance into an official wizard, and she had even secretly decided to place her bet on him, waiting only to return to the organization before taking action. She had not expected Flora to come charging out halfway through. Her teeth itched with hatred, but before Flora, she did not dare utter a single word. She could only watch Isley anxiously, hoping he would wake up soon and not be bewitched by Flora's appearance.

But Isley was, after all, a young man who had never experienced such matters. Under Flora's close-range teasing, he did not even have time to swallow his saliva, and his thoughts were completely led around by Flora.

"Okay..." Isley murmured, his gaze dazed.

Flora let out a sweet laugh and was about to pull Isley away. Suddenly, a cold snort rang out beside her ear.

"Flora! If you intend to take Isley away, have you decided to go to war with Hurricane Tower?"

Flora narrowed her eyes slightly and looked toward the speaker.

Over the vast sea, a man and a woman in mysterious wizard robes emerged from the thick fog. The middle-aged man wore a black-and-gold wizard robe and sped through the air. With a casual point of the metal wand in his hand, his body shot forward several hundred meters. The young woman beside him was shrouded in sparkling droplets as she walked upon the waves. Beneath her bare feet, deep in the sea, a long ribbon-like shadow could faintly be seen.

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The one who had spoken was this middle-aged man.

"So it's you, Mithril Revolutionary Jeral." Upon recognizing the newcomer, all seduction vanished from Flora's voice, leaving only a cool tone. "What? Someone is willing to leave, yet you refuse to let him go?"

After saying that, Flora cast a mocking glance at Sabo, who had been pretending not to exist.

The two newcomers were Hurricane Tower's "Mithril Revolutionary" Jeral and White Coral Floating Island Academy's "Moray Eel Woman" Heloline. Both were official wizards, and both had considerable reputations. Jeral in particular—though he was a wizard focused on alchemy, the fact that he bore the title Mithril Revolutionary showed just how deeply he understood the transformative properties of metal elements.

Jeral's combat strength might not have been particularly high, but his status as an alchemist gave him an exceptionally lofty position in the Southern Region's wizarding world. Unless necessary, even Sanders was unwilling to make an enemy of Jeral.

There was no need to think further about why these two had suddenly appeared here. Sabo had surely tipped them off. That was why Flora had deliberately looked at Sabo after making those remarks.

Sabo was actually quite aggrieved as well. Sanders and Flora had held him hostage in this Devil Sea, claiming they were searching for Barbie Restaurant, but who knew whether, after finding the restaurant, the gifted ones aboard the ship would be slaughtered clean by these two temperamental wizards? With Sky Mechanical City behind him, he naturally had contingencies and did not fear the two turning on him. But his mission was to ensure that every gifted one safely reached the Prosperous Continent. Thus, to guard against all possibilities, he had sent warnings to the three organizations behind the gifted ones on the ship.

In the blink of an eye, Jeral had arrived before the group. He first solemnly nodded in greeting to Sanders. Once he saw that Sanders had no intention of intervening, he turned to Flora and said:

"Flora, take a careful look at the spiritual power circulation within Isley's body. He has already learned Hurricane Tower's Nirvana Hexagram Guidance Method. If you forcibly take Isley away, could it be that you wish to pry into Hurricane Tower's secrets?"

In the wizarding world, every wizard organization possessed its own Guidance Method. Peering into another's Guidance Method could indeed potentially make an enemy of the corresponding wizard organization. But in truth, it was only a possibility, not an absolute certainty. Guidance Methods also varied in quality. For the vast majority of wizard organizations, the Guidance Methods they taught were common methods available to the masses, and their efficiency in guiding magical power was not high.

Moreover, in the world of wizards, most wizards came and went as they pleased, accustomed to freedom. Accidentally passing on a Guidance Method was not some earth-shattering matter. Of course, precious and even rare Guidance Methods naturally had their own anti-theft measures. Such Guidance Methods were generally only granted to core members of wizard organizations, and came with many restrictions.

Thus, up to this point, there had been almost no wars between wizard organizations caused by Guidance Methods.

Still, there was no problem with Jeral using this excuse to shut Flora up.

A layer of green light surfaced in Flora's eyes as she swept her gaze over Isley. Sure enough, the model formed by his internal spiritual power was exactly as Jeral had said—a hexagram structure made of half-solid and half-dashed lines.

Flora snorted coldly. "It's just some trashy framework. One glance is enough to deduce its original form. Who would covet it?"

After saying that, Flora turned and flew back to Sanders's side, no longer paying any attention to Isley.

Isley's face showed hesitation, and a faint sense of loss stirred in his heart. When Jeral noticed this, his eyes widened, and he barked with an ugly expression, "Get to the back. Stop making a spectacle of yourself."

Isley's face instantly turned pale. He swallowed, lowered his head, and shrank timidly toward the rear. Yet no one noticed the trace of gloom in his eyes, nor the fist clenched tightly inside his sleeve.