Chapter 513: Hobart Betrays His Country Again
The dazzling radiance on the ritual array condensed into starlight floating in the air, mingling with the black glow emitted by the black flower, clear and empty like the night sky.
Seeing that the ritual array was functioning normally, Christine knelt on one knee before it and devoutly recited, "Sword of Order; embodiment of rules;
"Master of all laws;
"Protector of the Loen Kingdom.
"Your loyal follower begs for Your gaze and descent!"
Once the incantation ended, the specks of starlight in the ritual array burst apart. Amid the flowing, resplendent light, the colorful radiance actually carried a misty quality.
Then a vortex appeared within the colors. It rapidly expanded and ultimately formed an illusory door.
A somewhat phantom figure suddenly appeared inside the door. It swiftly solidified, and a middle-aged man wearing a cloak, with black hair, blue eyes, a square face, and an imposing bearing walked out.
The entire process was like a person arriving in the real world from distant void.
Then four more people emerged from the illusory door in succession. The second was a somewhat arrogant old man, his black hair streaked with much silver, his face nearly beardless. He was Decklin, Duke of South Wales.
Hobart was more familiar with the third person. He had a long rectangular face and wore a white wig. Most importantly, he wore formal attire and a cloak, with extremely pointed shoes. His outfit was out of step with the current era.
Hobart was certain that this was the man who hosted the Beyonder Gathering at the Mercenary Club. He should be at the Sequence 3 level.
Of the remaining two, one was a lady in black formal wear, while the other was a handsome man with black hair, golden eyes, crisp