Peeking

If you wanted to challenge fate, you had to be prepared for fate to trample you underfoot.

Thor flashed past Vanessa's Grudge Spirit without absorbing the loser's soul. He left her standing at the doorway for a long time, waiting for a hope that would never come.

The Black Flame Empire's embassy lay in the opposite direction from the Eternal Night Imperial Palace. But Thor moved by floating as a soul, which was not much slower than flying.

Before long, he arrived outside the Black Flame Embassy.

The embassy was usually quiet, but now people were constantly coming and going.

The Black Flame Emperor was personally visiting Eternal Night, so they had plenty to keep them busy.

Messages arrived every day from the Black Flame Empire. After being interpreted, analyzed, filtered, and sorted, they were finally delivered to the Black Flame Emperor.

When Thor reached the embassy, he saw a group of Official Wizard guards stationed outside.

They had no way of detecting Thor, who had already reached Tier 3.

Just then, a carriage stopped at the entrance.

Before it had even come to a full stop, someone inside rushed into the Black Flame Embassy, holding a stack of parchment.

Thor slipped in right behind him and followed him through a series of checkpoints, then into the largest and most lavish building at the back.

There were plenty of people in this building too, but very few Official Wizards.

Most of the work here had nothing to do with Witchcraft, so many talented ordinary people worked here as well.

This time, Thor didn't continue following the person with the stack of parchment. Instead, he sensed the mark Stuart had left on him earlier. The Diary still had it firmly sealed, and not the slightest ripple escaped it.

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