Dark Clouds

The Castra Riddle was a remarkable language popular among arcanists.

It was an encrypted code. Every character was an arcane lock, and only mages with formidable computational ability for arcane models could read such writing smoothly.

"A whole letter written in this code? Interesting." Lin Sheng was immediately intrigued.

Clearly, the other party knew him very well and knew that he possessed considerable attainments in the arcane arts.

Now that he was a fourth-level mage, he was outwardly still a Weave mage, but privately, he occasionally revealed an exceptional talent for the arcane arts.

This was likely the fundamental reason the other party had written this letter.

Lin Sheng quickly calculated the unlocking sequence and began reading the mysterious letter.

'To the esteemed Mage Mafaria. You have obtained the qualifications to join us.

We sincerely invite you to join the powerful and ancient home that belongs solely to arcanists—the Mind Society.

Here, you will receive the most complete arcane inheritance. You will obtain the oldest records of ancient texts. You will learn the truth of the gods and the arcane arts. You will gain the greatest possible degree of free will.

If you agree, you need only imprint this letter with your unique secret arcane mark.

—Maliu, President of the Mind Society.'

Upon seeing this, the suspicion Lin Sheng had harbored for so long was finally confirmed.

"As expected, the gods must be deliberately suppressing the development of the arcane arts. Otherwise, an arcanist organization like this would hardly need to be so secretive and cautious."

"I suppose President Maliu is only a codename, not a real name."

Lin Sheng thought it over. Since there was ready-made arcane inheritance available, why not use it? That way, he would not have to keep painstakingly deducing and simulating new spells.

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