Charles did not look well after returning from that alternate plane.
For Yvenjieling to obtain the plane's coordinates, she needed to contact spellcasters from that plane.
And the spellcasters of that plane were basically all half-elves or elves.
If Yvenjieling wanted to beguile them, she had to face the risk of being discovered.
This incident happened to prove that point.
She had merely approached a half-elf—not even a spellcaster—and danger had already come knocking.
For a while, she would not be able to make another attempt like this.
And even if she did not try again, trouble could still arise.
There was no guarantee they could completely weather this crisis.
A patrol squad had lost seven men, while the other three had suffered injuries of varying severity.
Coupled with the unusual nature of the summoning ritual, it would undoubtedly prompt the half-elf rulers of this plane to launch an investigation.
So whether Yvenjieling could truly escape was still hard to say.
Thinking of these problems made Charles somewhat irritable.
He stood by the tower window, looking out at Isata's nightscape.
After calming himself as much as possible, Charles communicated with the Book of Causal Paths in his sea of mental power. "I need to obtain this plane's coordinates as soon as possible."
"Otherwise, if Yvenjieling dies, I can hardly imagine what channel I could use to obtain this plane's coordinates."
The Book of Causal Paths wrote as well, "You are right. Even if you use the Fruit Core, or me, to obtain this plane's coordinates through the method of acquiring the result first—"
"The causal power consumed when there is a method and when there is no method at all is not remotely on the same scale."
The Book of Causal Paths continued writing, "Shall we begin? If so, let