Hilbert, dressed in a black robe, slowly walked into the conference room.
The Black Mystery Tower was essentially a vast area formed by three main towers arranged in a triangle at the center, surrounded by Side Towers of all sizes and several small residential districts.
Rute naturally occupied one of the main towers. His nine-story Mage Tower even had a fine name: Night's Mist.
Nicholson lived in Hazy Moon.
The one belonging to Kament Tower also had an interesting name: Mystery of Darkness.
That was right. In many people's eyes, Kament Tower's tower was the most powerful of the three.
But after carefully observing it, Hill could be certain that Night's Mist was the true origin of the name Black Enigma Tower.
Hill could not be sure whether Kament Tower knew that. After all, the methods used in this world to deceive hearts and eyes were still very hard to use against his own.
Thus, he could always bypass the things on the surface and see the truest flows of magical power.
But without Hill's innate eyes, one would need an intimate understanding of magic arrays—enough to trace a single line back to its ultimate source.
An Alchemical Mage of that level would require an immense amount of resources, as well as a long span of time... In this world, probably no one could accomplish it now.
Unless a powerful array mage had sneaked in.
But... what sort of array mage, after seeing that terrifying blockade outside the world, would still charge straight in?
Could anyone be more favored by fate than Hill, who had boarded the east wind express directly?
After all, most others rode actual delivery trucks, not instant-direct rockets.
Honestly, aside from beings like Hill, whose aura had fused with Telashir's, whom fate and luck would send