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The Disc Islands are home to the headquarters of the Mage Union Council – Saint Tavisan.

Calvin returned through the portal, stood atop his floating tower, and gazed at the view outside.

"It's still as prosperous as ever... yet it's still as corrupt and decadent as ever," he murmured to himself.

"Why didn't you inform the teacher? Don't you care about this old man at all?" A frail but powerful voice came from behind.

Calvin turned around, looked at the person who had come in, silently lowered his head, and respectfully greeted, "Teacher."

Dufar nodded slightly. It had been many years since he had seen his protégé, Calvin, after he had chosen to join the Night's Watch.

"You possess the power of the Night's Watch, and it seems you're using it quite well, reaching your limits at such a young age. Have you decided what path you want to take next?"

Today, Dufar spoke with unusual calmness, perhaps because he was in a particularly good mood after reuniting with his long-lost disciple.

Hearing this, Calvin replied with a wry smile, "Teacher, as you know, the reason I was able to improve so quickly was mainly due to the power of the Night's Watch, not because I am particularly capable myself."

"Now that you've joined the Night's Watch, the Night's Watch's power is naturally your power as well. What difference does it make?"

Dufar's words startled Calvin for a moment, then he smiled and nodded.

"You're right."

"It seems you're quite satisfied with the Night's Watch? You've certainly accomplished a great deal over the years," Dufar said.

Calvin couldn't help but recall the actions he had participated in over the years, which were more fulfilling and meaningful than anything he had done before, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

"It's not a big deal, and I wasn't a major participant in many of the actions, but I was still a part of it."

"Yes, that's right." With that, the old monk slowly walked to the chair next to him and sat down.

"Tell this old man what you've been through all these years."

Calvin did not refuse, nodded slightly, and began to recount his experiences over the years in an orderly manner.

“I see. It seems the Night's Watch is indeed ahead of its time.” Dufar sighed after hearing this. He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the city below.

The city appears so magnificent, with convenient facilities, beautiful scenery, and a sense of intelligence, yet at the same time, it is also permeated with an atmosphere of decadence.

"When exactly did the Mage Council become like this?" he murmured to himself.

At this moment, Calvin spoke up: "Teacher, come with me and join the Night's Watch. There, you can play a greater role and truly contribute your strength to the world. Now, I... no, we, the whole world, need your strength."

Calvin once held his teacher in high esteem; however, due to the vast difference in their strength, he did not have a clear understanding of his teacher's power.

But now, he clearly sees the teacher's level—[Level 14].

It turns out that my teacher possesses such great strength.

"My power? Haven't the dragons already begun to side with the Night's Watch?"

For an old mage of Dufar's caliber, many things were no longer secrets.

Calvin understood what his teacher meant and gave a wry smile, saying, "But what the leader faces is an even more powerful existence." This was precisely the purpose of his return here—to seek support from more top-tier combat forces.

“I cannot leave, child. This place may be corrupt, but not everyone is beyond redemption. There are still people who deserve salvation, people who cherish ideals, and people who possess wisdom.”

“They need someone to guide them, someone to lead them, just as I once taught you,” Dufar said.

Hearing this, Calvin sighed silently. Although he didn't know his teacher very well, he knew that his teacher wouldn't easily give up the Mage Council.

“However, when the time comes, I will come to your aid and lend you a hand,” Dufar continued. Hearing this, Calvin finally smiled, for it meant there was now another glimmer of hope and possibility.

Compared to Calvin's relatively smooth situation, the situation on the elves' side was much more troublesome.

The Night's Watch's elven messengers went to the elves seeking support, but to no avail.

The continent was now engulfed in chaos, with elves and their minions clashing against each other. Thousands of years of pent-up resentment and bitterness erupted in this moment.

Many precious elven lives were lost in this civil war. In this precarious situation, it was impossible for the Night's Watch to request reinforcements.

The elite forces of the Elven race would certainly not abandon their own kind to go elsewhere to provide assistance at this time. After all, the Elves are inherently proud and arrogant, and extremely protective of their own.

The city of the Ring Tower, a place for rest in Kana.

At this moment, Kana was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, slowly meditating.

He certainly didn't need to improve his strength in this way, but rather used this state to allow his body to fully relax and his mind to reach its optimal state, so as to gain a deeper understanding of the essence of power.

Now, he has reached a stage where he needs to understand the rules more thoroughly and deeply.

This time, he must be in top condition, because he knows that the enemy he faces is not just the vicious rat.

Although he had reached some kind of tacit understanding with the Blood God, the Blood God was, after all, an evil god, and it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't take advantage of his misfortune at a crucial moment.

Similarly, Blood God might also strike at Kana at a crucial moment.

This is undoubtedly like asking a tiger for its skin. From beginning to end, he will never have any trust in the Blood God. This is just a casual move in his plan.

It would be best if they were useful, but even if they were useless, there wouldn't be much of a loss, since they were enemies to begin with.

Therefore, he had to prepare for the worst. Moreover, his battle with the evil rats might be the last chance for the celestial evil gods.

Although not every evil god can see through the situation, there will always be some who do.

At that time, they might pour all their efforts into interfering at the last moment, hoping he would die at the hands of the evil rat, or at least not let the evil rat die easily.

As for what unexpected events might occur, even Kana cannot predict them. Therefore, no amount of preparation is excessive.

After he finished meditating, Alyris entered the room.

“Some people have reported back that some of their operations were successful, but many more failed,” Alyris said.

Hearing this, and seeing the slight worry flash across Aliris's face, Kana smiled and gently stroked her face.

Alyris reached out and placed her hand on the back of Kana's hand, her scarlet eyes fixed on him.

“Don’t worry, just like before, trust me,” Kana said.

“Of course, I’ve always believed in you,” Alyris replied.

These days, Kana is getting busier and busier, and he doesn't have many moments like this to spend with Aliris.

Looking at the list of projects that could be planned, he felt somewhat relieved.

Although the actual situation was worse than expected, overall it was still acceptable.

Now, he could only wait and see what tricks those high and mighty evil gods would pull. (End of Chapter)