My health recovery is incredibly fast.

Just now, he was so engrossed in the plan he was about to execute that he completely forgot to pay attention to what was happening outside, so much so that he was now holding a wooden plaque engraved with Rena's number in his hand...

"Get ready, we're leaving in two minutes." The person outside the tent said this and then disappeared.

This man could have lifted the curtain to see what Nyxat was doing, but out of self-perception as a civilized person, he refrained from doing anything impolite; otherwise, he would have seen Nyxat frantically tidying up the wooden plaques.

Nyxat lifted the curtain and glanced outside to make sure the person was gone.

He hastily tidied up the wooden plaques, putting the one with his own number in the pocket of his belt and the one with Rena's number inside his undergarments.

Nexusat stood up, looked at the small tent, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

If all goes well, he will no longer have to live in this pigsty-like place; he will break free from the comfort of this body and regain his freedom.

He lifted the curtain and stepped out, his steps light and joyful, his figure quickly obscured by the other tents.

A figure clad in leather armor emerged from the tent next to Ner'xath.

He lifted the curtain, went into the tent, and squatted down to examine the sawdust under his feet.

After observing carefully for half a minute, the figure returned to the original tent.

...

Christo's office.

Rexor and Sereth have temporarily requisitioned this place.

They closed their eyes and sat on their respective single sofas.

Over the past two days, from the perspective of "bloodline refinement," they selected more than a dozen targets that were most suitable for bloodline refinement from more than 100 pure-blooded mages who initially met the requirements for "bloodline refinement."

They recruited a group of Witcher helpers and created more than a dozen Blood Element servants to imprint temporary bloodline marks on their Witcher companions, using a hidden bloodline connection as a means of communication.

These witchers were assigned to various corners of the temple territory to observe the target from the shadows and report their progress to Rexor and Rexor in real time.

“Nyoksat carved many wooden plaques, about fifty or sixty in total.”

Rexor opened his eyes and looked at his companion. "I've only received this one report of an anomaly; there are no anomalies elsewhere. What about you?"

Serites shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with it. I'm having them check it again."

Two minutes later.

Serites opened his eyes and said, "It's been confirmed, there's nothing unusual."

Rexor walked to the table, picked up the parchment scroll recording Rena's schedule, and sat back down on the sofa. "So it seems the cloaked man's target is Rena. Of course, it could also be a trap, and the real target is someone else."

“I’ll go over there.” Serites picked up the longsword beside him. “Whether it’s a trap or not, I’ll trap this guy on the atoll and make sure he can’t go anywhere.”

“Okay, I’ll stay here.” Rexor nodded.

After Serets left the room, the bald man closed his eyes again and contacted the Witchers.

The pure-blooded mage's bloodline is concentrated in their physical body, so as long as they keep an eye on Reina's body, the Witcher guarding the scouting camp forms the first line of defense.

Serites' aid is the second line of defense.

The third line of defense is Rena's physical body; she wears protective gear provided by Christor, which can provide high-intensity protection for a long time.

With three lines of defense in place, how can the cloaked man take Rena away?

Rexor pondered the possible scenarios and reached out to press his hand on the image orb beside him.

Five live images are projected from the jewel, their perspectives derived from the image jewel placed on the ceiling of the altar plaza.

The Image Orb cannot capture images from the Soul Insight Realm; it can only be used to observe the physical condition of the exploration team members.

In the scene, the members are sitting cross-legged on the ground around the central stone tower, while Nyxat sits below the tower.

A planar scholar dressed in a mage's robe summoned a fireball and launched it into the stone tower in a parabolic arc.

Flames danced atop the tower, incense for meditation was lit, filling the air with fragrance, and the exploration team collectively entered into meditation.

Chapter 12 Mass Spam Messages

"Reso, I'm in position."

Serites' figure appeared in a corner of the image, hiding on the pyramid at the edge of the altar square.

On the pyramid opposite him, another witcher was hiding.

The two guarded the two entrances and exits of the altar square, effectively trapping Nexus in the square.

"I see you."

Rexor glanced at the video feed and spotted his companion in the overhead view. "Nyxat is in the first row below the stone tower, on the cushion at six o'clock. The second person to his right is Rena."

“Okay, I’ve located him.” Serites’ pupils dilated slightly as he stared intently at Nyxath’s figure. “What’s the situation elsewhere?”

"Still nothing's changed... Wait a minute." Rexol paused, his eyebrows furrowing tightly, his tone turning ominous. "There's movement at Hurley Letunia's place, let me check..."

The Witcher monitoring Hughie shared his footage with Rexor.

Hughie was also on the roundabout at this time.

She has an experimental area here to study the island's plants.

As a pureblood mage who also works as an alchemist, Hughie has created a detailed schedule for herself.

Rexor learned from Letunia that for the past five days, Hughie had been conducting research alone in the experimental area of ​​the atoll, without contacting any outsiders.

But now, a group of people are approaching Hughie's experimental area. They ring the doorbell, speak a few words to Hughie, and then take her away to another experimental area on the atoll.

The Witcher monitoring Hughie overheard their conversation and reported it to Rexor.

Judging from the chat, this group of people belonged to an alchemical family and were researching and developing eye drops. They encountered some trouble during their experiments and needed the help of an alchemist skilled in herbal alchemy, so they contacted Hurley, who was the closest to them.

Hughie followed the group into their experimental area and entered a three-story stone house that was completely sealed off.

The Witcher cannot sneak in without authorization; he must wait outside.

This was an unexpected situation that Rexor had never anticipated.

Especially that damn stone house, why doesn't it even have a single window? And the walls are so thick that you can't hear a sound at all.

The Witcher who was monitoring Hughie asked Rexor for spellcasting permission. After obtaining permission, he cast invisibility and polymorph, turning into transparent water and entering the stone house.

At that very moment, Hughie's mistress, Letunia, suddenly realized she could not contact Hughie, and she immediately sent a warning to Rexol.

Rexor's Witcher companions wandered around the stone house filled with alchemical instruments and experimental fields several times, but failed to find any trace of Hurley, confirming that the situation had changed.

Rexol rubbed his forehead a few times and decided to go and see for himself.

From then on, the protection of Hurley and Rena involved all of the Demon Hunter School's current mobile personnel. Which pureblood mage is the Cloaked Man's real target?

...

Western Continent, Starry Night Academy.

Anru went to teach her students, while Xia Zuo stayed in his dormitory alone to read.

On the desk in front of him lay a thick book, as thick as an adult's head. Each 30x50 cm page contained a large amount of text and animated illustrations, vividly describing the temple's past history.

This tome, titled "Chronicles of the Temple," is priced at a hefty 170 million Federal Citizen Points. The entire set is illustrated with illusionary images, the content of which is derived from historical scenes recreated by a time-space container, ensuring both authenticity and accurate capture of key moments in each historical event. While the price is exorbitant, it is absolutely worth the investment.

Xia Zuo savored every page, immersing himself in the vast sea of ​​historical knowledge.

He would occasionally break away from reading to drink water and rest, while switching to the perspective of his blood relatives to ensure their safety.

Rexor's Bloodline Sense is temporarily unavailable.

Xia Zuo could have forcibly activated his bloodline connection to see what the bald man was doing, but out of respect for him and his respect for the Demon Hunter school, Xia Zuo did not do so.

"Hmm~" Xia Zuo stretched comfortably in his chair.

"Click..."

"Click..."

"Click-clack-click..."

A rapid, rhythmic sound of plectrums came from the drawer.

"What's going on? How could I receive so many secret messages all at once?" Xia Zuo scratched his head and opened a drawer.

There were two alchemy pouches in the drawer. The one on the left was given to him by Rexor and contained a new secret communication ring. The one on the right contained old secret communication rings. Some of them were ones that Xia Zuo didn't need and kept on hand as spares, while others were ones that Xia Zuo had just retrieved from a friend in the past two days and hadn't had time to dispose of yet.

Xia Zuo first reached into his left pocket, where all the communication rings were in their initial positions, and the picks were all obediently in their original places.

He then reached into his right pocket, his expression immediately turning strange.

"Clatter~" Xia Zuo poured the old secret message rings from his alchemy pocket onto the table and examined the secret messages on each ring one by one.

Do you yearn for freedom?

Do you yearn for freedom?

Do you yearn for freedom?

All the encrypted rings whose communication channels had been hacked displayed the same message:

Do you yearn for freedom?

"What the heck? Am I being bombarded with ads?" Xia Zuo was a little confused.

Compared to the information age, with its mobile phones, telephones, computers, and the internet, the secret communication ring is relatively backward and primitive—it has drawbacks such as slow sending and receiving speeds, delays in receiving messages, and inconvenience in carrying multiple rings.

However, the advantages of the Secret Message Ring are also obvious!

Each secret message ring is personally handed over to a specific person by its owner, eliminating the possibility of receiving spam messages.

But now…

All the compromised message rings are receiving the same message.

"Click, click, click..." The dense vibration of the picks rang out again, and the information on the ring changed:

Do you yearn to break free from the constraints of the Temple's laws and become the true master of your body, will, and spirit?

Xia Zuo crossed his arms and looked at the secret communication ring on the table, a question flashing through his mind:

Aren't the guys who sent these secret messages afraid of the court?

The talk of breaking free from the Temple's laws and achieving true freedom, no matter how you analyze it, inevitably evokes thoughts of betraying the Temple…