"I am Noah."
The Black Earl only wrote this short sentence.
The Book of Truth was also presented without any disturbance, which meant the words were true.
The Black Earl already stated that he came from Noah. Although it seemed like he was just trying to fool the Book of Truth, it was not.
This sentence meant a lot to the Ruler of Wisdom.
A descendant of Noah was a general term. Everyone with the surname "Noah" could be called a descendant of Noah.
"I am Noah" was no longer a general term, but a specific one. It meant that the Black Earl alone could represent the entire Noah Clan.
This sentence alone made the Ruler of Wisdom believe that the Black Earl's true identity was greatly reduced.
The only ones who could represent "Noah" were the core five-star elders of the Noah Clan and the current leader of the Noah Clan.
The Black Earl seemed to only have a nose, but his true body had already begun to reveal itself. As for which one he was, it did not matter to the Ruler of Wisdom. As long as the Black Earl could represent Noah, the Ruler of Wisdom was sure to see some interesting changes.
There were Noah's descendants who came to search for the ruins in the past, but they were not strong enough. They could not even cross the last part of the path, let alone meet the Goddess.
But now, someone who could represent Noah showed up. This was going to be interesting.
Would the Goddess still be able to maintain her arrogance in front of him?
The Ruler of Wisdom was looking forward to seeing this, but he still had to look at things from both sides. If the Black Earl admitted that he could represent Noah, it might bring great changes to the ruins. But at the same time, it could also bring a devastating blow to Nether City, which was already in a bad situation.
Nether City still had some old monsters in hibernation. However, facing a new powerful figure in the wizarding world who had a lot of connections, even if the Ruler of Wisdom could defeat the Black Earl, Nether City would face a more dangerous situation.
The Ruler of Wisdom felt a headache coming on.
If the Black Earl was just an ordinary descendant of Noah, the Ruler of Wisdom might be able to find out the Goddess' secret. But now that Noah Benno joined the fray, the Ruler of Wisdom would be even harder to control.
After the Black Count began to write, the Sovereign of Wisdom remained silent for a long time. Both Angor and Count Black were not in a hurry. They could see that the Sage was thinking about something. Dorcas, on the other hand, couldn't wait any longer. "Count me in too. Maybe I can give you some good suggestions."
The Sovereign of Wisdom was still deep in thought. Dorcas simply flicked out a stream of energy and sent it into the Book of Truth.
The Sovereign of Wise sensed this, but he didn't try to stop him. Perhaps he wanted to see what sort of truth Dorcas could bring to the table. Neither Angor nor Count Black tried to stop him. Count Black was too lazy to care, while Angor thought it was a good idea to have Dorcas here.
Even if the Book of Mantra didn't have any rules, it was still a game. Unless you never put down the Book of Mantra again, making it impossible for others to tell whether you were telling the truth or not, that would work. But if the Sovereign of the Wise were to place his pen on it, and they chose to avoid it, that wouldn't be too good either. In addition, the Sovereign of the Wise might be able to tell that something was amiss.
If Dorcas joined the Book of Commandments and became a troublemaker, it would greatly reduce Dorcas' power level.
Even if the Sovereign of Wisdom wanted to use this chance to figure out a countermeasure, Dorcas would probably lead him astray.
After Dorcas sent his energy into the Book of Truth, the pages of the book glowed with a faint blood-red light. In the end, a giant figure with two horns appeared, holding a sword and standing under the bloody maw of a sandworm.
Angor had to admit that this figure looked the best among all of them.
Dorcas had two horns on his forehead and a giant's body because he had activated his bloodline power.
Even Angor had to admit that bloodline awakening battles often created many classic scenes in his mind. Feng the Painter also painted bloodline power battles in his paintings. Even the title page of Expedition into Planes, which was a classic and also the most popular book of Moonfrost Union, "Doomsday Calamity", had many wizards who activated their bloodline power and stood at the forefront to fight against a demon.
Activating one's bloodline didn't necessarily mean one was a Bloodline user. But Bloodline users could definitely activate their bloodline power.
Angor also dreamed about activating his bloodline power and turning himself into a muscle tank. Wherever the wheels went, there would be a rain of blood. However, he could only dream about it. His bloodline was a projected bloodline, and he didn't even know if it was a "bloodline" or not. After activating his bloodline, it would only grow a little bigger than his original body and gain a few more green lines. Nothing else.
Still, if Angor had to choose again, he would probably choose the projected bloodline.
The green lines on his right hand could continuously release nightmare aura without limit. This alone was enough to make Angor reluctant to give it up.
People like Sunders and Sumesh needed nightmare stones to cast their nightmare illusions. Nightmare stones were expensive and rare. This was why they had developed the habit of casting normal illusions whenever they could. They would not use nightmare illusions unless absolutely necessary, and they would not use their Nightmare Domain recklessly.
Angor, on the other hand, didn't have such restrictions. The auras in the other people's Nightmare Domains were all obtained from the Nightmare Realm. Angor was completely self-sufficient. He even had a bunch of nightmare creatures, such as the useless teacup band.
Dorcas' handsome figure slowly melted into the book. He glanced at Angor and Black Earl. "I'll start writing."
Neither Angor nor Count Black said anything.
Unlike the short sentences the others used, Dorcas began to speak freely. Unlike the short sentences the others used, Dorcas began with a big move right away.
"I'm a poor bar owner. My favorite drink is Mountain Mist after a storm. My pockets are full of junk. I wanted to survive the storm, but it all went up in smoke. But Noah is closely related to me, and he won't just stand by and watch. Let's form a team. "
The book began to twist as if trying to determine the authenticity of the words. After a long while, the Book of Mantra faintly presented these words that were filled with resentment but also contained hope on the page.
Angor didn't say anything after reading it.
Black Earl turned away and pretended he didn't see anything.
The Sovereign of Wisdom had already prepared himself to analyze the text, but when he saw this line of cynical words, he couldn't help but feel tired.
From Dorcas' writing, it seemed that he was only related to "Noah", but he wasn't Noah's follower. However, the words were too vague. It was fine to say that Dorcas was Noah.
However, the Wise Ruler had long since determined that Dorcas and Noah didn't have much of a relationship, but the Book of Truth had displayed such words. He couldn't help but think about it again.
This was what Angor wanted. Dorcas' participation was indeed going to mess things up.
The Wise Sovereign rubbed his throbbing temples and said, "Then it's my turn to write."
The Wise Ruler seemed to be prepared for this. He quickly moved his pen, and in the blink of an eye, a line of words was accepted by the book and displayed.
They thought the Wise Ruler would tell them the purpose of their visit, or explain what the necessary conditions were, and how much bonus points could be added.
However, the Wise Ruler didn't write anything. There was only one line of words on the book.
"I mean you no harm. I don't want to kill you. The 'person' who will act against you is in the ruins. "
Angor and Black Earl exchanged glances. Neither of them said anything.
The Wise Ruler continued, "I'm writing this because I hope you can at least trust me. I'll only write the rest if you trust me. "
"We know what you're trying to say even if you don't say it," Angor said. "That's not enough to make us trust you."
The Wise Sovereign: "Then what do you think I should write so that we can trust each other?"
Angor didn't say anything this time. Instead, it was Black Earl who spoke up. "We don't need to trust each other. We just need to maintain the balance."
The foundation of mutual trust was equality. But they didn't have that right now. The Wise Ruler was too strong. He could easily crush them all.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have left the others behind in the ring wall. It was just that they were too weak.
Black Earl only dared to leave the ring wall because if he died, his true body would immediately descend upon them. Angor, on the other hand, left the ring wall … Black Earl couldn't figure it out. He could only assume that Angor had a way to protect himself.
"Balance, is it?" The Wise Overseer knew what Sunders meant. After a moment of silence, the Wise Overseer added another line to the book.
"When we meet on the battlefield, I will use all available means to bind myself for five seconds."
The balance Black Earl mentioned was the balance of danger, or rather, the balance of death.
Of course, the Wise Ruler understood it. Once they started fighting, the Wise Ruler would bind himself for five seconds, which would give them enough time to escape.
Opening a plane passageway could be done in two seconds if he was fast enough. Five seconds was enough for him to open a plane passageway and leave.
This was the balance Black Earl was talking about.
We can only cooperate with you if we have enough time to leave safely. Talking about mutual trust was just empty talk.
The others sighed in relief when the Wise Ruler realized what was going on. At least they didn't have to worry about being ambushed by the Wise Ruler on their way to the Hall of Wise Rulers.
The Wise Overseer looked at Angor again.
"Now, how about we talk?"
Angor knew that the Wise Ruler would talk to him first, so he didn't refuse. "Go ahead, Wise Ruler."
"How did you find the Wood Spirit? How did you make it leave with you? "
After pausing for a moment, the Sovereign of Wisdom said, "These two questions can be used as an exchange. Let me answer your two questions as well. If you want me to write my answers on the Book of Truth, I can only answer one of your questions. "
"Calculating just like that? Too stingy," Dorcas muttered.
It seemed that the Wise Alchemist didn't force him to write his answers on the Book of Truth. However, even if he didn't write them down, the Wise Alchemist would still be able to tell whether he was telling the truth or not. After all, the Wise Alchemist wouldn't be able to fool the Wise Alchemist.
But if Angor asked a different question, the Wise Ruler could easily lie twice.
If the Wise Ruler didn't lie, he could only write his answers on the Book of Truth.
That didn't seem fair at all.
That was what Dorcas thought. However, Angor believed that the Wise Ruler's "exchange" was fair enough. Dorcas forgot that Angor wasn't the only one involved in the two questions.
The Wood Spirit was still here. It wasn't like the Wise Ruler couldn't talk. Besides, the Wood Spirit was a student of the Wise Ruler. No matter how scared the Wise Ruler was, the Wood Spirit wouldn't hide anything from Angor.
In Angor's opinion, the two questions were acceptable.
"Sure. But I don't have anything else to ask for now. "
Angor hesitated. He had a lot of questions. However, if the Wise Ruler needed them to do something in the ruins, the Wise Ruler would surely tell them. Asking questions now would be a waste of time.
"Let's do as the Wise Ruler said. Lend me your letter. What do you think?"
The questions weren't important. It would be a great loss to miss out on knowledge and technology. Also, since the Wise Lord was called a wise man, there must be something special in his notes, which was what Angor was really interested in.
Since the Wise Ruler didn't mention anything about the letter, Angor might as well bring it up himself. It wasn't a matter of being shameless. The Wise Ruler already said so, and Angor was only repeating the Wise Ruler's words.
It wasn't that the Wise Ruler didn't mention it on purpose. He hadn't updated his notebook for many years, so he had forgotten about it. He didn't expect Angor to still be thinking about it.
The Wise Ruler nodded. "Sure."
Angor continued, "Of the two questions, I should answer 'how did I find the Wood Spirit' first. But I think it's better to answer the second one first. That way, the first question will be easier to explain."
The Wise Ruler gave Angor a doubtful look. Angor was going to answer "why did the Wood Spirit follow him" first?
Wasn't that putting the cart before the horse?
Shouldn't he find the Wood Spirit first before persuading it to follow him?
Angor slowly placed his cane on the table.
"Why don't you tell me? I'm sure you're more trustworthy than me." Angor patted the vine on the cane.
The vine didn't move at all, as if it was a real decoration.
"Don't play dead. There are no outsiders here."
The Wood Spirit still didn't respond.
Angor pondered for a moment and decided to use his trump card. "If you want to see him, say something."
After a moment of silence, a creaking sound came from the vines.
The Wood Spirit did say something, but why the hell did you say something?!
(End of Chapter)
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