Yun Wei had no objection and obediently nodded, even though the necromancer's eyesight was almost completely unaffected by the darkness.
At this moment, Isaac's domineering demeanor concealed a hint of arrogance, which also filled him with boundless joy.
To be fair, even if light-based illumination spells could be used to light up the darkness, it wouldn't be a good choice for traveling at night. The torches carried by the Royal Guards were the only reliable source of light for the group.
That night, the moon was always obscured by thick clouds, making it unusually dark.
As midnight approached, the group finally arrived at the intersection of the roads closest to Moonflower City.
Standing here and looking eastward towards the horizon, the distant Moonflower City, visible in the darkness, resembles a pearl set in a black velvet cloth. In the vast night, its outline, faintly revealed under the hazy light, retains its magnificent beauty.
The source of that light illuminating the darkness was the 'Tower of All Laws', which was under repair.
These days, the hottest topic in the entire Moonflower City, the entire Red Moon Kingdom, and even the entire Zhuyuan Continent must be the Tower of Myriad Laws that revealed its true form overnight—that tender, crystal-clear, and thriving oak sapling.
Yun Wei and the others kept a low profile. Whenever the topic of the Tower of Ten Thousand Laws came up, they simply echoed what others said and dealt with it perfunctorily.
The same applies now.
The students were mostly mages, and their frail bodies, after such fierce battles, could hardly sustain their relentless marching day and night. As more and more mages protested, Al had no choice but to announce that they would temporarily set up camp there to rest.
So everyone scattered around the campfires, and the topic of discussion naturally turned to the Tower of All Laws.
"I wonder who's so lucky to have gotten the chance to enter the Tower of All Laws... I'm so envious!"
"There's no use in being envious. Back in our day, we'd pass out within ten minutes of sneaking out of the dorm at night..."
Several senior monks were chattering away.
Yun Wei pretended to be tired and leaned lazily on Isaac's shoulder. He quietly lowered his eyes and looked at the ever-burning campfire in front of him.
The Corpse Puppet Mage, who had been lurking in the shadows for hundreds of years, suddenly launched an attack near Moonflower City. The timing of their appearance was far too subtle, leading him to suspect that someone had deliberately orchestrated this attack against the Tower of Ten Thousand Laws.
At this moment, the man in black robes was still unconscious. Who exactly was the "that person" he was referring to?
Was it the Abyss Apostle he met underground? Or perhaps some ambitious lord on the continent?
To be honest, the Vatican's elite forces had already suffered heavy losses in the upheaval in Red Moon City two months ago, to the point that Moonflower City had to urgently conscript these students to participate in the defense.
wrong!
Yun Wei suddenly realized a rather serious problem, which made his hair stand on end instantly:
If even this group of students is being transferred away from Moonflower City, then Moonflower City is currently at its most vulnerable in terms of defense!
He raised his head, silently gazing at the tranquil glow in the distance, but then asked the knight who had turned back, "Isaac, what would happen to this world if the Tower of All Laws were destroyed?"
His voice was already hoarse, and now it carried a chill, like a mysterious prophecy or a sign of impending disaster.
"..." Upon hearing this, Isaac pondered for a moment, then frowned and said, "The Tower of All Laws has long been lost to the distant past, so it should not be destroyed again."
The knight seemed to instantly understand his master's worries.
Isaac patted Yun Wei's shoulder reassuringly and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, Moonflower City is well-defended, far more so than what we see on the surface."
"This is a sacred place in the hearts of mages for thousands of years. The city's underground is engraved with the most powerful defensive magic array in the entire continent, and the palace also hides secret weapons. It is impossible for it to fall in a short time."
Yun Wei was still not entirely reassured by the other party's reply.
He pressed on in a low voice, "But it was still destroyed. What happened then?"
Here, "it" refers to the Tower of Ten Thousand Laws, which now only has half of its dilapidated foundation remaining.
Isaac thought for a moment and replied, "There are actually many theories, most of which are like vague myths and legends. Well, in my time, the most widely circulated theory was that magical civilization was born near the ruins of the Tower of All Laws after the Tower of All Laws was destroyed first."
"As for the destruction of the Tower of Ten Thousand Laws, according to legend, all the stars fell like rain and sank into the sea near the Continent of Primordial Elements."
"From then on, the sea and sky were vast, and the remaining pillar of heaven turned into the snow-capped peak of Mount Moriti—which also explains why the sky over the continent of Zhuyuan is pitch black, with no stars except for the moonlit night."
Upon hearing this, Yun Wei couldn't help but ask, "But I remember you saying that the First Dynasty made a vow to protect the stars, and that's why the stars bestowed upon them their names..."
Isaac smiled and said, "Who knows? Maybe it's just something they made up to prove the authority and legitimacy of their family's rule."
Yun Wei shook his head, about to say something, when he heard the faint sound of horses' hooves coming from afar.
It wasn't just him who heard it.
It's important to know that warriors, with their muscular physiques honed and kidneys strengthened, generally possess far superior hearing compared to mages. Many had already risen to their feet, warily watching the source of the sound.
The events of that day left many people with lingering fears, and at this moment, they are like frightened birds.
The approaching group did not light torches. It was only when they came to the blazing fire that people recognized them as another group of Papal knights from their imposing silver armor and standard swords.
The elderly man at the head of the group, wearing a tall hat and silver belt, with a flowing white robe, sat upright on a brown steed, his expression solemn and dignified.
"Ah, it's His Excellency the Bishop!"
"Greetings, Bishop Nicholas!"
The knights who were on guard around the area recognized the old man and quickly gathered around. The red-haired knight stepped forward, knelt down on one knee before the old man, bowed respectfully, and said loudly, "Knight Commander Al greets His Excellency the Cardinal."
The atmosphere at the Vatican was so solemn that even the academy students, who had been relaxing comfortably around the campfire, involuntarily fell silent. In this moonless, dark night, only the mournful sound of the autumn wind blew, sending a chill down their spines.
Nicholas lifted his eyelids, his cold gaze sweeping over everyone present, before asking, "Where are the others?"
Upon hearing this, Al fell silent. Everyone present fell silent.
The red-haired knight lowered his head, clenching his fists at his chest. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency. They... they've all perished."
His lips trembled, and the last few words were uttered with difficulty, as if weighing a thousand pounds. After he finished speaking, all the Papal knights clenched their fists, beat their chests, bowed their heads in silent mourning, and made a unified and solemn sound.
But the high and mighty bishop didn't seem to feel much about it.
After a long pause, Nicholas commented indifferently, "Useless."
With his final pronouncement, the scene fell into a deathly silence once more. The firelight flickered mercilessly, scattering across Al's dusty silver armor, as if mocking the red-haired knight's incompetence.
“However, we have still made some gains, Your Excellency the Bishop.” Priest Mok stepped forward, trembling, his eyes darting around. “We have captured a suspicious man in black robes.”
"Oh?" The arrogant old man seemed to have become interested. The lines on his face twitched as his facial muscles contracted, but his eyes were sharp and menacing, like those of a vulture.
He spoke coldly, as if discussing something insignificant—
"Where is he now?"
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