I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1287: Four

Velrion stood from his chair and moved toward the center of the chamber. The room was quiet now.

This was not a matter he could handle through ordinary channels.

He drew a small ceremonial dagger from inside his sleeve.

Without hesitation, he cut his palm.

A thin line of blood flowed across his skin.

Velrion held his hand over the stone table and began tracing an ancient sigil with the blood itself. The crimson lines glowed as they formed a circular pattern.

"Answer my call," Velrion murmured calmly.

The sigil flared.

A pale, translucent figure slowly rose from the center of the blood circle.

The spirit had no clear shape, its body shifting like mist bound together by faint strands of light. Two dim eyes formed within the haze as it bowed slightly toward the archmage.

Velrion's voice remained steady.

"Carry my command."

This spirit existed under a binding contract that only Velrion could invoke. No other Mage could summon it. No outsider could interfere with its duty.

It was the final safeguard he had built for his private investigation unit.

If Velrion ever died, the contract would dissolve. The unit would automatically disband, and its members would scatter without acknowledging their connection to him. That way they would never become targets for his enemies.

The spirit listened silently.

"Summon the four," Velrion ordered.

The spirit inclined its head once. Without another sound, its mist-like body dissolved and vanished.

Velrion let out a long breath.

Several minutes passed in silence.

For the first time in years, the archmage felt a trace of unease like this. If his intuition was correct, the matter before him was far larger than a simple Magic disturbance like what usually happened in this world.

Then the air stirred. The spirit returned, reforming before him.

"They will come," it whispered into his mind directly.

Velrion nodded. The spirit lifted a formless arm.

The air in front of the chamber twisted as if reality were being peeled apart. A narrow rift opened, its edges glowing with silver light.

A woman stepped through first.

She had long black hair and a slender body. Her clothes were simple merchant garments, the kind worn by traveling traders. Yet her serious expression and calm eyes revealed a far sharper mind behind the disguise.

Velrion gestured toward the chair.

"Sit."

She obeyed without speaking.

Moments later, three more figures emerged from the rift.

Two men and another woman stepped into the chamber. Like the first, they wore ordinary clothing that revealed nothing about their true role.

To any outsider, they would look like common citizens.

But each of them belonged to Velrion's most secret investigative unit.

After the fourth person entered, the spirit dissolved quietly and the rift closed behind them.

One of the men spoke first, his voice solemn.

"You called us, Archmage. What has happened?"

All four understood the meaning of this summons. Velrion never called them unless the situation required secrecy and absolute discretion.

The task ahead would not be simple.

Velrion wasted no time.

"I have reason to believe," he said evenly, "that travelers from another world may have entered our world."

The words struck them like a sudden storm.

All four of them showed brief flashes of shock. None of them said anything, but their thoughts raced.

Travelers from another world.

Such beings existed mostly in ancient records and Magical theories. Even among scholars, the concept remained controversial.

Yet none of them doubted Velrion's sincerity.

The archmage did not joke about matters like this.

Velrion continued.

"A knight on patrol named Garrick sensed something vast moving through the city. His instincts are unusually sensitive."

They all knew Garrick by reputation.

His senses had warned the city about Magical threats more than once.

"If Garrick felt something then I believe it was real," Velrion said quietly.

The room grew heavier with the weight of the implication.

Beings capable of crossing between worlds would have to possess extraordinary power. Even the existence of other worlds remained a myth to ordinary people, but those who worked with Magic understood the truth.

Other worlds existed.

And now such travelers might already be inside their city.

Velrion looked at them one by one.

"We need to move immediately."

He turned toward the chamber door.

"You need to begin in the slum district."

The four investigators rose at once.

They understood the assignment without further explanation.

The four investigators left the chamber quickly after receiving their orders.

The spirit that Velrion had summoned no longer remained, and the chamber returned to silence.

Yet the weight of the archmage's words lingered in the air long after they were gone.

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Across the city, life continued as it always had.

None of them realized that the balance of their world might already have begun to shift.

Far from the Arcane Authority, three figures moved quietly through the narrow streets.

Erend, Eccar, and Aesa had already begun their own search.

They did not need much time to gather the information they needed.

This world was unfamiliar, and its people followed different systems of power and knowledge than those they had encountered before. However, they were not completely unprepared for such situations.

Before leaving their previous world, Adrius and Sylmira had taught them a subtle form of hypnosis Magic.

The spell was not meant to control minds or cause harm. Instead, it allowed them to gently guide a person's attention and loosen their resistance long enough to obtain small pieces of information.

Using it never felt entirely comfortable. But wandering blindly through an unknown world would have been far worse.

Without guidance, they might have spent weeks searching for locations that could be found within hours.

So they used the Magic carefully.

A few quiet conversations in taverns. A few brief encounters with travelers or merchants. Small suggestions placed into distracted minds.

None of the people they spoke to even realized their memories had been lightly touched.

Within only a few hours, the three Dragonborn had already gathered the information they needed.

Eccar finished first. From a caravan guide who regularly traveled beyond the northern trade roads, he learned the path toward a distant canyon far beyond the region known as Blackstone Ridge.

The man had spoken freely after only a few gentle suggestions guiding his thoughts.

Erend found his own answer not long afterward.

From a harbor navigator drinking alone in a dockside tavern, he obtained the route leading toward the vast southern sea and the ports that connected to it.

Aesa completed the final piece.

She spoke with an elderly historian who spent his days cataloging fragments of forgotten records in the city library. Under her careful influence, the man revealed what little remained known about the ruins of Vaelorin City.

It was an ancient place long abandoned. A place most people avoided.

Normally, gathering such specific information from strangers would have taken days of searching and questioning.

But with the hypnosis Magic taught by Adrius and Sylmira, the process had taken only a few hours.

Now the three Dragonborn had already known where and how they needed to go next.

Their destinations were different and they didn't bother to regroup.

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