Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes-Chapter 711 - 229 Incident

"So, to handle a legacy of a Divine being, it is best left to another power that claims to possess the True God–ah, after all, ’the capable are shouldering more burdens’."

The Councilman nodded his head and let out a strange cold chuckle.

"Furthermore, if you need to contact those ’Contactors’, I could utilize the power of the Federation Council to provide you with enough conveniences."

"Thank you for your kind intentions, Councilman, but it’s not necessary. I do not intend to meddle with their destinies."

However, Grey Mist shook his head in response to the Councilman’s suggestion.

"Do you really not plan to contact those ’Contactors’? As far as I know, according to the theories of the Prediction School, as these contactors become increasingly powerful, a representative figure should emerge, embodying the destiny of the group, right?"

His tone slightly perplexed, the entity known as the Councilman was somewhat surprised by Grey Mist’s reaction.

At this critical juncture of breaking through to the Ninth Rank, he thought Grey Mist would spare no effort in seizing all nodes of the Net of Destiny to increase his chances of a successful breakthrough.

"Destiny is unpredictable; overly deliberate pursuit of anything may lead events to develop in the opposite direction.

Just like the grains of sand in the desert, if you gently hold them, you can grasp a full handful, but if you grip too tightly, you will only cause most of the grains to slip through your fingers."

Grey Mist spoke in a calm tone, adopting an enigmatic posture.

With his gesture, the faint Destiny Mist enveloping him also fluctuated subtly, looking very peculiar.

"The number of destiny nodes to intervene is not the more the better, my energy is limited. Moreover, conflicts are certain to occur at some nodes in the future.

Betting on both sides does not result in synergistic effects; instead, it’s more like one subtracting one.

For me, the widespread prevalence of the magic-guided mechanical network is already sufficient for achieving my goals.

As for the contactors, all the high-rank Prophets are aware that the strongest Child of Destiny will emerge amongst them. Therefore, I do not intend to intervene for now; it’s better to maintain the status quo and let those other Prophets dispute over it."

"Is that your view?"

The Councilman nodded slightly, no longer speaking further, as their relationship was merely a cooperative one.

As the Stargazer sleeps, Grey Mist is now the strongest Prophet on the continent, especially since he is about to truly break through to the Ninth Rank, qualifying him to stand on equal ground with him.

"Besides, regarding the ’Contactor’ aspect, hasn’t someone already taken the initiative to lay out plans in advance?"

Looking at the silent Councilman, Grey Mist seemingly casually mentioned a point.

"Are you referring to the Black Ring Commerce? Are they worthy of your attention?"

With some clarity, the Councilman nodded and asked for confirmation.

"Behind the actions of Black Ring Commerce is the work of the Prophet ’Mirror’. In my view, his threat is formidable enough to rank among the top three amongst all Prophets.

After the event of the Master of Dreams’ descent, I retraced the changes in the Net of Destiny at that time and realized that the incident that caused me to lose access to the mechanical network was precisely engineered by ’Mirror’, who also reaped the greatest benefits from it."

Grey Mist explained directly.

"Furthermore, most importantly, I suspect that he has some sort of connection with the ’Truth Circle’ organization!"

"Truth Circle? Are you sure?!"

Upon hearing this term, the Councilman’s voice suddenly grew deeper.

"Back then, just before the Master of Dreams was about to descend, the power of the mechanical network had experienced an abnormal aggregation, the destination unknown. But since everything on the battlefield cannot be predicted, I have no concrete evidence, only conjectures."

Grey Mist nodded, then shook his head afterward.

"I see, this is indeed a significant point of suspicion."

Gently nodding his head, the Councilman thought for a moment.

"Additionally, how is the situation with the Gloria Empire?"

"In less than a year, the civil war within the Empire will reignite. The current calm is merely a temporary suppression due to the disappearance of Gloria III and the threat of the Truth Circle.

But as time extends, the suspended throne—whom should it belong to?"

Revealing a bizarre smile obscured by mist, Grey Mist suddenly stood up.

"Time is almost up, so we must take our leave, Your Excellency the Councilman."

After nodding to the Councilman for the last time, the mist surrounding Grey Mist thickened, enveloping him entirely, and then his figure, along with the mist, dispersed.

At the same time, another cloaked figure who had not spoken during the entire discussion had also disappeared without a trace, leaving only a faint trail of starlight at their original location.

"...Black Ring Commerce? Mirror?"

Inside the now silent and dark palace, the Councilman intently gazed at the spot where the two figures had vanished, his eyes deep in thought, as if considering some matter.

For a moment, he raised his hand and lightly touched the silver round table in front of him.

With a crisp ’ding’, a circle of silver light rippled from where his fingertip touched the table, then disappeared into the air.

The next moment, the space inside the grand hall suddenly brightened, colorful bouquets and banners from various kingdoms emerged from around the venue, and the fragrance of the flowers spread in the warm air, dispelling the mysterious ambiance that had lingered before.

Swish, swish—

At the same time, the originally round silver table suddenly elongated, transforming into a long table. The previously unoccupied seats on both sides were suddenly filled with figures appearing out of nowhere.

Some of the earlier arrivals were already exchanging polite greetings with familiar faces nearby.

"Then, let us officially begin the 2465th session of the Federation Council in Federation year 2465."

"Today, I have a special topic to share with you all. It relates to the largest Magic-guided Mechanical Assembly Chamber of Commerce, the Black Ring Commerce."

After everyone had gathered, the Councilman seated at the head of the table looked down at the varied expressions of the many council members and smiled slightly.

.......

"The widespread adoption of Mechanical networks causing a shift in public ideological perceptions will fundamentally shake the ruling position of grassroots nobles. Why did he agree to your proposal?"

On the other hand, after leaving the venue earlier, that cloaked figure who had not spoken throughout the session finally couldn’t help but ask Grey Mist a question.

"That’s because, besides us, there are two other Empires, Star.

After the Patikalan Covenant ended, the Federation essentially returned to being fragmented sand, easily consumed bit by bit. As both the Chairman of the Federation and the King of the Loran Kingdom, he has no other choice."

Looking at the silver-haired maiden under the cloak, who rarely revealed a conflicted expression, Grey Mist smiled slightly.

The existence of Star was his safeguard; this mysterious girl’s strength was, in his eyes, unfathomably deep.

And most importantly, in the prophecy, she seemed to be just purely traveling and waiting for something without any conflict of interest with him.

With Star as an ally by his side, he could confidently make some more dangerous choices, so Grey Mist didn’t mind occasionally revealing some secrets to satisfy her curiosity.

"...Are you really prepared to accept the suggestions of those foreigners and distribute the so-called ’free thought’ on a large scale using Mechanical Headbands?"

However, this time, Star seemed particularly interested in it.

"Why not?"

Grey Mist looked at her strangely.

"According to my prophecy results, this will bring transformation to the fate of the entire continent."