Azure Scepter

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[You have acquired the feat "Robust (3)!"]

[Robust (3): Your body has been tempered and refined, breaking through the shackles of your race! Your vitality is as vigorous as a raging fire; even trolls are a joke compared to you. Your vitality is even comparable to some demons in the Abyss. You gain excess vitality and stamina based on your level!]

In an instant, Trier felt his heart skip a beat, and the next moment, an unbearable pain surged from his heart.

Caught off guard, Trier's vision suddenly went dark, and an indescribable pain erupted like a long-accumulated volcano!

Then, excruciating pain erupted like molten lava, bursting forth along the branching blood vessels and neural networks. Every nerve bundle and muscle in his body began to tremble in agony, and every muscle fiber seemed to transform into blazing firewood at that moment!

Trier took a deep breath and used her willpower to suppress her instinctive physiological reaction.

"Clap, clap."

Fine beads of sweat quickly appeared and gathered from the tip of his nose, then fell to the ground like rain. With each exhale, the scalding sweat hissed and spread out like steam.

[Warning: Your Strength and Constitution attributes have been permanently increased due to "Robust (3)."]

[Physical constitution 17→18!]

[Strength 13 → 14!]

"This reaction is too exaggerated! It can even increase attributes!?" Trier was shocked.

The next moment, a cold hand gently supported him.

"Trier, are you alright?" Noe's trembling voice came from beside my ear.

Trier endured the pain and turned his head away expressionlessly.

Just as he was about to speak, another warm and strong hand suddenly grabbed his left hand.

He instinctively turned his head and his eyes met those of Edith.

"You're injured, don't speak, just leave everything to me." The princess's soft voice melted into the sound of the wind.

The next instant, a holy and pure light suddenly surged from Edith's palm, the radiance reflecting on Edith's focused and solemn eyes, dispelling all the shadows on her face, making her face as white as if it were transparent.

Almost simultaneously, another warm current gushed from Noy's fingertips and then quickly flowed through Trier's body, instantly dispelling the pain in a warm embrace.

[You have been affected by "Advanced Restoration".]

[You have received the effects of "Holy Healing".]

[Note: Your "fatigue" state has been dispelled.]

A series of messages flashed across his eyes.

In a daze, he felt as if the effects of the divine magic were flowing silently through his body and into his heart, the warmth like sunlight streaming through a cold window in winter.

“Thank you.” Trier hesitated for a moment, then said sincerely, “But I’m really fine.”

Edith glanced at Granny Lor with a complicated expression, her lips pressed together, a hint of self-reproach on her face.

Noi didn't say anything; she just gripped Trier's hand tightly, as if afraid he would suddenly disappear.

Granny Lor looked bewildered, her mouth slightly open, as if she had been silenced.

“It has nothing to do with Granny Lor,” Trier said immediately. “Feeling hot... is a normal phenomenon when exploring the dream world of groups.”

P.S.: I think maintaining consistent updates is more important than quality, so the chapter breaks are not well done.

Chapter 194 Foggy Night

“Body heat... is a normal phenomenon when exploring group dreams,” Trier said without changing his expression.

Edith's furrowed brows gradually relaxed, but the next moment, she glanced at her side with a puzzled look.

"But Granny Lor doesn't have a fever."

At this moment, the court sorceress, Granny Roel, stared blankly, her head spinning from a month of intense study. Hearing her name called, she lowered her head in a daze for a moment before looking up in surprise.

“Fever is a normal phenomenon.” Granny Lor waved her hand vigorously, her gaze refocusing, her tone firm and righteous. “Lord Trier is absolutely right. I am quite old, so my fever is not obvious.”

Noe looked surprised and blinked incredulously.

Roel had insisted on participating in the prophecy in order to monitor Trier, but only ten minutes later, Trier's attitude had completely changed. This was really strange.

What happened?

Before she could think it through, Trier's voice rang in her ears again.

"In short, don't worry, the prophecy process went smoothly without any unexpected events—we obtained many clues." Trier paused for a moment, his tone returning to calm. "These clues are quite messy and need to be sorted out."

At this point, he looked at Edith.

"This will take about two days. I will write down the results of the prophecy in a paper document, and then please give it to Oris."

Edith hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Don't worry, but are you really alright?"

“Really, no problem,” Trier laughed. “I’m just a little tired and need to rest.”

As night fell, thick clouds gathered, and a light mist enveloped the entire city.

The moon hung high in the center of the sky, and not far away, the towering Star Tower was almost hidden in the mist and moonlight.

A cold night wind blew by, and the tattered irises, along with their embers, gradually drifted away in the wind.

The next moment, two slender fingers pinched the petal.

Noi held the broken petal to her nose, smelled it gently, and then sighed almost imperceptibly.

"Master, are you really sure?" Noy's expression was complicated. "Are you really going to pass on the prophetic message to Bishop Vercingetorie at the same time?"

Trier nodded slightly.

"of course."

“You’re trying to provoke a conflict between him and Oris,” Noy said as he walked. “But the intention is far too obvious; this isn’t like you.”

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Excuse my frankness, Master, but this plan is far too simplistic. We have more subtle ways to instigate conflict."

Trier shook his head.

"That's not necessary."

Noe looked puzzled and looked at Trier with confusion.

Trier continued walking: "A building riddled with worms is bound to collapse. I'm not trying to provoke conflict, because conflict already exists. I'm just giving it a gentle push. A clever method might partially absolve one of suspicion, but they're not stupid. They'll find out sooner or later, so it's better to choose the simplest and most direct method than to waste time and effort."

Noi fell silent.

The spirit's movement was silent; in the burnt flower field, only Trier's own footsteps could be heard.

After a long pause, Noi spoke again.

“Master, I don’t think Vercingetori will oppose you. However, if you want to regain control of the situation, the terrifying army of undead in the laboratory and the loyal and reliable local nobles are more than enough. Is it really necessary to let the situation become chaotic?”

Trier remained silent, his steps still steady.

The next moment, Noi stopped in her tracks, a terrifying thought suddenly popping into her mind.

"Unless, the people you are dealing with are not just mortals."

Trier also stopped and nodded calmly.

"Your intuition is very sharp."

Trier's calm words struck Noe's heart like a heavy stone. Her pupils contracted sharply, and she felt as if her heart had been suddenly squeezed, and her light body stiffened instantly.

After a long pause, Noe managed to regain her composure, her voice trembling slightly: "Aren't you curious how I guessed it?"

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Trier.

Trier's face was hidden in the mist, and she couldn't see his expression. She only knew that Trier's tone was calm, as if they were talking about what to eat that night, not about plotting against a demigod.

“It’s easy to guess,” Trier said softly. “The spreading blood plague, the maddening demons—this place doesn’t look like the peaceful Southern Duchy anymore; it’s more like the front lines of the Demon Rift. Would you believe that the manipulators behind all this are just mortals?”

"So, does that mean there's a demon lord behind all these active demons in the city?"

“Yes.” Trier nodded succinctly. “It’s Lady Bloodthorn.”

“If we want to ignite a conflict, this message should also be passed on to it.” Noy frowned, thinking carefully. “That’s probably difficult.”

"It's not difficult, just go through Nordmann."

"Nordman!?" Noy's eyes widened suddenly. She was momentarily stunned, then her eyes revealed barely suppressed shock. "He's connected to the demons? He... he's the chief spymaster! How is this possible?!"

“Next time you meet him, you can observe him more closely,” Trier said calmly. “There are many details that can corroborate this.”

A deathly silence enveloped the flower field like the surrounding cold mist. After a long while, the chimes of the Lighthouse Grand Theater in the Lower City came from beneath Noy's feet.

She clenched her left hand and asked softly.

"Our adversaries... also include the gods within the pantheon?"

"of course."

Trier turned his head to look at Noe.

This time, Noi's fingers, which were holding the petals, did not tremble at all. She gently released her hand, and the broken golden petals, along with the gray embers, drifted away in the wind.

It seems she was not afraid of the enemy's strength.

The time traveler couldn't help but feel curious.

"Are not you afraid?"

“Of course I’m scared.” Noi turned her head, and this time her tone was particularly serious. “I know very well that I’ve never been a particularly brave person.”

“But no matter what,” she said, extending her index finger and gently pressing it to her lips, “Master, I will always support you.”

After saying that, Noe turned his head with his hands behind his back, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and walked forward again with light steps.

Silver strands of hair swayed in the hazy moonlight, like fireflies that flickered on the cold lakeside on a midsummer night, leaving only a faint scent of citrus in the air.

For a moment, Trier was slightly lost in thought.

“Oh, right.” Suddenly, Noy stopped and turned around again. “I overheard your conversation with Fythia this afternoon—Trier, you’re going to build a harem, aren’t you?”

The time traveler was startled. In an instant, he even felt a chill run down his spine. But in the next instant, this cold shock transformed into a burning embarrassment at having his secret thoughts exposed.

The next moment, Trier suddenly realized that his emotions seemed to be controlled by Noy, so he immediately controlled his instinctive reaction.

Noe raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Master, you're so boring—could you cooperate with me for a bit, like blushing or something? You've been so calm, I'm starting to wonder what you're thinking."

At this moment, Trier was completely unable to guess what the other person wanted to say. He slightly opened his mouth, wanting to comfort them, but the next moment—

Noi suddenly stuck out her tongue playfully, then smiled brightly: "I support you in building a harem—this afternoon, you should maintain a state of neither rejecting nor admitting it. Directly accepting Futia's kindness is not the best choice."

Due to the extreme emotional fluctuations in a short period of time, Trier was completely numb. Instead of trying to read Noy's thoughts, he asked, "Noy, why?"

"Why what?" Noi asked knowingly, a sly and mischievous smile gleaming in her ruby ​​eyes. "Tell me, and I won't laugh at you."

“A harem? I thought…” Trier realized his voice was trembling and his expression was no longer clear. This was the first time he had experienced this feeling since he transmigrated.

Noi interrupted forcefully, "I've said it before, Master, no matter what, I will always support you—whether it's facing the gods or building a harem, I will agree with any decision you make."

She reached out and hugged Trier's neck, then gently bit his earlobe: "But, Master, please don't hide things from me anymore, and please don't make me stay up all night grinding diamonds anymore, it's really torture."

P.S.: I'm going to stubbornly write romance scenes... I've sent out another red envelope, you can go and claim it.

Chapter 195 Map (Part 1)

When Trier finished his conversation with Noy and returned to the Tower of Stars, the silver moon was already high in the sky, and as midnight approached, the entire city fell into a dark and quiet stillness.

Trier intended to go straight back to rest, but he noticed that the warm yellow light was still on in Fydia's room. After a moment's thought, he went to Fydia's room and asked for a map of the Southern Duchy.

"How did you know I had a map?" Futia asked curiously.

As she spoke, she limped to the bedside, bent down with difficulty to pick up the deerskin bag, and then took out an exquisitely crafted map from it.

“I have never told anyone.”

Trier took the map and replied with a smile, "Because you are a scout for the survey team, scouts are bound to have maps."

Futia sat on the bed and let out a long yawn.

"Trier, there's actually a second reason."

She hesitated for a moment, then continued.

"I don't want to lie to you, but gathering necessary intelligence is also..."

“It’s a necessary duty of the military attaché at the elven embassy,” Trier said immediately before the elf could finish speaking.