Please Stop Summoning Me!

“Boom!”

Despite the heavy downpour, lightning, and thunder, Byron stood straight, looking confident and convincing, while the artificial lake was churning with huge water splashes.

On the other hand the soles of Shen Yi’s feet were still numb.

Even though he used to work standing up in the coffee shop, it wasn’t like today, like standing for so long without taking a break.

In the morning he went to the observation deck to investigate the villa, received George and Su Ling at noon, read a book in the library in the afternoon, and confronted Byron here in the night.

Numbness spread throughout his feet.

~As for answering yourself or waiting for the corpse to speak ……

He said nothing and remained silent.

He didn’t want to make a choice or answer any of Byron’s questions either way it wasn’t going to help, the only best solution was running away so he just started atomizing his body, intending to flee the scene.

Arms, chest, half of the head, legs …… Most of the torso had turned into a white mist in a flash.

The white mist in the storm was so unstable that it seemed like it could be blown away at any time, and Shen Yi had to maintain attention to ensure the relative stability of the form.

Suddenly, he heard a very surprised voice.

Byron stared at him in shock, even subconsciously freed the black umbrella in his hand, which was blown aside by the wind.

He raised his hands blankly in spite of the wind and rain, his initially firm and calm face was full of disbelief: “This breath is definitely His …… White mist across the Shore.”

He didn’t expect this, and he suddenly felt that the red mark on the back of his hand was exacerbating the temperature and even giving people a burning sensation.

For a moment, Shen Yi was puzzled, because the other party’s reaction was beyond his expectation.

Just now he said that he sensed the breath of an extraterrestrial god… Could it be because I used the ability to “atomize”.

He temporarily stopped the atomization and returned to Arthur’s appearance.

~I see, I finally understand… … Every time I activate the relevant abilities, they sense the corresponding aura of an extraterrestrial god.

Shen Yi thought back carefully and felt that every experience was right.

George and Aina should all be attracted by this.

On the second summons, he slightly exerted the “White Flame” to make many cultists unconscious. At the time, he did not know the reason, but now finally understood.

Gradually everything became clearer now.

~If that was the case …… Su Ling should have also felt the aura of the Lord of Ashes at the observation deck when I used the white flame in the morning.

However, she should have been shocked and did not dare to confront me directly at that time.~

Byron gradually relieved from the great shock, once again stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, the complex pattern constructed by the tumbling water splash automatically dissolved, and the spell initiation terminated.

~The aura of this mysterious being is cold and solid, full of disorientation, definitely related to him!

The breath Byron felt when summoning the God of the World Beyond was one hundred percent, while the breath he felt when hunting his dependents was one point, while the mysterious existence in front of him possessed a breath that was somewhere between the two.

He was either a noble dependent or a messenger of God.

After pondering for a short while Byron explained: “I temporarily joined the language of silence, so when I saw you flipping through that book “language of silence” just now, I thought you were an investigator from the Anti-Magic Bureau.”

“So I decided to test it out, I’m not really any malice towards you.”

Shen Yi was silent for a while and said in a calm, collected tone, “I am an emissary affiliated with Him, and would like to know why you joined the Quiet word?”

~Sure enough, it was his messenger, I guessed right.

Byron’s face was a little tense, and he immediately defended himself.”It’s true that I’m temporarily working with the Quiet Word, but it’s definitely not betrayal, it’s just because the Quiet Word promises me disaster-grade mysteries, and I have to use them.”

“Please give me some more grace period, I will soon get this mysterious relic, and then I will sacrifice it to the great Him.”

Taking a deep breath Byron continued, “Even if He no longer bestows any knowledge, please let the Great One never look at my daughter again.”

When Shen Yi heard the very important information, his mind moved. ‘It turned out that Byron was now cooperating with the Order of the Quiet Word.’

Even though he had never met the members of the Quiet Word, he had already treated them as an important opponent in his mind.

In any case, they must not be allowed to perform terrible rituals.

Shen Yi had a lot of thoughts going through his mind, but he remained emotionless on the surface.

The expression on his face was as if the headteacher was listening to the students who were looking for reasons.

“I see.”

Shen Yi continued, “The Great One has a new oracle to give, Byron, you must put the information about the Quiet Word in ‘The Language of silence’.”

There was no doubt that Shen Yi intended to inform all the information about the Quiet Language to the Nolan Anti-Magic Bureau.

“Why? God will need them too?”

Instead of stating anything, he stared deeply into Byron’s eyes before walking away from him in the silent night.

He did not need to explain the situation, only needed to convey the “oracle” of the extraterrestrial god.

Too much explanation might expose you, but if I really started a fight, Shen Yi slightly tilted his head and glanced at the artificial lake that almost tumbled up.

His own power was not lethal, and there was a high probability that he was not Byron’s opponent, so the only reasonable course of action was to flee from this place.

In this way, Byron silently watched the “messenger of God” leave from his sight.

This time he didn’t dare stand in any way to stop him.

Standing still in the rain, Byron knew very well what his position was and that he had no qualification to defy the gods.

~I should just do what I’m asked to do, it’s best.

If my actions really pleased the ‘white mist across the shore’ maybe he would give a blessing and my daughter may no longer be watched by him.

But selling all the information on the Quiet Word was not a trivial matter.

A bitter smile appeared on Byron’s face: “It seems I’m going to be a betrayer, betraying allies and friends …… For the first time in my life.”

The Quiet Word, such a mysterious group, took the initiative to invite him to ally with them solely because a core figure in the Quiet Word trusted him greatly.

That man and Byron were longtime friends, and even though they had long been obsessed with different paths and were no longer in the same boat, Byron’s pride did not permit him to betray his old friends.

His old friend knew this too. Byron was a man who valued his pride more than his life and would not betray him.

“But now, I have something more important than pride.”

He looked up at the dark sky as thousands of raindrops, wrapped in a fierce wind, poured down on his face.

He fully resurrected his daughter, and she wasn’t a walking corpse but a living person.

She had been exploring all sorts of new things today, still like a child, a curious little animal, easily amazed and satisfied.

Just spending a day with his daughter changed Byron’s character core.

She suddenly told him that she felt uneasy and felt a familiar breath in the school library, so he rushed over immediately.

Unexpectedly, this trip made him coerced by the divine messenger to betray his friend.

In fact, from the very beginning, he knew that this was a real road of no return.

The harder you struggle, the deeper you sink.

Byron raised his hand slightly, and the black umbrella, which had long blown away, spun around and returned to his hand in midair.

In a flash, the clothes that had been wet became dry, and the rain which fell on his body scattered automatically.

Holding the black umbrella, Byron returned to the school’s central library.

Even though the doors of the library were already closed, the physical means of mortals could not defeat a top wizard.

The wall did not phase him as he breezed through it without a delay, as if the wall was only an illusion and not a solid entity.

Most mortals who wanted to perform the art of invisibility needed some fantastic assistance.

The transcendents had come up with five pillars, at least one of which must be fulfilled in order to perform the intangible, and the more complex the intangible the more pillar it requires.

The five pillars were spell (prayer, illusion, contract), apparatus, sacrifice (price), medium, and desire (wish).

Using the power of mysterious relics was also theoretically released through the two pillars of utensils (relics) and sacrifices (cost), to release the corresponding invisible arts.

Of course, the above rules were limited to mortals and mortal powers.

Most of the invisible arts performed by Byron tonight were very basic and required no sacrifices, only the corresponding incantations.

Spells were the power of words, but not all spells were effective when they were pronounced.

And in order to get the power out quickly, Byron did a painful self-modification, every bone in his body was inscribed with a spell in ancient Norlandic that required only a simple gesture to activate.

In the dark library, Byron made his way to the shelves of mysticism and gently drew out The Language of Silence.

He closed his eyes, his daughter’s face, and a voice came to mind.

With determination, he made up his mind thoroughly.

Gazing at the book’s cover Byron sighed. “Old friend, I have betrayed you.”

He lightly tapped his forehead with his finger, and a silvery glow appeared on his fingertips.

Then, he blew a breath on “The Silent Language”, a hidden page suddenly appeared in this book.

Mortals naturally could not peer into it, but for those who were proficient in the art of invisibility, or extraordinary things outside the world, they could get it by a slight inspiration.

This page contained all of Byron’s knowledge of the Quiet Word, even including the place where the descent ceremony was held.

After finishing, he remained silent for a long time, then turned away from the bookshelf.

The heavy footsteps continued to sound in the library, moving further and further away from the bookshelves until they disappeared completely.

Only silence and darkness remained in the library.