Age of Adepts

"I know you..."

The Great Sorcerer of Sarupo still gave Grim the feeling of being so inscrutable.

Seriously speaking, this was a strong sorcerer worthy of Grim's worship. If you take a look at his history, it is not inferior to Grim in terms of splendor and speed of advancement. In many places, he was even better than Grim.

Therefore, in the face of such an old-timer who also came from the middle of the continent, Grim was naturally respectful and filled with sincere esteem.

In the end, the nastiness between Grim and the Sarupo family was just a common means of suppression and checks and balances within the family. It was just that Grim's development was clearly somewhat beyond the ordinary wizard route, which was why the family's higher-ups had made one wrong step and one wrong move, all the way to the current unmanageable situation.

These conflicts might have been a big deal within the bit, but once they were out of the wizard world, when the 5th rank Grim and 6th rank Sarupo sat opposite each other and smiled at each other, everything that had happened before was as childish and ridiculous and worthless as a child's playfulness.

"Before we came in, I had already agreed to meet with Sanaza..." said Grim, who was the first to state his position.

"Sanaza is a fellow who is just too hot-tempered to have sand in her eyes... If she knew a little in and out, she wouldn't have gotten so upset with you!" Sarupo couldn't help but sigh, "But it's not all her fault, after all, even I was wrong, I didn't think you could develop so fast. So it seems that you have some of the smell of the Chosen One in you!"

"The Chosen One? That's a bit of a scary name!" Grim couldn't help but smack his lips, looking like he was afraid to take it.

"Don't take this name seriously, there are plenty of similar Chosen Children in the entire multiverse. The Will of the World won't bet all its chips on one person!" Sarupo smiled heedlessly.

"To follow your words, I'm afraid my lord could be called the Chosen One."

"Haha, if you want to understand it that way, it's not too bad. After all, whoever can become a great sorcerer isn't full of luck and a series of accidents... At first, they all think that they are pawns outside the chessboard, and only when they have higher vision and state of mind do they realize that they are still inside the chessboard, only the board has become bigger!" The Great Wizard of Sarupo was especially emotional today for some reason, and his words had endless meaning.

"My lord..." the Grim was confused.

"It's nothing, seeing you reminded me of my first time in the wizard world, and I was just a little touched..." sighed Sarupo.

"My lord, I'm also new to the world, and I still don't know much about the current situation in the Wizard's camp, so I wonder if my lord can give me some insight?"

"The witch camp? What do you want to know? But first, according to our witch's custom, I can't give you anything of value here for nothing, it must be traded fairly!"

"I just finished a few quests, and I still have some magic crystals..."

"Oh, little one, don't try to fool me with magic crystals. How could a message of this level go for magic crystals..." the Sarupo Grand Sorcerer had a smiley face.

Grim hey accosted, "The source quality also got some..."

"Then source mass it is!" Sarupo clapped his hands and said, "You're new to the bit, and I don't suppose there's anything I can see that's good enough for you, so use the source material as payment! How about you ask a question, the price is 300 Sith Source Material, is that acceptable?"

A question for 300 Sith Source Plasm....

Grim sucked in a breath of cold air, but then turned to think about it and took it for granted.

What could be asked from the 6th Order Sarupo Grand Sorcerer were definitely the deepest secrets of the Sorcerer Civilization, and exactly what he was currently in dire need of. So giving up some source material in exchange would be good!

"Yes, I accept!"

"Then you may now ask questions! Remember, but think before you ask oh..."

Grim hesitated for a long while, but finally asked the first question.

"How is the current wizard camp divided?"

"Are you so sure that the wizarding civilization is divided? Boy, that's an opportunistic question!" Sarupo smiled heedlessly, but his eyes were full of admiration.

"This doubt has long puzzled me. It is reasonable to say that the Sorcerer Civilization has the leadership of the Three Ancient Kings and should be thriving at the moment. However, the situation from what I've observed indicates that the Sorcerer Civilization is loose and disorganized internally, and that there is serious internal dumping, which is a bit unbelievable!" Grim wasn't rude and spoke out directly.

Sarupo shook his head and sighed, "The reason is simple, the Three Ancient Kings haven't shown their faces for tens of thousands of years!"

Grim was so impressed that he didn't answer, but listened confidently and carefully.

"You're right, the current sorcerer civilization has been divided into a number of different camps. And the direction of their development is also different, but the core of each camp is bound to be a long-established 8th rank Grand Sorcerer."

"Only the Three Ancient Kings were able to take the last step of the Wizard Civilization, followed by a number of 8th Order Wizards that could be in the double digits. Many of these 8th Order Sorcerers inside have chosen to live in seclusion or hide in secret realms and rarely show their faces outside."

"There are currently four known 8th rank witches, and one is the Barbara Witch who is currently dominating the waging of the war against the orcish divine system. And she... was also born in the Scatterland Tarin! And for your information, this Barbara witch and the Northland witches don't get along very well either."

"So, you did have good taste in choosing to join the team..."

"Well, that's all I'll answer to your first question. Ask the second one!"

Grim bit out, "I still want to know the basics of the other three camps!"

"Three camps count as three problems..."

"Yes!"

"Then I'll give you the fine print..."

"The other three camps' core 8th rank witches are the Velibe Grand Sorcerer, the Vandini Grand Sorcerer and the Curtis Grand Sorcerer, who originate from the Silver Alliance, the Northland Witches and the Wizarding Association respectively."

"You seem to have picked up on that... Yes, the four camps currently dominating the external offensive of the Wizard Civilization are also corresponding to the corresponding forces inside the Wizard World, no more, no less, unbiased, exactly four..."

"Currently, the main target of the Velibei Grand Sorcerer is the Devil's Eye Empire, and the area they fight over is mainly confined within the territory of the Devil's Eye Empire, with the Sorcerer's main attack and the Devil's Eye's main defense..."

"The main target of the Grand Wizard Raiders of Vandini is the Elven Empire, the two sides have been entangled in a battle for centuries inside multiple planes, and it's still the Wizard's main attack and the Elf's main defense..."

"The only exception was the Grand Wizard of Curtis, who waged war against the 8th Order Abyssal Demon King Brushta. It's said that the Curtis Grand Sorcerer has occupied a piece of Norse territory in the Abyssal Realm comparable to the main plane, where he's defending it against the hordes of Abyssal Demons. The demons are the main attackers and the sorcerers are the main defenders..."

Grim listened carefully, depositing this one completely unfamiliar name into his mind in passing.

He was now a complete newcomer, and all of his knowledge of the current state of the wizard civilization came from books, all of which were centuries-old antiques and old information. The immediacy was severely outdated and was in need of this authoritative information to supplement it.

"I'd also like to know something that has information about Misa..."

"Shut up!" Sarupo snapped, interrupting Grim's question.

He then waved his hand and drew a rune in the air, turning it into a blue mane that flew into the floor. In an instant, a special rune restraint sealed the abode securely.

Only after all this was done did Sarubo turn his gaze back to Grim and said sternly, "Remember, kid, next time, don't mention the names of those superior sorcerers without preparation, especially those who are skilled in divination and prophecy like Mesa's Grand Witch... Every time you have malicious intent The mentioning of her name, she will still give birth to a general sense even if she is billions of miles away. If you're still someone she's paying special attention to, then your next words will be eavesdropped away by it..."

Grim was horrified.

He had never heard of such a thing before.

If everything Sarupo the Great Witch had said was true, then Misa the Great Witch's ability to perceive fate was too terrifying!

"Can I say that name now, then?" Grim inquired cautiously.

"Although with the witchcraft isolation, it's still not very safe. So, when you refer to her in the future, it would be best if you use 'that woman' or some other similar term instead. In short, don't mention that name again!"

"Yes!" Grim asked in a low voice, "My lord, I would like to know some information related to that woman."

"The Witches of the North have always been xenophobic and acted mysteriously and strangely. And the woman you speak of is even more mysterious. I'm not sure of the specific information, but I only know that she lives in seclusion in a place called the 'Domain of Destiny' and never goes out. But many witches tend to ask for her help and will visit her door."

"But the price of requesting her to perform a divination spell is not low, and every powerful person who visits her door will either have to do a job for her or bleed out... so she's never had a good reputation!"

"Where is that Destiny field?" Grim couldn't help but grit his teeth at the question.

The Great Wizard of Sarupo looked at him strangely and he said, "That would have been another question, but seeing as you didn't do anything to my family, I won't count another question with you, and I'll count your fifth one!"

"The Domain of Destiny is a secret realm with no specific bit coordinates. To enter there, you must be invited by her. And the way to get an invitation is to visit the bilocations of witches that are spread out in different extra-territorial camps..."

"Even at Camp Esoda?"

"Camp Esoda did not! As I've already said, many regions actually reject this sinister fellow who's always burrowing around to snoop. If you want to find her billet, go to the Endless Garden!"