Quickly emerging from the consciousness platform, Saul scanned his surroundings.

His gaze fell on Rhine Lake, where the headless knight was holding his head, riding the Gallows Beast, fleeing at an even faster speed than when he arrived.

The Old Witch stood on the nearby ice surface, hands on her hips, helplessly stamping her feet.

Seeing Saul approach, she complained, “His Gallows Beast runs too fast! And you can’t fly over Rhine Lake!”

Saul stood shoulder to shoulder with the Old Witch, also not pursuing.

Even if they caught up, it would be useless.

The opponent was a physical-type second-rank wizard. Apart from consciousness battlefield combat, he had no other way to take the opponent’s life.

The two watched as Brando galloped out of Rhine Lake, but he suddenly stumbled and nearly fell when reaching the shore.

It turned out to be Little Algae’s offshoot by the lakeside, which had suddenly emerged to trip the Gallows Beast.

Of course, Little Algae was also broken into pieces and immediately retreated into the soil.

Seeing the person had gone far away, Saul told the Old Witch to return to the tower. “After this person left, he might very well come back again. Don’t leave Rhine Lake during this period.”

The Old Witch stiffened her neck. “Am I afraid of him?”

Saul said nothing, only staring at the large hole in the Old Witch’s chest clothing.

Earlier, when the Old Witch fought Brando, she had been pierced by his conical spear. But her perfect body didn’t care about such damage and had already recovered—only her clothes remained torn.

A spring scene was revealed.

If one didn’t look at the Old Witch’s face with its tripled features and aged appearance, this fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl’s body was actually quite attractive.

The Old Witch followed Saul’s gaze downward and saw the same scenery.

Saul quickly said what he had originally intended to say, averting his gaze.

“You were pierced right through the body by his spear…”

The Old Witch looked up, her expression unchanged.

“What do you know? This little injury is nothing to me—I can recover in the blink of an eye. I’m the person who most restrains that tin can!”

The Old Witch puffed out her chest and turned back to the wizard tower.

Saul stood alone by the lakeside, feeling the breeze.

In the distance, the mushroom that Brando had just cut down was slowly recovering.

It would still take some time to regrow spores sufficient for warning, but presumably that Brando wouldn’t dare return easily.

The opponent said he had come here to avenge Langwen.

But was it really as he claimed?

Since the establishment of the Purity Wizard Tower, apart from Saul’s proactive marketing to Jiajia Gu, only three waves of people had come asking him to treat pollution.

The first was Langwen, wanting to cleanse a pearl bracelet.

After that, Clark descended, but considering Master Gorsa’s reputation, he ultimately didn’t seize the nightmare butterfly.

The second was a pair of male and female wizards. They had appeared and been forced to return without even getting names.

Even the surveillance behind them was dealt with by the Old Witch.

However, it could be confirmed they were sent by Wind Sprite to test him.

The third was Justin, who was currently being treated.

But as a second-rank wizard, he shouldn’t risk his life to help Wind Sprite test him.

But if it was going with the flow…

Saul turned his thoughts to Brando, who had just escaped.

Was he really here to avenge his friend, or was this another test?

If the mastermind behind all this was Wind Sprite, what did she want to do?

Or rather, what problem had she encountered?

Several questions lingered in Saul’s mind, but he currently had too little information.

“I can’t always be so passive.”

Saul pondered the wizard tower’s current situation as he slowly turned and walked into the pristine white tower.

Justin’s treatment continued four more times before reaching the balanced state Saul had envisioned.

Although he hadn’t completely expelled the pollution or truly healed the magical damage within Justin’s body, he had at least extended his life by years.

However, the fact that Saul’s treatment plan was effective was good news.

The next phase of treatment might have a chance to completely cure Justin’s problems.

After completing the final treatment, Saul used Mage Hand to push aside the dolls that had corroded beyond recognition.

“Your condition is better this time than before.”

Justin’s face was merely pale, but at least he wasn’t as agonized as before.

He lowered his head slightly to meet Saul’s gaze, finally showing a trace of a smile. “That’s still thanks to you reducing the damage in my body significantly.”

Saul looked down, skillfully severing the tentacles from his fingertips.

Having absorbed the pollution from Justin’s body, the tentacles had turned dark brown and occasionally twitched, like a freshly caught live octopus.

Justin watched Saul collect the tentacles, knowing the other would continue researching the pollution within.

He was silent for a moment, recalling how Saul had earnestly and diligently helped him absorb pollution and balance his injuries all four times, and finally spoke up to remind him.

“I know you’re studying the pollution in my body—this might be your habit as a healer. But I still must remind you: pollution from other places is fine, but pollution from the Borderland is extremely dangerous. I suggest you seal these contaminants and bury them far away. Otherwise, I fear that one day you’ll discover all this pollution has transferred to your own body.”

Justin’s reminder made Saul feel somewhat comforted—at least his efforts to save people weren’t wasted.

If only all future patients could be as considerate as him and Jiajia Gu.

However, Saul already had extensive experience handling pollution from the Borderland. Even if accidentally polluted, he wasn’t afraid.

After all, he was someone ruthless enough to directly absorb pollution from others’ bodies and wait for his consciousness space to filter it.

Of course, since entering the Borderland, after nearly dying from absorbing others’ pollution for the first time, Saul no longer foolishly waited directly for the diary to filter it.

Saul thought again of the pollution source that was ultimately suppressed by his consciousness space, transforming from a black ocean into a single drop of black tide, and felt Justin might know some inside information.

He held up the tentacle already sealed in a test tube. “Justin, do you know what the pollution in your body is?”

Justin showed a troubled expression. He looked at Saul, seeming to want to speak but hesitating, then suddenly raised his arm.

The sleeve was rolled up to the elbow, revealing a shallow scar in the center of his inner forearm.

Under Saul’s gaze, the scar automatically split open. Beneath the red muscle, there was a sesame-sized round particle hidden near the blood vessels.

If not for the faint life force emanating from the round particle, Saul might have mistaken it for ordinary proliferative tissue.

“I once signed an oath—there are some things I cannot tell you directly. But I believe that with your abilities, you’ll soon come into contact with this world’s secrets.” As Justin spoke, he extracted the round particle from his forearm, letting it float before Saul.

“This is a seed. After it was born, it was deemed a failure by certain people and abandoned. But my master and I never gave up on it. Though we don’t know how far this path can lead, its end certainly isn’t in the present. If you’re going to continue researching Borderland pollution, then try cultivating it. It will definitely help in your research.”

Saul didn’t immediately accept the seed from the other’s hand. “You’ve hidden this seed so deeply—it must be very important to you, right?”

Justin smiled. “The method for creating seeds is in my mind—that’s what’s most important to me.”

Hearing this, Saul still didn’t accepted the seed.

When the seed fell into his palm, Saul immediately felt a weak but extremely tenacious life force.

Like wild grass that, even after being burned by wildfire, could still burst forth with new life in spring.

“What kind of seed is this? Can you tell me that?”

“Of course,” Justin’s gaze also fell on the seed, his expression gentle. “It was created by my master. My master named it the Black Sea Tree—a tree that can grow in black tides and provide energy. The Red Sea Trees most commonly planted on the Nephret Continent are actually its variants. Hmph… Unfortunately, they’ve been altered beyond recognition, yet people still treasure them as precious!”

(End of Chapter)

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