Elorcia City, the heart of the Kingdom, was basking in the afternoon sunlight at this moment.

Inside the towering city walls, the wide stone-paved streets were bustling with people and vehicles.

The hustle and bustle sharply contrasted with the bedraggled condition after several days of wilderness trek.

The residence granted to Jeming by Ottolek III was located in the middle-class nobility district of the Royal Capital. Though not luxurious, it occupied a considerable area with all the necessary pavilions and towers.

The main gate of the residence was tightly shut, seemingly calm, yet in some unknown corners, a few pairs of eyes were keeping a close watch on every move inside the house through barely detectable surveillance arrays.

These were surveillance personnel dispatched by the Royal Palace.

In their view, this "Lord Jack" had a mysterious background and extraordinary abilities. Although His Majesty the King praised him greatly, there was never any relaxation in vigilance.

"Today's target person behaved normally." A surveillance agent clad in a standard long robe whispered into a crystal ball, his gaze piercing through the illusion in the crystal ball, watching Jeming's figure in the study at that moment.

Inside the crystal ball, Jeming was sitting at the desk in the bedroom, one hand propping up his chin while the other casually tossed a few copper coins.

The copper coins flipped in the air, producing a crisp collision sound, then fell back precisely into his palm or scattered on the table.

The regular metallic collision sound even made the surveillance personnel feel a bit drowsy, after all, since arriving at this residence, Jeming spent some time every day on this "tedious" activity.

"It's been almost a week, except for playing with his small coins daily, he's either reading or going for a walk." Bored with the tedious work, another surveillance agent yawned impatiently.

"Is he too cautious? Or is this the norm for a Beastman spy? Just arrived in a new environment, afraid to act rashly?"

"Who knows? His Majesty the King mentioned that this Jack person has an unclear background; he might be a spy sent by the Beastmen. The five legends of Golden Harbor are gone, yet he managed to bring those nobles back alive, which in itself is peculiar." The previous surveillance agent frowned, "Better safe than sorry. Even if he is just a regular adventurer, a strong person of this level is worth monitoring."

"Ah... it's really boring," grumbled the young surveillance agent. Although he kept his eyes on the surveillance screens, their spirits unwittingly began to slacken.

Meanwhile, the so-called "boring" Jeming, was looking at the copper coins scattered on the table, a faint, nearly imperceptible curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand, gathered all the copper coins into his palm, and tossed them up lightly once more.

The copper coins fell with a ding-ding sound, forming an obscure and enigmatic divination pattern.

"The Path of Divination... still quite handy in this environment." Jeming mused silently, fingers brushing over a copper coin, a complex glint in his eyes.

With Jeming's interest in Cultivation Immortality civilizations, he naturally learned about this special technique of divination, though not deeply, he considered himself not bad at it.

When he was on the Nolun13th Plane, he seldom used this cultivator's dharma gate.

Mainly because the Nolun Plane and the Nolun Workshop themselves belonged to the Wizard Civilization, where the Ninth Level Wizards were exceedingly powerful.

Upon enrollment, the contracts he signed weren't just with the Nolun Academy; besides military service-related contracts, a significant part of the contract emphasized that the signatories must not betray the Wizard Civilization in any form.

This compulsory contract, signed at the start of cultivation, was fundamentally one of the bases for the Wizard Civilization's ability to conquer Multi-Dimensional Planes.

But to ensure that if the wizards were captured, no information could be extracted, these contracts were directly linked to a Ninth Level Wizard.

Thus, theoretically, every wizard had an indirect causal relationship with a Ninth Level Wizard.

Which left Jeming quite helpless.

The Path of Divination, seemingly mysterious, actually has wide-reaching implications. If carelessly touching upon the causality of a Ninth Level Wizard, it would lead to certain death.

Furthermore, the essence of the Path of Divination is the utilization of the world's origin; arriving in a new plane and being ignorant of its rules made it practically impossible to perform.

In many cases, it was far more efficient to directly hire a Destiny Mage for assistance in divination.

But now, amidst such omnipresent surveillance, the Path of Divination showcased its unique convenience.

After all, to outsiders, he was merely idly fiddling with coins, exhibiting no anomaly whatsoever.

During his time in Golden Harbor, he meticulously sensed and studied the rules of the heavens and earth of the Elorcia Plane, the directions of the spirit veins, and the complex qi within the networks of mundane faith.

After two months of prior research, Jeming had gained a profound understanding of this world's rules, finally enabling him to utilize this obscure divination technique.

Just now, through divination, he precisely calculated the only surveillance blind spot within the mansion.

In fact, it couldn't precisely be called a surveillance blind spot since professional array setters wouldn't make such a mistake.

Technically, it was merely a visual blind spot for the surveillance personnel.

Occurring at specific times and positions, surveillance personnel would subconsciously overlook certain visual points for various reasons.

"Time, it's just about right," Jeming's gaze flickered.

He seemingly nonchalantly got up, leaving the bedroom and heading towards the study on the other side.

The movements were natural and fluid, no different from his actions over the past few days.

As he passed through the corridor, his hand subtly flicked.

In the surveillance personnel's crystal ball, Jeming was still under their watch, entering the study to pick up a book and sit down to read.

But within the residence, a reckless, indulgent smile crept across Jeming's lips.

Just a moment ago, he used his witchcraft artifact to set up an intricate illusion within the entire study area.

The surveillance magic in the mansion is diverse, and attempting to breach each one is quite difficult.

Moreover, the various servants in the mansion are also considered informants, so simply altering the surveillance is pointless.

Thus, using an illusion to simulate his activities within the study is the most convenient and discreet method.

The servants dare not enter the study without his permission, for in this world, books are quite a precious asset.

To the eyes of those monitoring outside, Jeming will continue to be visible, engaged in his routine of reading, walking, or even playing with those copper coins.

Observing the sections of the surveillance already shrouded by illusion, Jeming smiled slightly and quietly closed the door.

He could finally take real action.

From the space expansion bag, Jeming continuously took out various materials—a rune stone shimmering with a faint light, a sheepskin scroll exuding an elemental aura, and even a few pieces of metal refined using special techniques.

He carefully placed these materials in the center of the room and began assembling them according to the manual.

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Several days later, as night fell, the royal palace was brilliantly illuminated.

A grand welcome banquet was being held to greet the delegates of Beastmen, Elves, and Dwarves who had traveled from afar.

In his capacity as the "Kingdom Special-level Consultant," Jeming, dressed in noble attire, mingled through the crowd where glasses clinked continuously.

He wore a fitting smile, occasionally engaging in conversations with nobles, ministers, and priests, gathering information from various perspectives.

"Consultant Jack, your heroic deeds have spread throughout the royal capital; you are the hero of the kingdom!" A portly duke toasted, his eyes filled with a hint of reverence and curiosity.

"I am honored by His Majesty's and everyone's favor." Jeming responded with a smile, though he felt no emotion inside.

As he took in the scenery before him, Jeming's eyes narrowed slightly.

The various desires and emotions of the nobles transformed into a mixed red dust Qi, which was silently absorbed by the talisman in his dantian.

At this moment, his body stiffened imperceptibly.

Perhaps due to the high frequency of using divination recently, his perception had undergone some subtle changes. Jeming suddenly detected several abnormal auras.

These auras showed no change in comparison to those around them, yet they carried a wave that somehow made him feel an impending threat.

To make him feel threatened, these individuals must possess exceptionally strong powers, presumably exceeding that of second-level creatures.

Yet, the truth is, the number of legendary figures at the banquet is extremely rare, and each one is in a position of note, not matching the area Jeming sensed.

Most importantly, even though the strength of the other party made him feel threatened, Jeming also experienced a sudden impulsive curiosity.

Exactly what this impulse represented, he wasn't sure now, but it didn't seem to pose any danger according to his feelings.

Driven by curiosity, Jeming's gaze quietly searched through the crowd, finally pinpointing the sources of these auras.

The first was a dazzling female elf from the Elf Delegation.

She possessed astonishing beauty and an elegant aura, capturing the attention of countless nobles.

Her smile was flawless, yet Jeming sensed an aura of sharpness about her, not congruent with her noble disposition, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Meanwhile, in the Beastman Delegation, a rugged and bold beastman warrior was loudly devouring meat.

His words were vulgar, his temperament rash, exuding a wildness.

Additionally, within the Dwarf Delegation, a seemingly hearty and rough female Dwarf was embracing a beer keg and drinking heartily. Apart from her conspicuous beard, she appeared rather unremarkable.

All three belonged to the alien race delegations.

"Strange..."

Jeming observed them discreetly for a while. Although he refrained from scrutinizing them too closely, fearing to alert them, he temporarily saw no connection between these people and himself.

"Should I foretell? Oh well, better not court death."

After all, in this world, gods exist, and anything that poses a threat to him at the stage of a first-level creature is likely related to a divine spirit.

Should he inadvertently divine a god behind them, he might spontaneously collapse on the spot.

"Tsk, better wait and see."

Elsewhere, the nobles began to stir. Jeming glanced sideways, unable to suppress a sigh of awe:

"The disciple of that sage, I didn't expect such a major figure to attend this banquet..."

Jeming shook his head, put on a smile, and rejoined the festivities.

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