Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later (ON-HOLD)

Chapter 24: Three Sovereigns

Translator: CKtalon

“Why is this…”

The supervisor looked around. The lightning he had imagined from Teleportation didn’t appear.

“Finding it strange?” William asked.

Without waiting for the other party to answer, William appeared beside the supervisor the next moment.

He gently placed a hand on the other party’s shoulder.

“Didn’t I say? You’re the only one who will die here today. There’s no need for you to get a few more people to send themselves to their deaths.”

Why? When? How?

Cold sweat instantly trickled down the supervisor’s forehead as he stammered.

“You… Wait a moment. I’m Duke Simon’s Palace Mage. If I die, the duke will quickly find out. When that happens, you will be on the wrong end of Thorn City…”

“Oh, so?”

Before he could say anything else, the lightning in the hand on his shoulder pulsed. With a plop, his knees went limp and he kneeled on the ground. The lightning made him lose consciousness.

“Are you… crazy? This is a Palace Mage sent by the duke!”

Sigmonds finally came to his senses when he saw the person who called himself the Presiding Judge lay the supervisor on the ground. The other party’s subsequent actions made his scalp tingle.

A sharp icicle appeared in that person’s hand and trembled slightly at the supervisor’s neck.

Too many things had happened in the mine today that exceeded his understanding. Be it this Skull Temple, the Soul-Ingesting Spider Demon in his throat, or the alterations to what he knew over the past two months.

Previously, his mind had been in a buzzing state. Perhaps it was because those things were too distant from what he usually came into contact with, but even seeing them with his own eyes felt visceral.

But when he saw that the Presiding Judge was planning on killing the duke’s Palace Mage, he finally found something he could understand and came back to his senses.

He knew very well what it meant to kill a registered mage, especially a palace-registered mage.

William turned his head and glanced at Sigmonds. The icicle in his hand didn’t stop and stabbed through the supervisor’s throat.

“Is there a problem?” the person asked.

Looking at the supervisor who was no longer breathing, Sigmonds trembled and took a deep breath.

“Every registered mage has a recording spell named ‘Resound.’ That spell is connected to the Astral Lighthouse, and it will record the last scene he saw before his death. Duke Simon has the authority to check the records in the Astral Lighthouse. He will soon know that you killed a Palace Mage. When that happens, you will be wanted in the entire Blackwater Province.”

A magic chanter was an extremely precious existence in this era.

Due to the number of Astral Lighthouses and the density of the ether circuits built in the Astral World, the total amount of magic power Astral Laws could guide into Currere from the Astral World was very limited. Therefore, the number of registered mages who could use that magic power was also very limited.

According to the public data of the Platinum Ring Alliance, the entire Astral Laws system could only maintain the existence of about 20,000 mages at the same time, and there were only about 12,000 legally registered mages on the Vic Continent.