The reaction of the cult magician went beyond imagination!
As soon as Ronald mentioned the issue with the speed of time, Bapulor’s expression changed dramatically.
Even before Ronald could utter the term "Infinite Negative Domain," the cult magician activated a spell and rapidly began to ascend.
They had created a distance of over ten meters.
Bapulor then spoke up,
"Let’s fly higher, we need to verify something first!"
Although Bapulor usually seemed unreliable in his duties and often had bizarre thought processes and expressions,
when it came to critical issues...
He had never been seen to be careless.
Just like the time he had confronted Little William.
No matter how Bapulor verbally provoked his traitorous subordinate, he actually maintained control of the situation, or at least was confident he could eliminate Little William.
Bapulor showed an unprecedented expression of anxiety.
What information had Ronald provided in his speech that could make the cult magician react this way?
Raising his eyebrows, Ronald no longer hesitated.
With his pristine white wings flapping uniformly, he ascended at an even greater speed and soon followed Bapulor into the high skies.
It was at that moment.
Ronald shook his head softly and remarked in a low voice,
"After all this time, this guy can fly pretty fast too."
The distance between the two quickly evened out, and they eventually lined up high in the sky.
As their position elevated, the breadth of their view expanded as well, leading to a shocking revelation.
To the north of the setting sun sea, there should have been a city situated on land.
However, at this moment, there was only a black silhouette left on the ground; the specific city buildings, residents of Springs, and everything Ronald had become familiar with over the past few months were now nowhere to be seen.
Only the darkly enshrouded Wis River beneath the veil of darkness continued to flow in its riverbed as usual.
But the ships that should have been there were now also gone without a trace.
This view unfolding before their eyes...
gave the impression that the world was not the same as the one they had been in before!
"Indeed, is it really as I suspected..."
Bapulor began to lament, his tone filled with concern for the current situation.
Seeing this scene, Ronald began to form a guess.
He turned his head to ask the cult magician,
"From your tone, you seem to have noticed what’s going on here?"
"I have realized, of course I have!" Bapulor shook his head, his gaze fixed on the location of Springs, his tone revealing a somewhat strange meaning, "But to be honest, I hoped that I was wrong or that I had made a mistake."
"Compared to this thing."
"Time-Space Sealing Magic, a super barrier, or undetectable spirit interference, would all be quite good options..."
Ronald continued to press,
"If you’ve figured something out, tell me quickly."
"Even if we want to leave this godforsaken place, we should at least exchange information first, and not have any factual misunderstandings."
Upon hearing Ronald’s persistent questioning, Bapulor displayed a rare bitter smile. The heretic magician turned his body back in mid-air and focused his gaze on Ronald.
He looked Ronald up and down carefully.
Finally, Bapulor said in a complex tone,
"Ronald, this is something your ancestors personally set up, and you still can’t recognize it? Isn’t it a bit too obtuse of you?"
As Bapulor spoke, Ronald sighed lightly, his heart sinking further.
The situation had indeed reached its most difficult point.
In the attack launched at the cost of young William’s life and the original scripture, he and Bapulor were swept into a particular change and subsequently entered the last fortress of the Dark Age Caster—the sealed and isolated space.
If Ronald’s guess was correct.
This place even preserved customs from hundreds of years ago, governed by the Casters—it could definitely be called a true magic world.
"Ronald, you’ve realized it too."
Seeing Ronald’s slight sigh, Bapulor of course understood that the man before him had recognized their predicament.
But faced with such harsh reality...
Honestly, he, the leader of the heretic magicians, didn’t have much of a clue either.
Meanwhile, Ronald continued his analysis in his mind.
The flow of time here was different by a tenfold from the outside world; hundreds of years outside might just be a few decades here.
Decades without a successful breakout, or rather, a world where the only hope had been extinguished by Ronald’s own hands.
Considering the capabilities of Ronald and Bapulor.
Was it really possible to escape with just their personal strength?
Just then, an idea seemed to light up before Bapulor’s eyes.
Though his expression remained uneasy, he already adopted an attitud e to propose a solution, addressing Ronald:
"Ronald, have you ever learned how to sell products before?"
Ronald raised his eyebrows:
"What do you mean...?"
Bapulor quickly responded:
"My point is, we at least have to live here, right? I feel quite confident in the job as a salesman, and taking you along shouldn’t be a problem. Maybe we could continue to partner up?"
That’s exactly something Bapulor’s mind would come up with, such a random and messy train of thought fits this guy!
Ronald paused slightly in tone.
After quickly convincing himself to keep accepting this companion, he then continued:
"Bapulor, tell me more about this world."
The heretic magician was quite straightforward in answering.
Bapulor nodded and immediately started explaining:
"Regarding this place, first is the time issue you mentioned. To ensure that these sealed folks don’t annoy us, someone sacrificed a very strong original scripture, which created a difference in the flow of time between the two worlds. Ten days in our world might just be one day here. This way, even if the people from the seal escape, we, who have developed longer, can suppress them with stronger power."
After finishing his explanation, the heretic magician recalled for a few seconds:
"And then... then it’s the Magic Power."
"Since we’ve maintained the most suitable environment for casting spells, this place can be considered a Caster’s Heaven. Our spells would also manifest with significantly enhanced effects in this world. Moreover, with the identity of the original scripture holders, there should be no problem for us to live well here."
Upon reaching this point, Bapulor’s expression suddenly changed. He glanced at Ronald’s expression, then realized something belatedly:
"Are you still thinking about going back?"