In the days spent within the "Infinite Negative Domain."
Ronald had always made a habit of looking up at the starry sky at night.
On one hand, he was curious about the stars in that world; on the other, he also hoped to find something he wished to see among them.
This once-routine action had yielded an unexpected effect.
Gazing at the black expanse dominating the sky in the distance, Ronald immediately recognized a silhouette within. Recalling the images seen in the "Infinite Negative Domain," the two began to overlap, bit by bit.
As long as Ronald’s memory served correctly,
the expanse now appearing in the sky was indeed that very starfield.
"Ronald, do you see it?"
Just then, Bapulor, as usual, came up to start a conversation.
But Ronald simply waved his hand:
He couldn’t help it; what he was seeing was simply too astonishing.
As the pitch-black starry sky continued to encroach upon the colors of the heavens, Ronald also noticed the stars beginning to shift their positions. There was a pattern to their trajectory, yet there were differences amongst the arc’s divergences.
If one were to describe it...
To Ronald’s knowledge, it greatly resembled a manifold surface undergoing a transformation.
"Heaven...Heaven’s punishment!"
"Bolnavie has finally lost his temper – this is the divine punishment descended by the Sea God!"
At this moment, the common folk in the city began to panic.
The abnormal environmental changes had occurred, and these ordinary people had no interest in investigating what the phenomenon meant. Speculation born of religious belief, fear of the unknown, the nervousness of being at a loss...
A multitude of complex emotions stained the city.
And what erupted subsequently, were all the behaviors people could exhibit when faced with aberrations.
"Please carry on; we have our duties."
At this time, the investigator who had been explaining the events to Ronald quickly reacted to maintain order in the city.
Their responsibility—although it was to ensure the safety of the mystical side. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel_fіre.net
But in the face of such a massive crisis, whether to act or not was still a choice driven by their conscience.
Ronald took a deep breath, and then immediately called Bapulor to his side.
"Bapulor, let’s go help too."
The situation in Pulwick Tower was indeed quite troublesome.
However, this was still a nation where the infrastructure was quite underdeveloped in all aspects. Under the governance of city law enforcement with mystical support, as night fell... or rather, before the usual time of nightfall, city order was more or less restored under control.
Only now, the sky above was entirely different from that of the past.
The twisted, pitch-black starry sky lay spread out above, and if one did not possess "Bradshaw’s Railway Guide" like Ronald, then discerning the current time would surely be a very difficult task.
Under this unusual night sky.
Ronald and Bapulor checked into an inn that could only provide basic water supply, and then the two sat on the rooftop of the inn to discuss their opinions.
"Ronald, what’s your take on the current situation?"
"I think it has to do with Catherine."
One questioned, the other answered—Bapulor was the first to inquire.
Cult magicians, unlike Ronald, wouldn’t pay attention to the appearance of the sky, so for Bapulor, this phenomenon without any "Magic Fluctuation" was an enigma beyond his judgment.
As for Ronald, he already had a guess in his heart.
And he was not reluctant to share it with the person before him.
"This starry sky is identical to the one I saw in the sealed world; there’s definitely a connection between the two."
Bapulor continued, puzzledly asking,
"Why do you think it has something to do with Catherine?"
"The timing, or rather, the moment when the changes took place," Ronald stated his initial hypothesis, "Think about it, the two of us returned to land and had just learned the situation from the investigator, and then at such a time, this change occurred."
"Catherine—she has the ability to predict this timing."
Ronald voiced his preliminary conjecture, and Bapulor immediately followed up with more questions,
"So, why would Catherine choose this moment?"
"Could she be scheming something against us?"
"Once on land, is there some new trick she can play?"
This cult magician sure is highly cautious.
Ronald felt somewhat moved and then continued to explain,
"Trying to scheme against us inside the seal, I think, would be very difficult. In this situation, perhaps we can consider it in a different way, like—perhaps Catherine didn’t want the change to occur while we were in the midst of the ocean?"
Hearing this, Bapulor fell silent for a moment.
This was indeed a direction to ponder.
If the change had occurred while they were still on that disorienting sea, no one could ensure that some dangerous situation wouldn’t arise.
Perhaps Catherine was protecting them?
Thinking this way, Bapulor leaned back in his lounge chair, emotional, and his gaze shifted to the night sky of the sealed world mentioned by Ronald.
"Ronald, do you have any plans for what comes next?"
Ronald sensed the notion of departure in Bapulor’s words.
"Do you plan to leave?"
In fact, their parting was also within Ronald’s expectations.
His journeying together with Bapulor was mainly for ’dealing with the Nine Commandments’ and ’wanting to leave the sealed world during the Infinite Negative Domain’.
Now that they were out of sync with Harvest Day, and they had successfully extricated themselves from the Infinite Negative Domain.
Be it from the standpoint of identity or from the perspective of values and personality,
They were actually not suited to act together anymore.
In response to Ronald’s direct way of addressing the issue, Bapulor nodded naturally,
"Yes, I plan to go back and check on my daughter."
"Now that the wizards are spreading secret knowledge all over the world, my daughter’s place probably isn’t safe anymore. Before things get worse, it’s better to prepare in advance."
Mentioning his daughter’s safety, Bapulor was completely devoid of his usual frivolous and casual demeanor.
Instead, he truly seemed to have the foresight of an organizational leader.
Ronald nodded in understanding.
Without any attempts to keep him or unnecessary chatter, he straightforwardly continued to ask,
"With that said, when do you plan to leave?"
"I’ll leave tomorrow morning..."
Before Bapulor finished speaking, a streak of dawn light appeared in the distant sky.
This thread of dawn light interrupted their conversation and also caused a small stir in the city outside.
The cult magician laughed and shook his head.
Having emerged from the seal, this world seemed to have become even more interesting.
Only two hours had passed since nightfall, but the sky was already brightening at this time.
You should know that this dawn came too early.
And its direction—was not the east, where the sun was supposed to rise!