1094 Constructing the Magic Net Part 2 (2/2)

The writing looked familiar. Saleen began to search his memories. He immediately recalled it to be Isabella's writing.

Lex sent over a thousand people, as well as spies planted in all nations, to search for Isabella after she was taken away. They had never given up on the professional who was trained in both magic and martial arts.

Isabella was Saleen's follower, and he needed to be responsible for her.

It seemed as if Isabella simply disappeared without a trace. The one who took her never showed up again. There was simply no way Saleen would have overlooked Isabella's writing at the peak of the mountain. Regardless of how rushed the trip was, he was compelled to look things up to see if he was able to find anything about Isabella.

Nailisi turned around from the front and had the two supreme demons keep an eye from afar. She descended to the peak with Saleen, holding the Grey Memory in her hand. She was ready to punch a hole through any threats coming their way.

Sika did not descend. The platform at the peak was too small while her soul beast too huge. If she were to descend, Saleen would no longer have any need to search for anything.

Eleanor glided down like a breeze. Her Wings of An Elf could be folded. It was very convenient. While she had not broken through level nine, her flight capabilities were surprisingly good.

Saleen stood at the center of the platform and looked around, finding the platform to be shorter than the peaks around it. If he had not been flying nearby, he would not have been able to find it.

The writing on the platform was really big. Saleen bent down and took a sample, stuffing it into a crystal glass.

Eleanor walked up to him and said, ”My liege, the writing is poisonous.”

”I know,” Saleen sad. ”The poison has seeped into the rocks, which attracted the bugs or whatever. The black marks of the writing were only seen when said bugs got poisoned and died. It's a trick of Isabella. I'm now trying to think how long the writing has been around.”

”So that's to say that Isabella had a certain amount of freedom?” Eleanor had a good impression of Isabella. Speaking of which, Isabella should have been categorized as a mage instead of a grand swordmaster practicing magic.

”Freedom is relative,” Saleen said. ”Having written something like this meant that her life was still in danger.”

Sika leapt from her soul beast seeing that Saleen was staying for a while at the peak. She was actually capable of flight even without her soul beast. She did so only because she thought the huge beast saved her a lot of energy, and she was even able to sleep on it. The huge soul beast was also a companion in combat, which was way more superior than a mage's summoned creatures.

Nicholas came down and walked up to Saleen. He sensed the place for a bit with his Scepter of the Fallen in his hand and said, ”My liege. This place has been affected by divine arts. I'm afraid you won't be able to calculate the exact time this took place with magic.”

”I can, but it'd just take too much time. I can't bring this back to Metatrin City without a teleportation portal as well. Man, if only I had the Magical Element Tower around.” Saleen sighed.

Nailisi toured around the place for a bit and returned to Saleen's side, saying, ”Master, how about I let the demons search the mountain for bit. We can take a break here for the night.”

Saleen nodded in agreement. He had departed in the morning and had originally planned on traveling under the cover of the night. Now that they found leads about Isabella, it was deemed permissible to delay their plan for just one night.

Sika let the soul beast to go rest somewhere in the shades after hearing that Saleen intended to stay instead of simply putting the beast away. Nailisi opened her purgatory of the devils. She summoned several supreme demons who had advanced and could search for anything suspicious around. Demons were most suited for such tasks since their sensitivity to smells and energy far surpassed that of humans.

The winds at the peak were strong. Saleen went to build four walls with magic to have everyone surrounded. The walls were crystal clear, but they were actually made of solid ice. It was fortunate that none of them hated strong winds or were they afraid of cold. Even Eleanor, the weakest in the group, was a level eight professional.

Sika did not reside within the walls. She summoned her pony and stood at the edge of the platform. The pony stuck the horn on its head at her sleeve. She caressed its mane. The pony quieted down and took a deep breath.

Sika took out a piece of equipment from her bone necklace and dangled it in front of her eyes. The equipment hovered before her. Even the strong winds were incapable of making the nearly white item, which was nearly three feet, budge.

The equipment looked like a starfish, but it only had three corners. One was longer than the other. The equipment was flat and hollow. It had sharp edges and resembled a boomerang.

The mountain winds blew through the triangular equipment and howled, like someone singing a sad tune.

”Master, what is Sika doing?” Nailisi peered outside the transparent ice wall curiously.

”She is crafting a weapon,” Saleen answered.

”A weapon that sings?” Nailisi grew even more curious.

”All weapons were used to kill,” Saleen said and cast the Water Flame, settling down and beginning to craft javelins for her.

The weapon that Sika was crafting at the moment would take a long time to finish and be deemed functional in battle. He told Sika that she lacked a ranged weapon, which probably made her anxious. It had prompted her to craft another weapon with battle souls of magic beasts in it.

To Sika, it was done a little too early.