Sorcerer's Handbook-Chapter 620: Link of Truth

The true name of the Fire of Slaughter sanctuary sorcerer is Chikara, an orc. This explains why he can vaguely sense the hidden space within the Dead City, while Ashe and the others cannot-his spatial sect has reached the sanctuary realm. It’s an orc sorcerer’s racial talent, something others can only envy.

“I heard that orcs are discriminated against in other kingdoms, is that true? But with my good looks, I’d surely be adored wherever I go, right?”

“She’s your prisoner, and I’m your slave, so my status should be higher than hers, right? I know just as much about the Four Pillars Cult as she does. You can ask me anything! Surely a sanctuary sorcerer’s status can’t be lower than a two-wings sorcerer, can it?”

“You wouldn’t join another cult, would you? Or are you thinking of starting your own? Why don’t we find a way to kill Silver Lantern, let Ashe take Mercury Trojan Horse’s place, and control the Four Pillars Cult?”

“If you don’t want to spend money on me, just let me go on raids occasionally! We from the Tribulation Fire Temple are great at killing and arson, just ask that Raven! I’m easy to keep and very capable, definitely worth it!”

Ashe was certain that being a chatterbox wasn’t a racial trait of orc sorcerers. Whether it was the Four Pillars Cult that made him this way or if he was naturally like this, Chikara was unabashedly self-promoting. Contrary to his rugged exterior, he had an unexpectedly submissive and compliant nature, easily slipping into the role of a slave while trying to elevate his status. Igor initially thought Chikara was feigning simplicity to lower their guard, but upon closer inspection, it seemed Chikara was genuinely a bit slow-witted.

Perhaps the racial talent of orc sorcerers was a form of compensation.

When faced with strangers, Harvey naturally resorted to his tried-and-true conversation starter: “What pattern of livor mortis do you like?”

“Red Lotus Fire!” Chikara answered immediately.

“Alright.” Harvey was intrigued. “Like flames burning on the skin? I haven’t tried that yet.”

Seeing the two of them chatting so amiably, Ashe couldn’t help but marvel at the diversity of Senlo’s species-this was the first time he’d seen someone naturally follow Harvey’s peculiar train of thought without any prior exposure.

Guided by Chikara’s spatial sensing, they quickly found the location of the hidden space. It wasn’t concealed very deeply; it was right in the center of the Dead City, in the ruins of a church. As they flew over, they could see a flickering deep blue door.

They landed in front of the ruins, looking at the blue door that flashed every two seconds, exchanging puzzled glances.

“Strange, I remember passing by here during the day and didn’t see this door,” Chikara scratched his head.

“Why didn’t you mention this information earlier?” Ashe, seeing the door, was now certain Chikara hadn’t lied. “If there’s a way out inside, perhaps things wouldn’t have escalated to that point.”

Chikara replied, “I actually told Mond (Spear spell sanctuary) and Sartapal (wind spell sanctuary), but Mond said that after killing you, if it didn’t work out, we could explore it later.”

The orc paused, then added, “Maybe it was because Mond was angry. He leans more towards the Lord of Myriad Glories.”

The Lord of Myriad Glories, also known as the Tyrant.

Ashe and the others hadn’t expected that among the three sanctuary sorcerers, the one with the worst temper wasn’t the seemingly aggressive Chikara, but the cold and silent Mond. Perhaps when Raven debated faith with him and he couldn’t out-argue Raven, the seeds of hatred had already been sown.

“And which faith do you lean towards?”

“Me? I want them all,” Chikara said proudly, still holding the coffin firmly. “The courage of the Lord of Myriad Glories, the wisdom of the Lord of Wind, Rain, and Snow, the divine machine of the eternal fiery heart, the joy of the dreaming free spirit-why should I give up any of them? Why didn’t the Four Pillars choose me as their Tactile Sense?”

Perhaps they didn’t want to experience what it’s like to have water on the brain… Igor looked at the blue door that appeared and disappeared intermittently, frowning. “Is this a mechanism that only appears at night?”

“Not necessarily,” Ashe said. “Don’t forget, we’re experiencing time at a crawl, but inanimate objects aren’t affected. This means that at this slowed time rate, we can see this flickering blue door.”

“In normal time flow, we wouldn’t notice this door at all. At most, we’d feel a flash of light in our vision, but we’d just think it’s… a delusion.”

At this point, Gwen tugged on Igor’s sleeve and pointed to the clean, smooth ground. Igor understood her meaning and nodded. “This door is so obvious, others trapped in the Temporal Cage will eventually find it. The ground here is free of rubble, not even dust, indicating someone was here recently-Mercury Trojan Horse said she conducted repeated experiments in the Dead City, these might be traces of those people.”

Ashe suddenly thought of something. “So Silver Lantern could also find this place… could she already be inside?”

“Possibly, there’s likely a heritage ‘Sanctuary’ hidden inside. She might have already obtained it,” Igor said. “But this is the first time I wouldn’t mind her succeeding. If she gets the ‘Sanctuary,’ we could naturally escape the Temporal Cage-though no one has managed to take the ‘Sanctuary’ in over two hundred years, I’m pessimistic about it.”

Ashe said, “By the way, was Silver Lantern really outsmarted by Mercury Trojan Horse?”

“What do you mean?”

“She doesn’t seem like someone who’d be trapped for a whole day without acting,” Ashe said. “Could it be that her original goal was to enter the Dead City at night?”

“Impossible!” Igor shook his head decisively. “Silver Lantern isn’t foolish. Even if she knew the Dead City’s secret, there’s no need to enter the notorious Dead City herself. She could easily leak the information to others, let them take the risk, and then snatch the victory-this is Silver Lantern’s way of thinking.”

Indeed, this is Silver Lantern’s way of thinking-meticulous, cautious, and ruthless. Igor had studied Silver Lantern’s character thoroughly, but Ashe still held onto his own view.

“Caution is just a facade she uses to disguise herself,” Ashe said earnestly. “At her core, she’s a romantic and radical idealist.”

Igor was silent for a moment. “You should just call her a lunatic.”

Without much hesitation, they all opened their Sanctuaries and quickly passed through the blue door during its two-second duration.

Then, a bright spacious hall unfolded before them. They stood on seamless white floors, their reflections faintly visible, and everyone seemed to glow.

It was as if the ruins of the Dead City on the other side of the blue door were just a dream.

A massive Fog Wall blocked the hall’s passage, with golden runes faintly visible in the ethereal mist. When Ashe looked at the golden runes, countless thoughts mind: “Why can the Mirage Prism so easily alter a person’s physical structure?” “Why can the Twin Abyss create a perfect avatar?” “Why doesn’t Senlo have an Abyss?” “Why is there Choking Green in the night?”…

He quickly averted his gaze, and the storm of thoughts in his mind gradually subsided. Harvey, similarly affected, grunted and turned away, while Raven seemed unaffected, and Chikara even made a retching sound.

Only Igor was entranced, muttering to himself as he stared at the golden text, instinctively pulling out a Spatial Card to jot down notes. He wrote so quickly that his pen flew out, and Gwen promptly caught it and handed it back to him.

“What is this?” Ashe couldn’t help but ask.

“Link of Truth,” surprisingly, it was Chikara who answered didn’t expect to find such a rare thing here…” freewebnøvel.coɱ

Indeed, it was extremely rare. Ashe and the others had traversed half of Senlo anything like it. The orc gave his head a hard punch, clearing his mind somewhat, and turned his back to the Fog explain, “The ‘Link of Truth’ is a knowledge transmission mechanism from the Gray Fox Divine Era. Those Gray Foxes were directly impart knowledge to others. They insisted that their apprentices deduce the truths they discovered step by step…”

Chikara rambled on, and it took and the others a while to grasp the purpose of the Link of Truth-essentially, it’s a learning aid.

Normal learning aids rely on techniques such as questioning, prompting, and hinting. The unique aspect of the ‘Link of Truth’ is that it only stimulates a person’s thinking based on their existing knowledge, allowing anyone to deduce the truth indicated by the ‘Link of Truth’ through their own reasoning.

If there were a Link of Truth explaining “L’Hôpital’s Rule,” even a grade-schooler could, through their existing knowledge, reason their way upward until they understood the rule.

So it’s not surprising that even Chikara found it odd—why not present the truth directly? Why complicate things with such details? Is it all just for the sake of education?

Is high productivity that impressive?

Harvey attempting to pass through, but was predictably blocked.

This time, the Fog Wall displayed text everyone could understand: “You are not qualified.”

“So, we have to deduce this truth to be qualified to pass through the Fog Wall?” Ashe scratched his head. “What if we can’t it-“

“Exactly, that’s the only possibility!”

While they were discussing, Igor had unknowingly written several pages.

He looked at the golden text on the Fog Wall, his face showing an uncharacteristic mix of fear and longing, as if both dreading and craving something the only possibility, there are no other possibilities…”

Ashe quickly stepped over, placing a hand on Igor’s shoulder and covering his eyes.”

The Con Artist complied, but his porcelain face still flushed with excitement. “Ashe, listen to me, you must believe what I’m saying…”

Of course, I believe you,” Ashe said. “Count to three silently, then tell me the truth you’ve deduced.”

Igor ex breath, and after a moment, he calmly said, “Ashe.”

“Senlo is not real.”