Chapter 1134
Damn it, when I stowed away into this place just now, I managed to catch a glimpse. If I could just get another look, I could record Matthew Merlin's entire alchemical experiment with my image crystal.
With that, I could get my hands on his technique for handling the Beast God's Blood. If I bring this back, I'll have done the Shadow Tower a massive favor. With the Beast God's Blood, I could definitely break through to Sky Rank.
Once I reach Sky Rank, my mastery of Shadow Stealth will become a Limit Spell. By then, no place could stop me—no one could ever catch me.
Even that three-faced monster from earlier wouldn't be able to spot or catch me...
Hmph, these guys may be strong, but not a single one noticed I brought an image crystal—and it's been recording the whole time. Anything I see gets saved!
Best if they actually bring me into the Alchemist's Lab...
Byron stopped struggling once he got here, waiting expectantly. Sure enough, after a few seconds, the doors to the Alchemist's Lab opened. Two Battalion Mages led Byron inside.
Inside the Alchemist's Lab, Lin Yun was busy with an experiment and paid no attention to the newcomers. Only when the experiment reached a pause did he turn to look at Byron.
Lin Yun's lips curled with a slight smile, and a glimmer of interest flashed in his eyes.
A Plane Stowaway? It's rare to see someone like that in this era. Never thought I'd actually encounter one here...
Lin Yun recalled the records about Plane Stowaways and found himself quite interested.
Back when the Northend World reached its peak, Plane Stowaways were the most infamous figures around.
These people had the ability to sneak between planes. As long as they found the spot where the Plane Path opened, they didn't even need to activate it—they could slip through anyway.
And with their terrifying stealth skills, almost nowhere could stop them. The most famous story is about the first person ever called a Plane Stowaway.
For over a hundred years, whenever a resource-rich plane was discovered, some interested faction would immediately learn its coordinates.
Every plane was fiercely contested. Eventually, the truth came out—some guy, calling himself the Plane Stowaway, sold the coordinates of a plane to multiple parties at once.
And people actually bought them. For centuries, no one knew who this person was—they could only call him the Plane Stowaway.
It wasn't until a hundred years later that a mage with the Eye of the Spatial Viper accidentally discovered a Plane Stowaway trying to sneak through the Plane Path.
After getting caught, the Plane Stowaway's secret was revealed: he was actually merging into the shadows of the Plane Path itself—not using space magic like everyone thought...
For the past century, all factions had focused their defenses around the Plane Path using spatial magic, which is why no one ever discovered this passage...
But now, having caught this little thief sneaking into his demi-plane, Leon Merlin's mood soured. Byron was clearly here to steal alchemical secrets about the Beast God's Blood...
A surge of mana gathered, forming a Mage Hand that reached into Byron's shadow.
Instantly, an image crystal appeared in the Mage Hand's grasp. With a squeeze, the crystal was crushed into fragments and scattered...
A flash of terror crossed Byron's eyes, but then a strange energy fluctuation appeared around him. Elemental forces within the demi-plane formed a three-meter-wide cage, wrapping Byron up and tossing him outside the Alchemist's Lab.
Leon Merlin manipulated the demi-plane's power, conjuring a three-meter cage to imprison Byron. The space here was cut off from the outside world—suppressed by the full force of the demi-plane itself. Unless Byron could match the power of the entire demi-plane, escape was impossible...
Besides, this was the best way to imprison a Plane Stowaway—there was no need for a sturdy cage, just sever his connection to the shadows...
With Byron securely imprisoned, Leon Merlin paid the matter no further mind and turned back to his research on the Beast God's Blood...
The incident ended quickly. No one in the camp noticed a thing; everyone simply continued with their own tasks.
But outside the camp, two people were growing anxious.
Diras sent scouts to investigate around the camp, observing from afar, but found nothing. Everything inside seemed perfectly normal.
Diras and Stongge huddled together, both looking troubled.
"Lord Stongge, I fear things have gone awry. Our agents have yet to return. They've been inside Leon Merlin's camp for almost a full day now—more than enough time to search the place dozens of times over.
Even if they failed, Lord Byron would have sent someone back to report. But now, not a single person has returned, and the camp is eerily calm.
I'm afraid our operation has been exposed. The people I sent have likely met a grim fate at Leon Merlin's hands..."
Diras's face was dark, even a little pale.
Stongge looked even paler, almost corpse-like.
"Lord Diras... surely not. Wasn't the agreed time a full day? They must still be carrying out the mission, that's why they haven't emerged yet.
When the deadline arrives, they'll return for sure. They must, right?
Nothing could have gone wrong...