touchnovel Chapter 117 Overseas Isolated Island
Chapter 117 Overseas Isolated Island
Chapter 117 Overseas Isolated Island
Reggie glanced at the clock on the wall; the minute hand was already close to the predetermined mark.
He silently closed the document in his hand, and following his long-standing habit, placed it back in its designated spot among the stacks of documents on his desk. Then he stood up from behind his large desk.
He first walked to the window and closed it, then walked to the door, reached out his hand, and gently wiped the door crack with his thumb.
A barely perceptible magical fluctuation rippled outwards like water from where his fingertips touched, quickly spreading across the cracks in the door, the base of the window, and even every corner of the room.
A series of extremely faint "clicks" like the locking of a door echoed in the air—the office had been completely sealed off by magic, ensuring that absolutely no one could spy on or enter the room.
When he finished all this and turned around, Lin Qi in front of him had changed completely.
The exquisite suit was gone, replaced by an outfit Reggie had seen before: a dark, light-absorbing trench coat that cinched his figure, a metal beak mask covering his face, and a top hat with a curved brim—the same hangman's outfit he had worn in the factory district.
Reggie noticed that he was holding a cane in his hand, the same style as the one he had conjured with a wand in the factory district.
"When did you start wearing a cane?"
Lynch tilted his head slightly, the indoor light reflecting off the mask's lenses: "They'd better not know I've lost my wand; it'll shake people's morale."
Reggie didn't say anything more, and took out a rough brass key from his pocket.
Lynch's gloved fingers touched it.
The next moment, the door key was activated.
An irresistible, immense force suddenly grabbed their navels, as if shoving their entire bodies into a rapidly spinning pipe.
Countless distorted and fragmented images flashed before my eyes, and I heard the howling wind and the sound of space tearing apart.
Just as the senses were about to reach their limit, everything suddenly stopped.
My feet slammed onto the solid ground, and the salty, pungent sea breeze immediately rushed towards me, replacing the smell of parchment and ink in the office.
They appeared on an isolated island overseas.
This is a small island without a name, and Reggie has already introduced its basic information.
But standing on the island now, Lynch felt that it was more like a large reef than an island.
Phosphorus-rich rock formations constitute its dominant landscape, with almost no soil or vegetation.
Beneath my feet lay cold, hard black rock, its sharp edges sculpted by the waves and the passage of time.
All around were roaring, inky seawater, its foam churning and crashing against the cliff face with a dull thud.
Thick sea fog blanketed the island, shattering the pale moonlight and isolating it from all outside observation.
Lin Qi turned his head slightly to take in the surrounding scenery.
He nodded to himself, thinking how lucky Reggie was to have found such a place as the headquarters.
Because of the reefs and sea fog, Muggles would take a detour, and only wizards could easily reach the island.
If the arriving wizard isn't one of their own, they'll probably be captured instantly.
Lin Qi looked at the several blurry figures that appeared in front of him.
Almost the instant they arrived, several cloaked figures silently emerged from the shadows of the surrounding boulders, like ghosts that had been waiting for a long time, and quietly surrounded them.
Upon seeing Lynch and Reggie, the figures draped in cloaks all stopped in their tracks.
The leader took a small step forward, pulled down his hood, revealing the face of a middle-aged man, his expression showing an undisguised excitement and awe.
"Your Excellency, you're back!"
A sharp beak was pointed at him, and a hollow voice came from beneath the metal: "Yes, I'm back. You've had a hard time all these years."
Mr. A.
"It is our honor, Your Excellency!"
Mr. A, a middle-aged man, bowed his head and placed his right fist lightly against the hard metal object on his chest.
As he made this gesture, the people around him also made the same gesture in unison.
After the ceremony, Mr. A said nothing more, but simply turned to the side, made a gesture of invitation, and then silently led the way with his companions.
Their footsteps pounded on the rough rocks, making almost no sound.
Lin Qi followed their footsteps and passed through a naturally formed, hidden crevice in the rock, where a bright and open space suddenly appeared before him.
A magnificent hall, carved out of the mountainside, came into view.
The interior of the hall was clearly enchanted with a seamless expansion spell, making it far more spacious and deep than it appeared from the outside.
The carved stone walls are rough and ancient, and burning torches are stuck in the wall frame, their flickering flames illuminating the entire hall.
On the most prominent wall in this hall, a huge black flag hangs.
The flag did not feature any intricate patterns, but instead depicted the Stone Tower Merchant Guild emblem—a fist pointing to the sky—in silver-white.
In front of the flag, a huge, rectangular rock with unpolished edges lay across the center of the hall, serving as a long table.
It was rugged and primitive, with a cold majesty, which contrasted sharply with the dozen or so chairs placed around it—those chairs were exquisitely crafted to the point of being luxurious, with high backs and carved details, and the seats were covered with dark velvet, clearly brought from elsewhere.
The areas on either side of the hall, where the shadows were deeper, were simply furnished with rows of more unadorned stone benches, like the audience seating in a theater.
At this moment, both the exquisite chairs symbolizing power and status beside the stone table and the silent stone benches on both sides were packed with people.
They wore black cloaks, their faces hidden by hoods.
Despite the large number of people, the hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the soft crackling of burning torches and the muffled sound of waves coming from outside the cave.
A heavy silence, a mixture of anticipation, awe, and tension, permeated every inch of the hall.
When Mr. A led Reggie into the hall, it was like a silent signal; everyone sensed it and their eyes turned to the entrance behind him.
Immediately afterwards, Lynch, wearing that cold, metallic bird-beak mask, stepped into the hall.
In a flash, it was as if an invisible command swept across the entire arena.
All the whispers, all the distractions, all the subtle movements vanished.
Every pair of eyes, as if drawn by a magnet, was firmly fixed on that awe-inspiring figure.
Reggie silently took a half step back, like a shadow blending into the background.
Lynch turned his head, his gaze beneath the mask calmly sweeping across the entire room.
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone present, he walked step by step to the head seat of the long stone table.