Sixth Ring Wizard

"Do you have a way to get me out of Solde City? I need to go to Silver Beach City," Herag asked directly.

Sam pondered, "Silver Beach City..."

He knew Herag wasn't talking about a legal route, or else he wouldn't have come to him.

If it's an illegal route, it's troublesome. Smuggling a live person out isn't easy.

Sam's usual business involved transporting goods, though he had smuggled people before, he couldn't guarantee absolute safety.

In the past, he would take on the risk for good profit, but this time was different.

Herag's life equals his own. If Herag died, he wouldn't survive either.

"There is a way," Sam began, "Normally, we hide people with the cargo, once at the destination, they sneak away. We have people loading and unloading, so arrangements can be made. But, there's a chance that at each city, the cargo will be inspected. If found hiding a person, they'll surely be detained for questioning."

"Those questioned usually have issues, so the outcome is often dire..."

Sam laid out all the risks, hoping Herag wouldn't take the gamble.

After hearing this, Herag contemplated and asked, "I see. Is there another way, like identity forgery?"

If he could have a legitimate identity, he wouldn't have to take such risks to reach Silver Beach City legally.

Sam replied helplessly, "Sir, forging a simple identity is easy. But one that passes all city checks is hard, taking at least half a year. I assume, sir, you can't wait that long."

Herag nodded, acknowledging the difficulty.

To forge an identity that can withstand city scrutiny, one must create a real identity.

In the Land of Dawn, due to the Magic Net, information is hard to forge, making it as if creating a person from thin air.

Though Sam seemed resourceful, his influence wasn't strong enough against true power in Solde.

Forging such an identity was beyond his capability, thus requiring much time.

Herag obviously couldn't stay in Solde City for half a year; it's too long, too many variables.

Another way is using Sam's Talisman Stone to contact people in Serlandir, explaining Herag's situation.

Yet this method is risky, as any Wizard Organization can monitor Talisman Stone communications, particularly Sam's, likely already monitored.

Once the message is sent, Herag might expose himself before Serlandir's people arrive.

Herag thought and said, "In that case, proceed with the previous method. If there's danger, I'll adapt."

"Sir... Alright, I will handle it to the best of my ability, ensuring the cargo isn't inspected," Sam hesitated but had no choice but to do his best.

"When?" Herag asked.

"Three days later, a batch of smuggled goods will go out. I'll make arrangements, doing my utmost to ensure your safety," Sam said.

"Alright, prepare a quiet room for me, without interruptions," Herag planned to spend these three days preparing.

Sam, somewhat influential, had a relatively safe estate.

"Sir, I have a secret chamber, completely safe," Sam responded promptly.

Herag nodded and looked out the window.

By now, it was daylight. A ray of sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the sleeping Qiao Aili.

"Take me to your secret chamber," Herag turned back.

"Sir, this woman..." Sam suggested cautiously.

"Don't cause trouble for me," Herag wasn't Cao the Thief, nor did he want unnecessary trouble.

Sam could only nod, "Alright."

Sam led Herag down the floor, stopping at a painting depicting a naked woman with a dignified demeanor.

Channeling his magic power into the painting, it rippled.

The painted woman came to life, her eyes fixed on them.

"Open," Sam instructed.

The woman nodded, waved her hand, and the wall transformed, a door appearing.

Sam opened the door, "Sir, please enter."

Upon entering, Herag found himself in a well-furnished room.

Not large, but well-stocked with Magic Potions, armor, and weapons, food, and water. Clearly a hideout prepared by Sam.

The only drawback was the lack of windows, relying on artificial light, which can feel stifling over time.

Unbothered by these, Herag nodded, "Not bad. Go do your work, inform me if needed."

"For any instruction, you can command me," Sam said.

Herag nodded again, saying nothing further, lying on the bed to begin his meditation.

Sam left hurriedly, evidently anxious, eager to prepare everything.

This time was not like others, it had to be executed perfectly.

Every step required more attention and funds, with no expenses spared.

Life and wealth were on the line, money-saving was impossible.

...

During the three days, Herag remained in the secret chamber, silently meditating and preparing.

"Sir, everything's set," Sam reported.

Herag still appeared under the influence of the Thousand-Change Potion; he took another dose recently to maintain the effect.

To facilitate the arrangements, Sam had sent Qiao Aili back home.

It was late night, Sam intended to use the darkness for Herag's escape.

Most people in Solde City were asleep but the airship dock was bustling.

A significant amount of cargo needed handling before dawn.

At dawn, the airship would set off for the next city.

Following Sam's plan, they took a carriage to the dock.

Solde City's dock, on the eastern side, featured a vast plaza, where a massive airship rested quietly.

This airship was much smaller than the one Herag took to the Land of Dawn but still gigantic, roughly 300 meters tall.