After warning Lind, Deborah did not immediately leave Graywhite Territory but instead started visiting around.
Upon learning that Lind would not easily use Supremacy Magic and that he would first contact the Tower even if he intended to use it, Deborah appeared more relaxed compared to when she first entered Graywhite Territory.
Of course, Lind’s little thoughts did not escape Deborah’s notice, but she did not mind; instead, she established a communication channel with Graywhite Territory, with personnel dispatched from the Tower stationed there.
Mutual communication was not a bad thing for both parties.
“Rest assured, we have no interest in the results of worldly research.”
Deborah’s gaze held a hint of contemplation and calmness, her long brows slightly raised, giving her a capable and natural appearance, completely unrecognizable from the envoy who had previously been cursing another continent.
Looking at Lind, who was leading the way beside her, Deborah explained, “Although we are curious about the progress of your research on Supremacy Magic, this time, aside from bringing a warning about Supremacy Magic, we are more concerned with the battle you experienced in the Golden Ear Plains.”
This was not a secret; Lind recounted the situation at that time while guiding Deborah.
Although everything about the Tower was mysterious, the existing history indicated that the Tower would not easily intervene, and the previous warning was reasonable and relatively friendly. After careful consideration, Lind decided to temporarily extend his trust and engage with caution.
Of course, any technical cooperation would be even better. Aside from the supercomputer the Tower possessed, the Tower would surely not be weak in other technical aspects, which was why Lind harbored the thought of establishing contact with the Tower.
Soon, the group from the Tower arrived at the research facility where the flesh and blood of the Demon God were stored.
Looking at the chunk of meat that was still writhing with whip-like tendrils, Deborah sighed, “We had imagined the body of an Outer God not being destroyed, but we never thought it would be buried beneath the Eternal Frozen Land.”
Indeed, the Tower seemed to know everything.
“Lord Governor, we need to study this flesh and blood. May we reserve some for ourselves?”
Although Deborah had made an inquiry, it was entirely in the tone of a statement, giving Lind no option to refuse.
Naturally, Lind would not refuse but instead asked, “What exactly is an Outer God?”
Hearing Lind’s question, Deborah did not rush to answer; instead, she instructed her subordinates, the professionals, to take out various tools, carefully approach the isolated flesh, and gently open the glass enclosure to begin the dissection.
“Lord Governor, sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing, but since this is a request we made to you, we will naturally answer your questions.”
Deborah glanced at the guards following Lind, who merely nodded and gestured for the guards to leave.
Once confirmed that there was no one around, Deborah slowly spoke, “An Outer God is an invader from beyond the stars, capable of causing severe harm to the spirits and consciousness of humans. Soldiers who experienced the battle in your territory at the Golden Ear Plains—do any of them exhibit symptoms of hearing whispers or seeing unusual phenomena?”
To Deborah’s surprise, Lind shook his head, “There are no symptoms like what you described; at least not in my reports. Most cases are just psychological trauma from the war, which I believe falls within the realm of normal psychology. There haven’t been any whispers or hallucinations.”
Deborah was taken aback for a moment and then began to pace, “Interesting. This does not align with the records. Is it possible that those monsters you faced were not the ultimate form of the Outer God’s flesh? Or could it be that you ultimately triumphed over those monsters? All of this needs to be reconsidered.”
Looking at Deborah, who was pacing back and forth, Lind countered, “Since you value the flesh of this Outer God so highly, why not go directly to the Demon Clan for it? Or perhaps simply warn the Demon Clan to hand over the remains of the Outer God?”
Deborah did not address this question directly; instead, she said, “The people in the world often have a misunderstanding of us in the Tower, believing we are all-powerful. In reality, we were initially just a professional organization of a research association, only that our organization has a slightly longer history, possesses more knowledge, and wields slightly more magical tools.”
Upon hearing Deborah say this, Lind couldn’t help but internally scoff: just slightly?
“We can manage those High-Level Professions, and we can absorb suitable talents, but our control over High-Level Professions is more to prevent those individuals from creating chaos on the continent using their powers.”
“In the early days just after the Golden Age ended, there were numerous High-Level Professionals who incited wars and plundered resources. At that time, resources were abundant; those who plundered more resources needed Supremacy Magic to acquire even more. Without constraints, those High-Level Professionals would not only completely destroy the magic environment but could even sink the entire continent into the depths of the sea. To prevent the situation predicted by the Holy Grail from occurring, we established the Tower.”
“And to prevent the power of the Tower from being misused, such as interfering in worldly disputes, every formal member of the Tower must change their belief, worship the God of Contracts, and swear an oath not to intervene in worldly conflicts through force.”
Deborah wanted to continue speaking, but Lind quickly raised his hand, “Stop, stop. This God of Contracts—it sounds like I’ve never heard of it before. Is it referring to the God of Commerce? Does the God of Commerce also manage this? How do you ensure that the contract with the God is valid once made?”
In the past, to understand the Goddess and the Outer Gods, as well as all those chaotic deities, Lind had to study the religious knowledge of this world with Lantern Dream, and in his impression, there had never been a God of Contracts. Merchants usually swear contracts to the gods they believe in.
The God of Commerce does exist, but its purview is limited to commercial affairs and resembles the God of Fortune from Lind’s past life—something to be worshipped occasionally, not seen as a primary faith.
“You have too many questions. In short, we in the Tower cannot use force to obtain the remains of the Outer God from the Demon Clan.”
At this time, the professionals from the Tower had completed the dissection of the Outer God’s flesh and even helped Lind reinstall the glass enclosure. Because the chunk of meat had been cut, the now somewhat empty glass area was even decorated with a carving.
Hmm… the carving skill of the Tower might have some areas worth researching.
As the organization controlling all High-Level Professionals on the continent, claiming they cannot use force suggests that the Tower is not as the public imagines, just a group of deities that neither excrete nor pass gas; they too require restraint for management.
No wonder there are hardly any records of the Tower intervening in history, but it seems the Tower not only cannot use force but also cannot excessively interfere in the politics of the continent. They primarily issue warnings regarding Supremacy Magic without imposing compulsory measures on Lind. If Lind were truly determined to use Supremacy Magic, the Tower would have no concrete obstruction plans.
How has this Tower maintained its deterrent presence over the continent for so long?
“As for the God of Contracts…”
Deborah seemed to hesitate for a moment, glancing at the chunk of Outer God’s flesh, and said to Lind, “You already know many secrets, and since you will need to fight against what those Outer Gods call their ‘children,’ we will naturally answer some of your questions.”
Then, in the calmest tone, Deborah revealed the most unsettling information for Lind: “That is a deity created by our Tower to restrain ourselves.”
