The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 369: Tracking Netherlight.

The Invisible tavern was not as invisible as the name suggested, it was simply named so because it was hidden out of plain sight from ordinary eyes and those without an invite. It was the tavern in Starfell where mages liked to drink, do party tricks and wave their wands around as they did silly spells.

It sat right next to the wall between Starfell and Doria. Day or night, it was open. Drinks were not the only fluids served in the tavern. It also provided magical ingredients of various kinds, especially the scarce varieties. So, it was a busy place.

All the mages that were passing through Eldoria had a habit of stopping by. For some, it was brief visits and for others, longer ones as they paid for room and board on the floors above.

Lately, it had been a very bus place. More mages than usual seemed to be making stops at the tavern, strange faces that were unfamiliar. Like the woman the female mage that always came down at noon and chose three people whose futures she could predict. Thanks to her, the business of the tavern was booming.

Veylin had been following rumors about the mage that could see the future. She seemed to operate in Doria at night and yet her residence was unknown. She also didn’t stick in one place for long and always seemed to be on the move. But, she always seemed to find time to visit this tavern.

He was standing the doors, waiting fro verification. The doors seemed open and yet there was a barrier against which all unwanted patrons and guests bounced back.

"Password." a gremlin asked him.

He took his wand, pointed it at dull flower and murmured, "Florentis."

Petals unfurled and the flower came to life, blooming vigorously.

The gremlin touched Veylin’s arm and gave him the mark of the tavern, granting him access inside. He grimaced at the touch of a creature he thought vile. It laughed, because it enjoyed arousing the disgust of human mages that found it unworthy.

It looked at Veylin, put its hand over its small mouth and belched. Green mist that smelled awful rushed out of its mouth.

the tavern. The gremlin chuckled as

predicting the future of an old woman that was sobbing. She was dressed really nicely, and he figured

she would be buried? When she would die? Or the fate of her children? As he settled into a seat

a small stage which was set up for performances. A flutist was playing a lively melody for the patrons of the the tavern. Three dwarfs were tap dancing in a

they were rushing into the capital was a wonder. Also, why many of

wanted to live in the public eye

you reckon did in the phantom midwife?" Someone

head turned to see who was asking. It was a mage sitting at a table with three others. As they had the hoods of their cloaks up, he could not see their faces. He was interested in their conversation though because he knew exactly who had killed the

powerful." Another replied. "I met that bitch once in a forest and she robbed me clean of all my herbs. Claimed it was to save the life of a pregnant woman. Now I know it was to eat the soul of

drinks menu into Veylin’s hands,

a deep voice that was pulled out of him like he was unwilling to

mysterious? "Are you

hiding in the shadow, away from the light provided by the rays of the sun.

and walked away, but not before taking the

and sent a

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through the account books for all her

from the day she found out that she was pregnant. She was also eating very ripe

trickling down the arm and her maids had to constantly keep wiping them