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

table, predicting the future of an old woman that was sobbing. She was dressed

eighties or early nineties, what future did she want to know? How she would be buried? When she would die? Or the fate of her children? As he settled into a seat in the corner, he wondered

performances. A flutist was playing a lively melody for the patrons of the the tavern. Three dwarfs were tap dancing in a very coordinated manner. It seemed like the group was

more dwarfs in the city lately. Why they were rushing into the capital was a wonder. Also,

in the

you reckon did in the phantom

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

Claimed it was to save the life of a pregnant woman. Now

into Veylin’s hands, drawing his attention away from

brew." He said in a deep voice that was

act mysterious? "Are you here to see Netherlight? You have looked at her

light provided by the rays of the sun. "Just fetch my drink." He threw a gold coin on the

made a "tsk" and walked away, but not before

and

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