Chapter 122: The Route and Ritual Begin

Yet Rod still wore an expression of vigilance.

Ona instantly panicked.

You must know, the Magic Control Union has no strong binding force on its employees; one can terminate the contract early by paying a certain sum of money.

What if he leaves and then tells the outside world that Ona, the Deputy Director of the Containment Department, is eccentric and drove him away? If Councilor Yulia or My Lord Hera finds out, what will become of me?

Hmm.

My Lord Hera was once mentioned by My Lord Yulia as a motherly figure.

Then, this Ranger, as My Lord Hera's spouse, would be equivalent to a stepfather.

At present, Councilor Yulia, who is under house arrest, does not know that this Ranger has joined the Magic Control Union, after all, My Lord is not someone who reads staff lists.

If, before being open and honest, I secretly help this 'stepfather' get close to My Lord Yulia, would that count as giving her a surprise?!

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was right!

Even her gaze toward Rod carried a hint of gentleness.

Loving the house and its sparrow.

This Deputy Director Ona is clearly not someone well-versed in worldly wisdom.

After all, generally speaking, almost no one wishes for a suddenly appearing stepfather to appear by their side.

"What's going on? Do you have something going on with her?"

The sudden change stunned Sharon, and she quickly asked in a low voice.

"What nonsense are you talking about," Rod said helplessly.

Over there, Ona spoke again:

"You just joined, you must be short on points, right? Here, I'll give you some."

Having said that, without allowing Rod to refuse, she operated on the Magic Control Union badge.

In the next moment, Rod felt the badge in his hand vibrate.

The magical image on it displayed the data 【Points +2000】.

Sharon's eyes widened.

"She's your mother, right?!"

I worked myself to death to save only 120 points, and you get +2000 the moment you join?

Damn it, damn privileged second-generation brat, I hate rich people the most!

Back then, the only people I met at Bahadur Magic Academy were these kinds of people!

This instantly plunged the Canine girl into bad memories.

Rod ignored her.

Thinking it over, given the identity and personal strength of this Deputy Director of the Containment Department before him, there seemed to be no need for her to deceive him.

Even if she had some scheme, she could just force it, and Rod had no way to resist.

Thinking of this, he also got tired of dwelling on it and simply generously accepted everything before him with a smile.

Ona finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She also switched to another topic.

"You're human, right? The path of the Spiritual Warrior is not very easy to walk, you know."

Rod was currently examining that silver sword and paused upon hearing this.

Regarding this matter, he had actually heard a little; after entering the Seventh Tier, the accumulation of mana and spirituality in humans diverges greatly.

The most important aspect is that mages possess rich knowledge, while warriors do not.

This directly led to a large number of Mana Ming Xiang Fa on the continent, even many high-tier and top-tier ones.

But what about breathing techniques? Only four have been rated as high-tier.

"Furthermore, having neither native spiritual arts nor longevity spells for support, humans have a natural disadvantage on the path of spirituality, Mr. Rod, I advise you to move closer to the path of mages while you are young."

Ona spoke again.

At this time, Sharon also said, "That's right, among the nine tiers currently announced, not a single one is a human-race Spiritual Warrior."

Rod nodded, indicating understanding.

The short hundred-year lifespan of humans is ultimately a huge shackle.

Whether Tree Spirits or Succubi, their lifespans far exceed his, and as they age, their physical abilities will also drop significantly.

Just thinking that years later, Tally, completely unchanged, would ask the old man he had become in bed why he couldn't get it up made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

High-tier mages can solidify a longevity spell, and their lifespan can often be extended to five hundred years.

Although shared skills might also roll out a longevity spiritual art, that is ultimately a matter of probability; Rod cannot put all his eggs in one basket.

"Of course, if you are willing, I can be your teacher, you know."

Ona said with a smile and handed over a Ming Xiang Fa.

Rod smiled and took it, accepting it.

Regarding the two paths of spirituality and mana, he had no spiritual scruples; he mostly viewed them as tools for victory.

"By the way, which races have Ninth-Tier Spiritual Warriors?"

"There are many, Half-Dragons, Scorpions, Half-Werewolves, Giants, Centaurs, and Minotaurs, and so on."

"Minotaurs, huh..."

This is a Minotaur race, mostly bulls with huge muscles.

Rod tried hard to imagine what the females of this race looked like in his mind.

"Interestingly, one of the Ninth-Tier Minotaurs is female, I heard it was something? Oh, the Cow tribe among Minotaurs."

After Ona finished saying this sentence, the image in Rod's mind instantly became clear.

Sharon's movements were very fast.

The fixed ritual for the Labyrinth of the Death Desert had already been posted on the quest board.

Perhaps it was because of Ona's push.

In just three short days, the required personnel had already been gathered.

Of course, Rod had long since signed up among them.

If this quest was settled smoothly, his quota for the year would be considered done.

Wind Wall Forest, Sand Willow District.

He watched more than a dozen mages before him busily preparing spellcasting materials and checking the spellcasting order.

This solution required a total of two rituals — one for cutting propagation, and one for stabilizing the labyrinth.

Neither of these could be completed so simply; they required time to prepare and set up.

And as the chief planner, Lady Sharon was standing in the middle of the mages, so busy she was burning at both ends.

Rod only felt bored.

He simply found an empty patch of ground, lay down on Vivian's lap, and watched the crowd.

Tally had transformed into a mature maid sister, feeding him grapes beside him.

Feed him if she must, but she insisted every time on pushing her finger along with the grape into Rod's mouth.

When her lips or saliva touched it, she always loved to put on a show of gasping in surprise, then with a coy laugh put the touched finger into her own mouth to suck.

Among the mages there was no lack of men, and seeing such a scene, they would always cast resentful glances over.

"Where are Dimia and Caliste?"

The witch and the elf were nowhere to be seen on site.

"I don't know~"

Tally said in a sweet, coquettish voice.

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The half-deer Miss Xiao Ke walked over from the side.

Her expression was that of social anxiety — she was surely afraid of places with too many people.

"Earlier, that witch Young Lady did come by for a look, but said there were still matters in town and took her leave quickly. As for Caliste… she came back to the forest yesterday in a fury, and has stayed home without coming out since."

As she spoke, she glanced at Vivian and Rod.

She silently sighed.

To say she hadn't noticed the relationship between Vivian and Rod would be false.

She could almost every night see her good friend walking into this forester's little cabin, and before long the sound of panting would come — ringing out for an entire night.

Her feelings were very complicated.

But seeing how happy Vivian had been lately, she couldn't bring herself to say anything.

At this stage, Miss Xiao Ke naturally wouldn't stand in the way; she could only hope that fellow would treat Vivian well.

Just please don't increase the number of women going into that cabin any further!

(End of this chapter)