Chapter 1470

"It's getting late, and I won't keep you. But before you go, I have a few words to advise you... Ringed Ringed Shushi, actually... you are still young..."

Convinced that Xia De had nothing to do with the God-Caller, Miss Danister felt much more at ease. However, she intended to give her student some "life advice," but as this was the sorceress's first time experiencing such a thing, she didn't know how best to say it.

She saw the curious look Xia De gave her and finally decided to be direct:

"Your future is limitless; you might even become the fastest male student in St. Byrons' history to become a high-ring sorcerer. Xia De, I know that at your age, admiring beautiful ladies is common, but don't let it delay your... Love is certainly beautiful, and I am not against you encountering the beauty that fate brings you, but I mean... you understand yourself."

Xia De understood this time and immediately felt an unprecedented sense of embarrassment. He lowered his head to look at Mia in his arms, wishing Mia were holding him instead so he could hide his face:

"Yes, I understand." "Meow~"

Noticing Xia De's "dangerous" gaze, the cat, which had been lying on his lap with its belly exposed, immediately flipped over in alert. "Come to think of it, I've never heard of Miss Danister having any close relationships with men."

Xia De thought to himself, and just as he was preparing to end the visit, he felt it was best not to voice this question.

Before leaving the manor, Xia De ran into Amelia leading a unicorn in the hallway again. To be honest, seeing a unicorn standing on a red carpet inside a "modern" mansion with bright gas lamps felt strangely incongruous, and the elf girl was clearly waiting for Xia De:

"It might not be easy to contact each other in the future. However, I will continue the task you gave me." She winked at Xia De; the so-called "task" was helping Xia De find hidden walls.

"Next time we meet, I will bring you more ancient elven poetry."

Xia De also promised, then reached out his hand to her. The underage elf girl clearly hadn't expected to receive such "respect," so she very solemnly rubbed her hand on the pure white little beast beside her, and then, under the beast's sideways, reproachful gaze, she shook Xia De's hand:

"Then, Mr. Hamilton, we shall meet next time. I hope that next time, we can experience wonderful adventures together again."

"No, no, it's better to be a bit more stable."

Xia De hurriedly shook his head:

"I've had enough of recent adventures."

When Xia De returned to the Bernice Manor, it was already late, and the Guardian had finished the conversation between the Chosen and Luvia, returning to the Heart of the Earth.

Sister Daelin and Iruna had also left; the nun had come to Randall Valley through the painting connected to the sacrificial site on the mountain peak, so returning to her own sacrificial site and Midhillburg was simple. Iruna planned to return to Tobesk next week, as the follow-up investigation here didn't require her.

However, because Randall Valley was in a sensitive period, she wouldn't have time to meet with others before returning to Tobesk, though fortunately, the time apart wouldn't be long.

In short, when Xia De returned to the manor, only Luvia was standing at the mansion gate, waiting for him with great concern. But what she was worried about was not whether Xia De could "coax" that thirteen-ring sorceress.

After entering the manor with Xia De, she asked quite seriously:

"Xia De, you didn't tell us the truth. The Guardian just said that even in your God-Caller state, devouring the concept of the earth's distortion would still have a great impact on you. Xia De, look into my eyes and tell me the truth, what exactly is going on with your body?"

"The Guardian said that voluntarily?" Xia De was surprised.

"Of course not, I asked. I knew it couldn't be fine. Oh, Xia De Suren Hamilton, don't change the subject, answer my question."

She looked truly angry.

"Alright, he's right, it's impossible for there to be no impact. Actually,

I know this myself. Specifically, right now, my body is still adapting to that 'filth,' and the impact will probably appear within a week. I promise you, even if there is an impact, it will only be minor and won't cost me my life, nor will it cause permanent damage. After all, it wasn't me who devoured that distortion and filth, it was Him."

"Her," she chuckled in Xia De's ear. Luvia nodded worriedly:

"We'll talk when I get back to Tobesk. I'll keep an eye on you."

Because Luvia was to leave Randall Valley with the professors the next day, Monday morning, the purple-eyed girl did not stay at the witch's manor that night but returned to the Abundant Earth Hotel to pack her luggage.

As for her Sublimation Words, Siris had agreed to the terms proposed by the Association of Prophets on Saturday. As for why it took so long for the news to arrive, the diviners of the association, busy investigating the God-Descending event, simply attributed it to the "Forgotten" characteristic of the Church of the Forgotten.

The original arrangement was to depart at eleven in the morning, but early in the morning, Luvia received a message from Miss Danister, learning that the departure time had been moved up to seven-thirty in the morning due to an emergency at the academy.

Fortunately, her luggage was already packed. After saying goodbye to the hotel where she had lived for two months, she hurried to the local association to bid farewell to the colleagues she had spent two months with, and finally hugged the local association president, the eleven-ring Lady Kalida Angel, with reluctance before boarding the carriage.

Although space travel via artifacts caused great discomfort, the time saved completely compensated for the drawbacks.

When Luvia appeared at the Association of Prophets in Tobesk City, Delarion Kingdom, at eight o'clock that morning, the long-lost sense of familiarity put the purple-eyed girl in a very good mood.

Her colleagues at the association were happy for Luvia's return, but she didn't have to go to work immediately today. Considering she had just returned from a business trip, the association gave her a two-day vacation to adjust her state and tidy up her apartment.

The Association of Prophets on Silver Cross Avenue was quite close to St. Deran Square. Considering it was still early and Xia De was likely not out yet, Luvia decided to go to No. 6 St. Deran Square first to give Xia De a surprise.

Having grown accustomed to the bitter cold of Randall Valley, she was still not quite used to being back in Tobesk City. Walking out of the Association of Prophets, she saw that the long, narrow, brick-paved Silver Cross Avenue, bustling with people, had no snow at all, which was already very different from that southern city.

The gray fog, symbolizing the "City of Steam," permeated the streets. In the fog, Royal Guards in uniform, carrying long guns, patrolled the roadside. The spectacular Yodel Palace complex in the fog highlighted the northern aesthetic style and the industrial capacity of Tobesk City, the "Pearl of the North," in the steam era.

The noisy Delarion language coming from all around told Luvia that she had returned to her hometown. The scorched smell in the air, the northern-style buildings towering in the city's skyline, and the dense chimneys puffing black smoke were scenery she had grown accustomed to after living here for over twenty years.

From afar came the shouts of a newspaper boy mixed with a local dialect, telling of the fresh news in Tobesk. "It feels so good to be home... Is the Tobesk city area expanding again?"

The newsboy's voice kept ringing out on the busy Silver Cross Avenue on Monday morning, but Luvia only thought about the front-page news for a moment before excitedly guessing the surprise Xia De would feel when he saw her.

Although she had been away for over two months, she would never forget the way from the Association of Prophets to Xia De's house.

St. Deran Square, arguably the best residential area in the capital city of Tobesk, remained as peaceful and tranquil as ever on Monday morning. The pigeons that had flown south for the winter had returned in the early spring season and were now walking around the square, accepting food from people.

Walking along the edge of the square, Luvia, while missing No. 6 St. Deran Square, had already taken the key to Xia De's house out of her pocket in advance.

She walked while looking up at the window of Room 1 on the second floor of No. 6. Seeing the bedroom curtains tightly drawn, she knew that Xia De had rarely not gotten up early. Only then did she walk up the steps and open the door with her key:

"Oh?"

The door was pushed open, and the five or six pairs of women's shoes on the shoe rack immediately caught the purple-eyed girl's attention:

"Dorothy and that princess are here again? No, these aren't the style of Dorothy's shoes, and looking at the style... a maid?" She looked up at the stairs suspiciously. Faint light shone down from the second floor, causing an ominous thought to arise in the purple-eyed girl's heart.

After reaching the second floor along the stairs, the first person she saw standing at the door was a young red-haired girl sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper in the sunlight filled with floating dust.

Ajelina Cavendish tilted her head, looked from behind the newspaper at the lady walking up the stairs, and then blinked in surprise. Even Luvia had to admit that young girls indeed had an extraordinary youthful vitality at certain moments.

There were also footsteps and the sound of dishes clashing in the kitchen, clearly the maids preparing breakfast.

"Good morning... Your Highness?"

Luvia put down her suitcase. She wasn't particularly familiar with this princess, but at least they knew each other, and at the Association of Prophets, she had hosted the little princess and her friends for various divination games.

Greeting her, Luvia, who had returned early from her business trip, guessed what Xia De had done last night. Her eyes scanned the entire living room, and she noticed Little Mia standing on the coffee table, looking at the tightly closed bedroom door one moment and toward the kitchen the next.