Chapter 314

320. Chapter 320: Coming and Going

The seventh day of the mission.

The delegation completed all tasks of this mission.

The handover of prisoners from the Lie Jin Trading Company and the White Tower Alliance is handled by dedicated personnel; the delegation need not worry.

The practical drills of the Ruiwosuosi Academy and the Mixie'er Grand Sage's Tower are likewise.

Thus the delegation need only wait for Lady Lisanndra's orders before returning to the city.

Lady Lisanndra, accompanied by Kaowei'er Ludewi'er Sage, is on her way to meet the Mixie'er Ninth-level Grand Sage.

This was not originally on the itinerary.

Even Kaowei'er Ludewi'er Sage received only temporary notice.

Let alone Lady Lisanndra.

She simply did not understand why Mixie'er Grand Sage had suddenly summoned her.

It could be because of her status as the delegation's envoy, or because she is a member of the Diàomande Family, but neither likelihood is high.

Soon, after several teleportations, Lady Lisanndra and Kaowei'er Ludewi'er Sage arrived at the place where Mixie'er Grand Sage usually secludes himself.

It is a tower-shaped building whose exterior and interior layout are exactly the same as the native wizard tower of the Wizard World.

However, Lady Lisanndra could clearly sense that this is merely an ordinary building, not a wizard tower.

Attack, defense, movement, and so on—all manner of extraordinary effects are utterly absent.

"Kaowei'er Ludewi'er Sage, you've worked hard these past days."

Mixie'er Grand Sage did not appear in person, but instead projected a hologram that appeared before the tower gate.

"It's my duty; I dare not call it hardship."

Kaowei'er Ludewi'er Sage immediately performed a respectful salute and expressed his stance.

"For the time being, set aside those mundane affairs."

Mixie'er Grand Sage calmly instructed, "Focus on cultivating a bit; when you're ready, make a push for Grand Sage."

"Yes."

Kǎowēi'ěr was extremely surprised, even somewhat unable to believe what he heard.

But as a Level Six Sage, he possessed strong mental power and will, so it was naturally impossible for him to lose composure.

After responding, seeing that Grand Sage Mǐxiē'ěr had nothing else to say to him, Kǎowēi'ěr then took his leave and departed.

"What do you think of Kǎowēi'ěr?"

Mǐxiē'ěr Grand Sage's holographic projection turned and walked toward the tower.

The tightly closed tower doors opened automatically.

Līsāndélā immediately followed, and calmly replied, "If I were at the Ruòwòsuǒsī Academy, I would have already been promoted to Level Seven Sage."

"Really?"

Mǐxiē'ěr Grand Sage countered, "When does Fúlǐsītè plan to advance?"

Because of some tangled past events, the second generation of the Díàomàn dé family has all perished.

Now, aside from the two founders, Ruòwò Grand Sage and Suǒsī Grand Sage, the Díàomàn dé family has only the three siblings of the third generation and a few members of the fourth generation.

Luódélǐgē. Díàomàn dé, as the eldest of the third generation, the matter of his promotion to Level Seven Grand Sage is already known to Mǐxiē'ěr Grand Sage.

Mǐxiē'ěr Grand Sage bypassed Līsāndélā and directly questioned Fúlǐsītè, not because he looked down on Līsāndélā, but because he valued Fúlǐsītè too highly.

There is something that many mages are unaware of, but as the person with the highest status, position, strength, and power in the Mǐxiē'ěr region, Mǐxiē'ěr Grand Sage is fully aware of it.

That is the Wòtèsī Sage, once hailed as the top talent in the Mǐxiē'ěr region, who was defeated by Fúlǐsītè in a fair duel.

Thus, Fúlǐsītè Díàomàn dé is the mage whose talent and ability rank first among the mages of the Mǐxiē'ěr region and even the entire western coast generation.

However, Fúlǐsītè does not like to show off and never boasts.

"I don't know."

Līsāndélā spoke frankly, with no intention of concealing or being perfunctory.

She recalled that once, her grandfather Ruòwò Grand Sage, furious and breaking through his defenses, loudly cursed Mǐxiē'ěr Grand Sage as an old fogey who had long been plotting to steer the mystic mages' path, actually snatching from him a very important legacy.

Later, she learned from her grandmother that although this legacy was not created by the Nuòsītuòlǎmǔ Holy One, it was nevertheless the lifetime research essence of a peak Nine-Level Grand Sage.

After obtaining that legacy, Mǐxiē'ěr Grand Sage will receive a terrifying improvement in the ability to discern people's hearts.

Thus, Līsāndélā dare not play any petty tricks in front of Mǐxiē'ěr Grand Sage.

"Rest assured, I am not probing your thoughts."

Mǐxiē'ěr Grand Sage's holographic projection gave a faint glance and spoke soothingly.

At this moment, Miss Līsāndélā suddenly understood why Frālāichè Duōmínggē, after finishing his reports these past few days, would immediately leave.

It turned out that having one's thoughts seen through and grasped felt like this.

It was as if one were naked, being seen through from head to toe, outside to inside.

Moreover, one could look however they wished, with evasion useless and resistance impossible.

She bit her lip, and Līsāndélā remained silent.

By then, the person and the projection had already entered the tower.

Mǐxiē'ěr Grand Sage did not lead Līsāndélā upward; instead, he casually found a spot on the first-floor hall and sat on the ground.

Līsāndélā naturally sat down on the clean, gleaming floor.

"Do you know why I summoned you?"

After sitting down, Mǐxiē'ěr Grand Sage's holographic projection immediately spoke up and asked.

"I don't know."

Līsāndélā shook her head.

Don't be nervous, I just have one question for you.

Michel the Grand Sage wasn't surprised by this; among all the mages of the West Coast, no one could see through his thoughts.

Even if they were a Saint of the Elemental mages!

Please go ahead.

Lisandra leaned her upper body slightly forward, showing she was listening attentively.

Freist has done all this; has he achieved his goal?

Michel the Grand Sage asked very directly, yet also very vaguely.

Lisandra pondered for a moment, then answered honestly: 'I haven't asked him, but I guess he probably has.'

Is that so?

Michel the Grand Sage waved his hand.

A thumb-sized bone fragment flew over from somewhere.

This bone fragment's exterior was white and lustrous, almost transparent.

As soon as it appeared, it emitted a strange aura that drew Lisandra's attention.

A sense of possessiveness suddenly arose.

Lisandra actually had the thought of snatching the white lustrous bone fragment from Michel the Grand Sage's hand, which startled her.

At that moment, she no longer cared about etiquette.

Lisandra quickly employed the True Spirit Wizard's method to clear her mind.

However, it was like a drop of water falling into a pot of boiling oil.

If the True Spirit Wizard's method weren't used, it would be fine; but once used, it immediately provoked a more intense negative emotional reaction.

Possessiveness and destructiveness suddenly flared to the extreme.

If it weren't for Lisandra's reason subconsciously resisting, with her intuition going mad with warnings, she might have lost her senses and lashed out.

Forcibly stopping the already-activated True Spirit Wizard's method, Lisandra instead took a bottle of potion as pure as water from her spatial storage magical device and poured it into her mouth.

Thus she barely managed to escape her previous predicament, regaining some of her emotions.

Michel the Grand Sage watched the whole time, neither throwing stones into her well nor offering help.

What... what is this?

Lisandra with difficulty shifted her gaze away from the white lustrous bone fragment, asking with lingering fear.

Michel the Grand Sage chuckled: 'This is something your brother went to great lengths to let me obtain.'

The lineage of the Nostradamus Saint's school?

Lisandra furrowed her brows slightly, as if she could hardly believe it.

No, it's not.' Michel the Grand Sage denied Lisandra's guess, then said softly, 'This is the legacy left by the Nostradamus Saint himself, and...'

Having said that, Michel the Grand Sage paused, his tone growing even more faint: 'And his backup plan for his resurrection!'

Ah?

Lisandra exclaimed.

This is truly shocking to hear.

If you don't believe it, go ask your brother Freist.

Michel the Grand Sage's projection faded slowly, but he left a sentence: 'Take this bone fragment, return it to him for me, and thank him.'

As his words fell, the bone fragment instantly changed from white and lustrous to withered yellow.

That strange aura, as well as its odd attraction and influence, vanished without a trace.

It seemed to be just an ordinary flat piece of dry bone.

Lisandra took an isolation box from her spatial storage magical device and carefully placed the bone fragment inside.

After taking a few breaths, Lisandra rose from the ground, gave a salute to the air, and left this ordinary tower.

After Lisandra departed, Michel the Grand Sage's holographic projection reappeared, gazing toward the direction she had gone.

His eyes seemed murky, but in truth they could perceive everything.

No, there is one thing he cannot perceive.

That is the natural limit of human lifespan!

If he cannot perceive it, he cannot break it.

Having already extended his lifespan once and lost part of his humanity, Michel the Grand Sage truly has only the path of advancing to Saint left.

And walking this path, there are only two options before him.

First, to take the title of the Mystic System Saint of Nostradamus;

Second, to find his own way in the unprecedented great upheaval of the coming thousands of years.

Alas!

Michel the Grand Sage let out a heavy sigh.

Finding his own path is actually not hard; the difficulty lies in reaching the summit on that path.

Michel the Grand Sage no longer has that much time to continue climbing.

Therefore, even knowing that Freist Diomand went to great lengths to deliver the Nostradamus Saint's legacy and his resurrection backup to him, it was purely ill-intentioned.

Michel the Grand Sage also had no choice.

Only, people shape me, and I shape people.

Hope that Freist Diomand, this bold schemer who dared to plot against his juniors, will like the return gift he sent.

Lisandra left the tower and soon met the specially waiting Kaveer Ludwig.

Frowning, he glanced at Lady Lisandra a few times; Kaveer's expression was somewhat odd, several times he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again out of instinct.

Kao Wei Er had a premonition that as long as he spoke, let alone being promoted to seventh-level Grand Sage, he would die instantly.

Li Sangde La was completely unaware of Kao Wei Er's change, merely silently hurrying.

Seeing this, Kao Wei Er dared not speak further.

Soon, the two returned to the native land of the wizard world.

Without much thought for pleasantries, Kao Wei Er sent Li Sangde La to the Ruiwo Si Si Academy delegation, then left.

Finally, awaiting the return of the delegation with the chief envoy, they made no further stop and directly set off on the return journey.

Perhaps this return journey was destined to be fraught with setbacks.

As soon as the delegation left the lodging arranged by the Grand Sage's Tower, they were intercepted.

Yi Sha Bei La. Mi Xie Er, fifth-level Grand Sage, accompanied by a girl whose face somewhat resembled hers, blocked the delegation's path.

"Go, ask what's going on."

Li Sangde La looked toward the deputy envoy Fu Lai Che. Duo Ming Ge and gave an order.

That demeanor, that tone, made Fu Lai Che. Duo Ming Ge instinctively dislike it.

Out of consideration for the occasion, Fu Lai Che refrained from reacting.

Moreover, according to the principle of reciprocity, it was indeed the most appropriate choice for oneself to confront Fifth-level Grand Sage Yi Sha Bei La. Mi Xie Er.

Fu Lai Che still acted as instructed, though he was very displeased inside.

He had already decided that after returning to the academy's main campus this time, he would promptly finish his duty report.

Or rather, fighting to the death with those gods of the Divine Realm would be more straightforward.

"What do you mean?"

Displeased, Fu Lai Che didn't even want to say a few more words.

"I'm not looking for you; have Linke Grand come out."

Yi Sha Bei La. Mi Xie Er was never one to care about others' face; seeing Fu Lai Che's cold face and unfriendly tone, she certainly wouldn't put on a pleasant expression.

"Is this how the Mi Xie Er family treats guests?"

Fu Lai Che snorted coldly, "If this gets out, wouldn't it be laughable?"

After saying that, Fu Lai Che paid no attention to Yi Sha Bei La. Mi Xie Er, whose expression had turned extremely cold, and turned and left directly.

Nevertheless, despite the cold shoulder, Fu Lai Che still summoned Lin Ke to negotiate.

"Greetings, Grand Sage."

Lin Ke's tone was calm, his demeanor neither humble nor arrogant, as he greeted.

"You two talk."

Yi Sha Bei La. Mi Xie Er didn't even glance at Lin Ke, her figure vanishing instantly.

Lin Ke's expression gave nothing away, but he had actually made a mental note.

"My aunt is used to acting as she pleases; please don't take offense."

The girl who resembled Yi Sha Bei La somewhat spoke up, saying, "I am Jie Xin Min. Mi Xie Er. I am your partner in the High Council selection."

"Linke Grand, pleased to meet you."

Following the saying not to strike a smiling face, Lin Ke also made a formal self-introduction.

"I begged my aunt to bring me to find you; I didn't expect to embarrass you, I'm truly sorry."

The girl, Jie Xin Min. Mi Xie Er, once again explained the previous matter, then said, "There's nothing else; I just want your contact information. We're partners, after all, we need to get to know each other, right?"

Having said that, the girl opened her bright eyes, full of hope, looking at Lin Ke, awaiting his reply.

"Of course."

Lin Ke didn't figure out her motive for doing this, nor did he rashly refuse; he agreed.

"It's just a contact method; there's nothing to worry about."

The two then exchanged Portable Smart Brain contact information.

After successfully adding each other as friends, Jie Xin Min. Mi Xie Er's face lit up with a bright smile.

"It seemed that obtaining Lin Ke's contact information was a very joyous thing."

"I..."

Jie Xin Min clasped the Portable Smart Brain with both hands behind her back, her upper body swaying slightly as she hopefully asked, "Can we chat sometimes?"

"Sure."

Lin Ke likewise agreed.

"Great."

Jie Xin Min cheered, then, like a startled little white rabbit, blushed and turned to run away.

Lin Ke watched Jie Xin Min's back for a while, his thoughts subtle.

"Who offers flattery without cause is either a spy or a thief."

Jie Xin Min took the initiative to approach, merely asking for a contact method.

But Lin Ke instinctively felt that this matter was not simple.

"There must surely be an ulterior motive!"