Age of Adepts

Chapter 1234



A wide, bright, and magical hall.

Countless runic crystals embedded one side of the hall. Every single crystal glowed with a faint light, each projecting a unique image of its own. All the pictures put together made for a strange wall of screens.

There was an adept in every one of these images, though it seemed like they were in different locations, judging from their backgrounds. A small half of the images were still black. They didn’t seem to be connected.

An elderly adept stood in the middle of the wall of crystal screens. He wore an old-fashioned wizard’s hat, a pair of tortoise-shell glasses, and white robes. His silver beard flowed all the way down to his chest. The adept tapped his staff against the ground and demanded loudly, “Alright, you’ve all been investigating for so long. You must have a conclusion by now, don’t you? What exactly does the fire adept want from us in coming here?”

Most of the adepts behind the screens were still busy with their own business and were only diverting part of their attention to the conference.

Several high-grade adepts in robes of various colors bowed to the white-robed adept. They then looked at each other before one of them finally spoke up.

It was a strange adept wearing black armor and a clown mask. Judging from his aura, he was Third Grade.

“Lord Domhnall, judging from the recon group and divination group’s information, Greem has come to the east to look for someone!”

Unfortunately, he did not seem to show any care for such a precious robe. The sleeves and collar of the robe were covered in wine and oil stains. The young male adept was also clearly beyond drunk. He held two pretty female adepts in his arms, one in each hand, flirting with them as he stumbled into the room.

The three of them were no more than First Grade.

The two young female adepts had been laughing joyously. However, when they saw Olivia and the cold expression hanging on her face, they shivered in fright and quickly stood straight. They bowed and remained silent, their faces full of fear.

Meanwhile, even though the young male adept was only First Grade, he showed no fear or panic when he saw Olivia. He pushed aside his two female companions and ran towards the Fourth Grade Olivia, grabbing her sleeves and swaying it side to side.

“Sister…sister…so you’ve been hiding here. I was wondering. Why didn’t I see you in the hall at all?” The male adept was so drunk that he couldn’t even stand up straight. He collapsed into Olivia’s arms as his drunken breath pressed against her face.

“You may leave now!” Olivia coldly said.

The two First Grade female adepts quickly bowed before carefully walking out of the room, closing the wooden doors as they left.

Olivia sighed. She lifted the male adept’s head with both hands. Magic filled the air, and a faint mist of alcohol seeped out of his pores, gathering into a ball of liquid between her palms.

The young male adept shivered when the alcohol was drained from his body; he instantly regained consciousness.

“Sister, it’s you!” Young Wills couldn’t help but clasp his head. It was still aching from all the drinking earlier.

“Wills, you should know that losing our rationality because of drinking is a major taboo for us adepts!” Olivia’s face seemed stern, but her actions spoke otherwise. She was massaging her brother’s temples.

“Sister, don’t tell me what to do!” Wills lifted his head and let out a pathetic chuckle, “Hah! A useless piece of trash like me! What’s the point of keeping my mind calm and rational? Is there even any space for improvement for me?”

Olivia’s hands froze, and a sorrowful expression appeared on her face.

Her brother’s talent for magic was terrible. He was practically an insulator for magic. Even after consuming countless resources, Olivia had only managed to pull him up to intermediate First Grade.

His development had reached its limits now. It didn’t matter how many resources she committed. It didn’t help a single drop or let him improve in the slightest.

“Wills, don’t abandon hope. Believe me. I will find something that can change your talent and allow you to continue living!” Olivia caressed his face while clearly stricken with pain.

Wills let out another pained chuckle and shook his head, “Sister, you’ve said that thousands of times. You know my potential. There is no more room for improvement. None at all. I am three hundred and thirty-seven years old now. If it weren’t for the life-extension ceremony you held for me several decades ago, I would already be a pile of bones. Now…after so many repeated enhancements, my soul has reached its limits. Even if you find better, more useful treasures to extend my life, my soul no longer has any capacity for growth.

“So, sister, don’t make me meditate or research magic anymore; I was not born for this. Rather than that, why not let me use what’s left of my time to enjoy myself thoroughly……”

Having said that, Wills looked at Olivia’s pale face and stumbled out of the room.

Olivia closed her eyes in pain as Wills walked out.

 

 

 


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