Age of Adepts

Lucia carried a thick stack of books in her arms as she hastily passed through the arcane hall, squeezed through the busy corridor, and entered the arcane academy.

Not far in front of her was the knowledge hall where her daily lectures were. The lecturer today was Second Grade Sir Brown, who she respected and admired most of all. Of course, this only made her want to attend the lecture even more.

Yet, at this moment, she was stopped by an apprentice that charged out from nowhere.

It was a young, handsome nobleman. He looked to be only fifteen or sixteen, but he wore a well-tailored arcanist’s robe on his person, with delicate patterns woven into the fabric with golden runic threads.

According to the laws of the Arcane Empire, scholars who had yet to request a grade evaluation at the Arcane Assessment Office were strictly not allowed to wear the robe of an official arcanist. However, even though the teenager’s aura was that of an apprentice, he was brazenly breaking the rules and wearing an arcanist’s robe.

It was a serious crime. If he were to be caught by the enforcers, he would have his status as an apprentice revoked!

Meanwhile, a dozen other teenagers followed behind the nobleman. Judging from how they were dressed, they were also students of the arcane academy.

“Soren, you’re breaking the rules again!” Lucia was slightly surprised when she was stopped. She couldn’t help but frown and say, “Better be careful not to lose your apprentice status if you get caught by the academy’s enforcers. Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you have a Third Ring grandfather in the academy.”

This time, everyone inside the house stopped snoring. However, they were still trapped in their dreams. They sleepwalked over to her and lined up in two tidy rows before the adepts. There was a fairly attractive middle-aged noblewoman in the group, along with two well-dressed noble ladies.

“We are hungry. Start preparing dinner immediately! Also, prepare more hot water. We want a good bath once we are done with our meal. Make sure to tidy up the bedrooms. I want clean sheets for everything.”

As Cherisha gave out her instructions, these people, with their eyes shut and wandering in their dreams, immediately began getting to work. They quickly made all the arrangements necessary for the dining hall.

In truth, with the incredible Physique of the four adepts, they would not die of thirst or starvation even without food for several years. However, as human adepts, eating was still a rare pleasure and instance of relaxation for them. As such, under Cherisha’s arrangement, the four adepts each took up a side of the dining table. They put on their napkins, picked up their knife and fork, and commenced enjoying this wondrous dinner in another world.

Maple Forest Town was only an extremely rural town in Rian Province. Of course, this meant that the food wasn’t all that amazing either. However, it was enough that the four Fourth Grade adepts could politely and elegantly have a bountiful dinner together in a completely foreign plane. There was no need for any fancy food to set the mood.

Cherisha chased away all the ugly and foolish servants. The only ones allowed inside the dining hall to serve the adepts were the noblewoman and her two young daughters.

Fortunately, these adepts all had a reputation to maintain and no unusual preferences. The dinner ended with amicable, friendly interactions.

During the meal, Greem repeatedly lifted his wineglass at Dark Witch Shana, but he was always ignored.

The Dark Witch had not shown herself in the battle last time at all. She had only appeared once the fight had ended.

Any other leader of a party would have been enraged by such selfish behavior.

However, Greem seemed unbothered. Not only did he show no anger, he even seemed somewhat interested in her now. It caused Cherisha to lower her head to laugh in secret and Adept Holly to give him a few thumbs-ups. He also managed to make Dark Witch Shana angry.

However, Greem couldn’t care less about her cold attitude and her brimming anger. Instead, he started to flirt more brazenly and boldly than before.

“I am done!” Dark Witch Shana pushed aside the food that she had hardly touched and stood up. She pointed at the noblewoman. “You! Bring me to wash myself!”

Having said that, she lifted her head pridefully and left the dining hall.

A very well-hidden smile finally appeared on Greem’s face when he looked at the witch’s slender figure leave.