Chapter 475 - Preface
The Month of Resuscitation had silently arrived, announcing the start of a new year.
Renewing their calendar was always something worth celebrating to mortals no matter where they came from. Now, mortals in this world were already enjoying the first several sleepless days of the year with lively ceremonies and parades.
In the world of wizards, only a few people noticed the particular time point, and none of them paid it any extra mind. There were many wizards who would spend decades studying a simple spell. A new year meant nothing.
But to Angor, it meant he had one less year for fulfilling his promise to Jon. It was always hard for him to find breathers between training and working, and now, he had more reasons to work harder by using every second to its fullest. In order to strengthen his foundations before the garden challenge, he barely caught any sleep in the past two weeks.
He was now a full-fledged level-2 apprentice. Such a tight schedule only stressed his mind a bit; it did not affect his health at all.
Soon, it was the 10th day of the Month of Resuscitation, which officially signaled the commencement of the purification garden event.
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“Still waiting outside. I don’t know what’s going to happen from here though,” said Nausica.
Shiliew nodded and checked the people around them. Then, she quickly covered her ears. There was too much noise coming from all sorts of people, which made her uncomfortable.
“Are you alright?” Shan asked out of concern. They knew about Shiliew’s talent that made her sensitive to the flow of liquids, including human blood.
“I forgot to keep those unnecessary sounds away… I’m okay now,” Shiliew said with a pale face. “I heard many strong bloodlines. They’re heavy like stones. They must have come from really powerful people.”
“Powerful? The really powerful guys are over there.” Shan pointed to an open space with only a few people standing there, which looked quite strange compared to the other spots.
“What’s wrong? Why won’t anyone join them?”
Shiliew checked and only found about a dozen people who occupied a lot of space. They were either hovering, leaning against a tree, or sitting on the ground casually. However, everyone stood clear of each other’s territory.
“Because no one’s brave enough.” Nausica frowned. “Those are the real elites from major organizations, which means they’ll win if anyone fights them.”
Shan nodded while pointing out several names.
“‘Sky Dancer’ Shayaron, ‘Disciple of Philosophy’ Suraithota, ‘Dream Reader’ Freud, ‘Coeval Zerg’ Yethew… They’re all pretty well-known.” Shan finished speaking and looked around. “Weird… Where’s Angor?”
Nausica shrugged. “He’s not the type to make a fuss in a situation like this. Besides, do you believe there are only so few elite apprentices who came?”
Suddenly, they heard Shiliew screaming painfully. She had collapsed on Gank’s shoulder while covering her ears.