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"Ah! They're whispering in each other's ears!!!"
Holding the heavy mission book, April watched with great interest from behind the bookshelf as Latis and the other person interacted.
She never expected that she would witness such an exciting scene just by going to pick up the mission document.
"Please, just give me a kiss! And if you can, even better, do it!"
Apo felt an immense surge of power coursing through his chest. The task book, which he usually found incredibly heavy, had been in his arms for several minutes without him feeling any soreness or fatigue.
"I'm sorry, I'm just that kind of vulgar and despicable person... so please, I'll do anything!"
"what are you doing?"
Just as Amber was secretly observing, a slender hand patted her shoulder, and at the same time, a mature and deep female voice sounded from behind her.
"I'm watching... Lady Oriana?!"
Amber instinctively turned her head, only to be met with Orianna's stern gaze. Amber's face turned ashen, her hands went limp, and the half-person-high mission book fell heavily to the ground.
“Young people are always reckless.” Orianna’s gaze swept over the enormous quest book, then froze in mid-air. She sighed and waved to Amber, saying:
"You can go now, I need to talk to them."
"Okay, okay, okay!" Aibo stammered, straightened his back, hurriedly performed a mage's salute, and fled as if escaping.
"This kid."
Orianna shook her head, ignoring the receptionist's etiquette, and instead crossed her arms, scrutinizing the two who were still chatting.
"I didn't think so at first, but the more I look at it, the more it looks like it."
She stared at Latis's retreating figure, her brows furrowing slightly. Ever since she discovered that Latis was a descendant of the Titans, she had found herself increasingly displeased with him.
"Blame Emperor Phowa, you brat!"
Orianna was about to come out from behind the bookshelf when she suddenly saw Latis secretly licking the elf's ear while whispering to him. Her eyebrows immediately furrowed, and she felt a mouthful of dog food stuck in her throat, unable to cough it up or swallow it down.
"No, the more I look at it, the angrier I get. I'm going to take action!"
She ground her teeth without any airs of seniority, pointed at Latis, and snapped her fingers.
……
Why do I always feel like someone is saying I'm handsome?
Latis frowned and muttered to himself, "Could it be that 'signboard girl'? Strange, does it really take her this long to get a quest book?"
"Maybe she went to collect her due payment while she was there?" Arterifus guessed, blinking.
"Never mind, where were we? Right, I did some research on dwarven technology in the Wilderness Territory, and it seems quite different from alchemy. Do you think the magical items here might also use dwarven technology?"
“That’s very possible, brother. I visited the dwarf’s fortress when I was a kid, and they definitely had that self-contained feel to them…”
"Right? I knew it. That Lady Oriana is some kind of living fossil, who knows how old she is. It's not surprising that she could gather advanced technologies from various races. I wonder when those two dwarves I know will return to Lundia. I was thinking of asking them to help build the mage tower... Hmm??"
As Latis chatted idly, a strange feeling suddenly surged from all around him, as if the magic element in this space had a wicked thought of harming him. He immediately felt a chill run down his spine and quickly opened the cyber police backend.
However, the cyber police's backend was empty, with no spell prompts, and even the magic radar could not detect any abnormal magic fluctuations.
"Holy crap, what's going on? Is the spider sensor card bugged?"
Latis touched the goosebumps that had risen on his arm, hesitated for a moment, and, just to be on the safe side, used his priestly abilities to control the surrounding magic.
The feeling of being constantly on someone's back vanished instantly, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He guessed it was probably some magical item from the Mage Guild taking effect, and didn't take it to heart. Maintaining his own domain, he continued speaking:
"Actually, I haven't decided what kind of mage tower to build yet. It might even be a dungeon..."
……
"what?"
Orianna withdrew her hand, muttering in surprise and uncertainty:
"The Goddess of Magic?"
“No, that’s not right…” She frowned, carefully sensed it again, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"I thought Old Pova had been having an affair with the Goddess of Magic, but it turns out this was actually his own ability?"
Orianna raised her head, stared at Latis's back for a moment, thought for a moment, and then flicked her finger to make the quest book float up and follow her.
"If he has such ability, then he is the best candidate for the Mage Association."
Chapter 299: Separation from Herold
"Long wait, you two."
A mature and magnetic female voice came from behind. Latis turned around and saw Orianna beside him, with the quest scroll floating in the air. He and Ateliers quickly stood up and gave a mage's salute, replying:
Greetings, Your Excellency Orianna.
"Please, gentlemen, have a seat."
Orianna returned the mage's salute, smiled, and gestured for someone to sit down before walking to the opposite side of Latis and the other man.
"Why is it this old lady? Where's my shopkeeper? ...Oh well, she seems to be in a good mood today, she didn't glare at me, but I'd better keep a low profile..."
Latis muttered to himself, then turned his head to exchange a glance with the half-elf. The half-elf's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and he nodded knowingly. He then looked at Orianna and began the opening remarks on Latis's behalf:
"Sir, I didn't expect it would be you who came to inspect the mission. This is too much trouble for you."
"It's just a matter of convenience. You're welcome."
Orianna nodded slightly, watching the quest sheet fall silently onto the table. She tapped the table with her finger, and a tea set appeared on the table without any magical fluctuation.
“Find a quest related to Dragonhorn Territory and ritual magic,” she said, then skillfully picked up the tea set, poured in 10 grams of slender tea leaves called “Forest Sea Rose,” and began brewing black tea.
Following Orianna's command, the heavy quest book began to turn on its own, emitting a soft, rustling sound.
Artemis's ears twitched slightly. She glanced at the quest book that was turning pages on its own, and then focused on sensing the flow of magic, but she couldn't figure out what kind of spell it was.
After a moment, she shook her head, giving up on figuring out how it was done, and then looked at Orianna, who was still filtering tea leaves with an air of refined elegance, and asked:
"Your Excellency Oriana, is there something important that you've come to speak with us about?"
"Your Excellency is indeed clever."
Orianna glanced at Latis, who was sitting upright and silent, and shook her head with a sense of boredom. She handed the cups of tea to Latis, Ateliers, and herself in turn. Then, with a flick of her hand, the tea set disappeared from its place, leaving only the sugar bowl and milk bowl floating around them.
“You’re too kind, sir. We are just an ordinary pair of mages, and it’s too much trouble for you to treat us like this.” Ateliers bowed to express her gratitude, and then put half a can of milk and two sugars into her teacup.
Latis nodded repeatedly, too lazy to add milk and sugar, and picked up the teacup and gulped it all down.
Orianna sighed, somewhat dismayed. She flicked her finger, and the teapot reappeared in front of Latis, filling his teacup.
“I do have other matters to discuss with you, but before that…” She glanced at Latis, who had just finished his tea in one gulp, and her brow twitched involuntarily. She forced her gaze to Ateliers, who was elegantly sipping her tea, and said:
"Lord Herod, please bring out the completed mission scroll."
“Okay.” Atelier nodded and took out a scroll filled with the names of various ritual materials from the interdimensional gap and handed it to Oriana.
After watching Orianna place the scroll on the quest book that had stopped turning the pages, the half-elf hesitated for a moment, then took out a crumpled piece of paper and an experimental record and handed them to Orianna.
“I also secretly took these things, sir.”
"Ok?"
Orianna took the two items, glanced at them briefly, and her slender eyebrows furrowed.
"Is that so?" She put away the two documents, pondered for a moment, glanced at the "completed" mark on the task sheet, and said:
"So it was a 'Spirit Shaping Ritual'. These people are truly wicked. However, according to your mission report, their ritual probably can't continue. What a pity, there's no excitement to watch."
"The Spirit Shaping Ritual?" Artemis asked curiously.
"You haven't heard of it? Ah, that's right. I heard that King Herod's eldest daughter was less than nine years old when she ran away from home. The deeper libraries of the Elven race still require a certain level of magical strength to enter."
Orianna shook her head and explained:
"Simply put, it's like stuffing a big pot of stew into a target's body, and that target will be turned into a puppet."
"Huh? But they..."
“Yes.” Orianna smiled and said, “I guess they must have been trying to trick the target into thinking they could reshape themselves and create an incredibly powerful new body. There’s no such thing as a free lunch. Anyone who holds such a naive idea will only end up as someone else’s toy.”
“Oh…” Artemis thought for a moment, then couldn’t help but smile and said, “So those who commit all sorts of evil deeds to achieve their own goals never end up well.”
“That’s right.” Orianna waved her hand, and the quest book floated back to the bookshelf on its own. She clapped her hands and conjured a crystal ball with a miniature map out of thin air. She stretched out her finger and turned it, seemingly calculating the future situation after this matter.
After a long while, she put the crystal ball away and said with a smile:
"The matter of renovating the mage tower will be discussed with you by Apo later. She is still unable to make a reasonable judgment on the matter of Dragonhorn Territory, so she wants me to come and inspect it in person."
Artemis glanced at Latis, who was already drinking his fifth cup of tea, squeezed his hand reassuringly, and turned to say:
"Lady Orianna, could you please tell us what happened on Dragonhorn Territory?"
"From a high-level perspective, these are just some ordinary tests, not as serious as you imagine." Orianna didn't elaborate, but glanced at Latis, who was being forced to automatically pour tea, smiled subtly, and personally poured a cup of tea for the half-elf, saying:
“In Londia, no matter how the outside world changes, the mages will not be greatly affected. If you crave safety, you may stay in Londia.”
"What if you crave something else?"
Latis's voice suddenly rang out. Orianna turned her head, looked at Latis who was clutching his stomach with a "I really can't drink anymore" expression, her eyes flickered slightly, and she asked jokingly:
"Hey, little Titan, after drinking so many cups of tea, you're finally willing to speak?"
"...Doesn't that show off your excellent tea-making skills?"
Latis chuckled dryly, not daring to offend this old woman who seemed to have some kind of messy relationship with Emperor Pova, and immediately said seriously:
“Let me be frank, staying in Lundia alone is not enough to protect my lover and the family behind me. Even staying on the highest level of the floating island is not safe forever. Therefore, I must take the initiative to deal with the potential crises on the road ahead in order to protect everything I want to protect... including this Lundia.”
Latis felt a tight grip on his hand and looked down at the half-elf's small hand, which was intertwined with his own, and couldn't help but grin.
"……Good."
Orianna studied Latis's expression for a moment, and finding that he wasn't pretending, a faint sense of relief unconsciously appeared on her face. She paused, then said:
"Although you look just like that Powder King, you are less domineering and more gentle, which is good."
"Eh, you also know Emperor Pova?" Artemis couldn't help but ask curiously.
"...Let whoever wants to know me get to know me." Orianna's expression instantly calmed. She snorted coldly and looked at Latis, saying in a deep voice: