This was the third day after Xavier entered the inner city. He had already searched half of the city, but he still couldn't find Claire. However, the seventh grade magus didn't lose his patience. He was still carefully checking every corner of the city.
Xavier checked very carefully. He didn't let go of any cracks or tiles. He wanted to make sure that he didn't miss an ant. At the same time, he also left a large number of magic sentries in the areas he searched. This way, the other party couldn't play any tricks and sneak back while he searched elsewhere. Xavier's "eyes" had already covered half of the city.
However, for a seventh grade magus, this wasn't an efficient way to search. In fact, Xavier could come up with no less than 20 faster and more effective search methods, but in the end, he chose the stupidest of them all.
Because the stupidest method had fewer flaws.
Xavier had plenty of time. After experiencing the initial anger, he quickly calmed down. He would never underestimate any opponent. Although the old lady could not use the origin of magic and was no different from an ordinary person in terms of strength, and all signs indicated that she was likely to have suffered serious injuries in that teleportation, as long as Claire still had her years of experience, she would not be easy to deal with. In addition, the guy who saved her seemed to be a master of magic circles. Xavier would rather choose a more secure way of searching and try his best to reduce the variables in it.
As long as he was given three more days, three days at most, Claire and the mysterious rescuer would have nowhere to hide.
Xavier looked expressionlessly at a team that passed by him. These people were only two steps away from him. At such a close distance, he could already see the fine hairs on the faces of the team members, their nervous expressions, and their tired breathing. However, the four members of this team seemed to be completely unaware of Xavier's existence and brushed past him.
Xavier silently watched them leave. The magic array on his body was called the Mirror World. In fact, it was a miniature version of the white space. He was clearly standing there, but it was as if he was isolated from this world. The outside world couldn't perceive his existence.
These days, he had kept the magic array open almost all the time and didn't appear in front of others. Claire's judgment of him was very accurate. Xavier always had scruples about killing people, so he drove the monster into the inner city. However, there was a deviation from his previous plan. Perhaps because of the monster's fear of him, it didn't dare to attack others along the way. Instead, it fled deeper into the inner city. Now, the group of freshmen in the western part of the city escaped because of him.
After the second battle, Xavier became vigilant of the super monster created by the temple. Although it was still no match for him and lost both times, compared to the first time, its progress was undoubtedly very shocking. In just a few days, the monster seemed to have been reborn. It became smarter and more cunning. It seemed to have begun to study the incantation time and spell-casting movements of mages, trying to find a pattern. It was no longer like a few days ago when it only knew how to use its body to resist damage. This monster had inherited many abilities, but the most terrifying one was undoubtedly its ability to learn.
Xavier wasn't sure if he could suppress it as easily as he did this time in the third battle. The gap between them was rapidly shrinking, but this wasn't what he was most worried about at the moment. The seventh-grade magus had just finished searching the area. He looked up at the sky and found that it was already late at night.
The starlight in the underground city was so beautiful. When Xavier was young, he had also been an adventurer for a period of time. He still remembered the shock he felt when he saw the sky above his head for the first time. He knew it was fake, but he still couldn't help but be intoxicated by it.
Yes, eternity was such a fascinating thing. No matter who created this underground city, he had already disappeared along with the ancient civilization. Only this starry sky had crossed the river of time and remained as beautiful as it was in the beginning.
Xavier also desired to become such an immortal existence. He wanted to transcend himself and even the fate of the entire human race. He wanted to defeat death and the laws of nature. This was a temptation that no creature could resist.
That was why he cooperated with the Heresy Tribunal. With their help, he created a chance encounter with Foreman and then accepted the latter's invitation to enter Siamus. He had hidden in the academy for so many years, keeping a low profile and keeping his composure, all for the sake of waiting for this day to come.
Although there had been some hiccups before this, in general, everything was still under his control. Until that monster matured, he was the unrivaled king of this freshmen arena. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any creature here that could threaten him. However, just a quarter of an hour ago, Xavier suddenly felt a little uneasy.
This was the first time he had felt this uneasy since he began executing the plan he had been plotting for a long time and cut off the connection between the freshmen arena and the outside world.
The stronger an expert was, the more sensitive they would be to danger. The seventh-grade magus didn't hesitate and decisively mobilized the surveillance network he had personally built that covered half the city. Hundreds of magic sentries lit up at the same time, covering every street and every corner of the city. But unexpectedly, Xavier didn't find any suspicious fellows among them.
Strange. Was that faintly discernible sense of danger just an illusion?
The seventh-grade magus frowned, but no matter what, he was at ease. Just as he was about to leave this place and find a place to rest, he heard footsteps coming from the corner of the street.
The newcomer was a youth who seemed to have hurried over from a faraway place. His body was covered in dust, and from his attire, he should be a first-year freshman of Siamus. But unlike the majority of nervous students in the freshmen arena, his posture of holding the staff seemed very casual. Even though he had just experienced a long and arduous journey, his mental state was still very good.
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