Compared to the Old Earth, the Land of Revelation was a real continent. The Old Earth was only an island at the edge of the continent. The Land of Revelation might not be comparable to the Fey Continent, but it was still an important continent in the wizarding world.
Dove was an exchange student chosen by the Silver Heron Royal Wizard Regiment to go to the Tower of Hurricane in the southern region of the Fey Continent.
That was what Dove said himself.
As a matter of fact, all the talents on the ship knew that the so-called Silver Heron Royal Wizard Regiment was created by apprentices of the Tower of Hurricane who could not become formal wizards. Depending on their connections in the Tower of Hurricane, they could be recommended by some talents.
Therefore, the term 'exchange student' was pure nonsense. Why would an organization with a thousand-year history and a wizard in charge want to exchange with an apprentice organization made up of old, weak, sick, and disabled people? Were they still dreaming?
However, although everyone knew about it, they kept it in their hearts and didn't say a word because no one dared to offend Dove. After all, no matter how old they were, they were still supernatural beings. It was said that there was an apprentice of a wizard in the Silver Heron Royal Wizard Regiment who returned to the Central Empire because he could not become a wizard.
Because of this and the Central Empire's wealth, no one dared to offend Dove too much. No matter how arrogant and foppish Dove was, they all kept it in their minds.
When Dove stepped into the dining hall, the noise around him quieted down.
Angor heard someone whispering, "Huh? Why is he alone today? Where are his followers?"
Dove heard it too. He glared at the speaker and left with a laugh when he saw the speaker lowering his head to eat.
However, when Dove walked out of the crowd, his arrogant expression instantly turned cold.
He went to find his followers, but all the rooms were closed. He did not know where they went.
"Damn bastards," Dove cursed under his breath. Dove cursed in a low voice. Without the service of his followers, he had to do the dishes himself.
Although Dove was used to being arrogant in the group of talents, he had obviously heard about the background of The Redbud. Therefore, he did not have any conflict with the chef. Instead, he obediently found an empty seat with his plate and sat down.
Angor only glanced at Dove when the latter entered the door. He didn't pay any attention to Dove after that.
Angor heard someone knocking on the door when Dove stepped inside, but it was only Dove who came in.
Could it be that he had overused his brain these past few days and was hallucinating?
Ever since he was a child, Angor was taught by Jon to observe his surroundings. It was not to avoid danger. Instead, it was to capture details and combine them with self-realization, so that he could gain inspiration from everything. In short, it was the ability to reflect one's own knowledge.
Angor always prided himself on his ability to pick up subtle details. But today, he seemed to have lost it.
He shook his head and decided not to think about the strange details. It had nothing to do with him and was a waste of time.
He liked to enjoy the explosion of taste buds brought about by delicacies. He would even indulge in delicacies, but the prerequisite was that it was a delicacy. As for the food on the plate that could only fill his stomach, he chose to accept it instead of indulging. As he ate, his thoughts raced again, and he began to do mental calculations on some of the unanswered questions.
A scream came from not far away, which interrupted his train of thought. He had no idea which planet he was on.
"Ahhhhh! Who are you?! Come out! "A high-pitched male voice echoed throughout the dining hall. Then came the sound of breaking tableware.
Angor frowned and looked at the source of the sound.
Not far away, the arrogant Third Prince of the Central Empire was in a sorry state. He was holding his neck with one hand, and blood was flowing out from between his fingers. He lifted the tablecloth with his other hand and waved it around, breaking the porcelain tableware all over the floor.
Dove swung his claws and fangs around like an enraged pit bull. But it was useless. There was no one within twenty meters of him.
"Huh? Crazy again? Wait! Why is he bleeding? "
"Don't you see the cut on his neck?" Someone mumbled. "Strange. But there's no one around him."
"It's not a ghost, is it?"
The surrounding talents were in a heated discussion, but none of them thought of stepping forward to help. Not to mention how bad Dove's character was, the strange situation before them was enough to stop them.
"The blood is flowing fast, but it's not gushing out. His veins must have been cut." "Even if it's a cut vein, he'll die if he doesn't get first aid in ten minutes, considering how fast his blood flow is."
"There's a cut, but there's no one holding it." Angor looked around and didn't see anyone around Dove. Then he remembered the second noise he heard from the door. "Interesting."
An invisible person? An apprentice? Or perhaps, it was someone with the same talent?
Angor believed the latter. If it was an apprentice, there was no need for him to go invisible. Besides, he had to make sure he didn't miss.
While Angor was thinking, Dove was still going crazy. As time went by, Dove's voice grew weaker. Suddenly, Dove picked up a glass of red wine from the table and splashed it toward the window in the southeast.
The red liquid did not hit the wooden wall as expected. Instead, it was forced to stop five meters away from the window.
The red liquid slowly flowed down, revealing a red figure.
"Someone's here? And he's even invisible! "Someone exclaimed, pointing at the man who had revealed his figure after being doused with wine. "Don't tell me it's a wizard?"
"A wizard? Don't be ridiculous. Why would a wizard come here to assassinate us? If he wants us dead, he only needs to spit on us and we'll die a thousand times over. "Someone sneered.
"Wait, we'll know who it is." A talent pointed at the invisible man. "I remember Mister Komoen told me about invisibility spells. There's Phantom Concealment, which uses illusions to hide oneself, Spirit Concealment, which allows one to hide in another space, and Light Concealment, which creates illusions. The first two can only be learned by formal wizards. Below formal spells, only a level-0 cantrip can achieve invisibility — Light Distortion."
Mister Komoen was the guide of the wizard organization "Gravity Forest". He was a level-2 apprentice.
"Light and shadow are all over the place. As long as the person using this trick is touched by something, they will definitely appear."
"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that he's using an invisibility alchemy item. But even someone like Mister Komoen can't afford such an item. "
As the talent spoke, the invisible man who was splashed by the red wine revealed himself.
Angor looked at him and raised an eyebrow. It was a handsome young man wearing ragged clothes with an unruly look on his face.
Angor did not know who he was, but judging from the man's clothes and movements, he should be from a poor family.
A poor young man from a poor family and a noble, foppish prince.
The poor young man looked at Dove, who was bleeding profusely, with a bloodthirsty grin on his face. He was vaguely enjoying his revenge.
The once noble prince's eyes were filled with disbelief and hatred when he saw the poor young man's true appearance. There was also a hint of regret in his ferocious expression.
"Interesting. The story behind these two will probably be so ridiculous that Mana will gossip about it for a whole year." Angor chuckled as he recalled how Head Maid Mana gossiped about the infamous two-timing nobleman in Waterford.
Angor shook his head and prepared to leave the restaurant. He did not want to waste his time on such a ridiculous plot.
As soon as he stood up, a silver-haired, middle-aged noble-looking lady appeared at the scene.
Angor had heard of this elegant lady before. She was Lady Melinda, a level-3 apprentice who guarded The Redbud. She came from a wizard organization called Tower of Hurricane.
Since Madam Merlin had already appeared, then the fate of the poor boy who killed with a knife should be foreseeable … right … Eh?! Angor's eyes widened. Lady Melinda came to the center of the scene. She did not even care about Dove, who was half-dead on the ground. Instead, she looked at the young man with a surprised expression.
Lady Melinda waved her hand and wiped away the filth on the young man's body.
"What's your name?" Lady Melinda asked the poor young man.
"Easley. Lady Melinda, my name is Easley, "the young man answered politely. He did not say his surname because he did not represent a family. He was an orphan. His name was the name of the wolfdog of a noble who once served him. In order to get this name, he fought with the wolfdog until his body was covered in blood. In the end, he broke the wolfdog's neck, and the noble gave him the name "Easley".
"Easley. Very well. I'll remember your name. "
"Very good! Your mana source was extracted in such a short time … Is your spiritual power talent higher than 20? "Lady Melinda suddenly reached out a hand and touched Easley's forehead.
"As expected. Your spiritual power talent is naturally 23, which saves you a lot of time in the early stage. At least ten times faster than ordinary talents! No wonder you can extract your mana source so quickly. " Madam Melinda smiled and said to the youth, "Half a month ago, I told you about the principle of light and shadow. Since you can use it, it means that you already understand the basic knowledge of light and shadow. This is very good, very good!"
"You have to remember that the sorcerer's spells are based on knowledge and magic power. You can be considered to have stepped into the door of a beginner sorcerer-apprentice. From today onwards, you will move to the top floor."
After saying this, Madam Melinda turned around and left without looking back.
Dove, on the ground, was already dying. When Lady Melinda's beautiful figure disappeared from White Lotus Restaurant, Dove's hopeless eyes slowly became dull. In the end, no one came to his rescue. Dove's body turned cold in front of everyone's eyes.
The murderer, Easley. He looked at the cold corpse on the ground and smiled. Then, he turned around and left.
No one blamed him. No one dared to call him. At least on this ship, Easley had completed a transformation and became someone who could control the lives of others. Angor left quietly.
He now deeply felt that wizards did not distinguish between right and wrong. Good and evil were not worth mentioning in their eyes.
The Silverheron Royal Adept Legion behind Dove was from Madam Melinda's Adept faction. Even so, Madam Melinda still refused to help. She didn't even give Dove a glance. It was clear that wizards treated mortals coldly and cruelly.
After this incident, Angor worked even harder to eliminate his existence. Without power, the scythe of the Grim Reaper would always be on his neck. This was the reality, the stark reality of the World of Adepts.
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