Instead of reminding them, Flora glanced at the young man behind Lady Melinda with great interest — Easley.
Such a powerful spirit cloud, and such a lively spirit ripple. The corner of Flora's lips curled up. 'Good seed … A talent that can walk the path of spirit power.'
She rolled her eyes and used Levitation with a smile on her face. She flew to Easley's side.
"Are you interested in coming to Brute Cavern, young man? I can introduce you to a teacher ~ "Flora pointed at Easley's face with her pale finger.
Easley felt as if he had been electrocuted. His handsome face was dyed with a layer of pink.
Flora floated in front of Easley. Behind her was a cloud of mist. The Demon Falcons were shrieking. The air was moist, and his palms were sweaty. Everything seemed to have been frozen in time for Easley. Ever since his childhood sweetheart was killed by the Silver Heron Clan, this was the first time he felt alive.
Flora looked like a young girl. Her body was small and delicate, and her face was pure and innocent. However, her dark green eyes were extremely deep. Every slight movement of her eyebrows carried irresistible charm. It matched the feeling her voice gave off. It was a mixture of two different extremes.
Not only were her eyes seductive, but her clothes were also alluring. Her pinkish-brown hair was braided into the shape of a stamen. Only a few strands of hair were left behind near her ears. A dark red lace veil covered her hair and half of her face. Her blood-red gauze dress was slightly transparent, with dark red roses embroidered on the pleats.
She was not wearing any shoes. Her smooth and fair bare feet could be vaguely seen in her transparent dress.
To Easley, every part of Flora, from her bare feet to her pink nose, was provoking him. He did not even know where to look.
"I-I-I …" Easley swallowed and tried to answer. But for some reason, he stuttered as soon as the words left his mouth.
Flora's eyes were full of joy. She looked like she had gotten her way. Before leaving Brute Cavern with Sunders, a wizard friend she was quite close with learned that she was going to fetch a talent. He once asked her to find a talent whose spiritual power was above 20. It seemed that he needed someone with such a talent to help him design a spell.
However, she did not see anyone like that on her way here. She did not expect to run into one here.
If she could bring Easley back to Brute Cavern, she could at least get a generous reward from that wizard. She did not care about other rewards. She had been researching the source of a blood-borne plague in the past few years, and she needed a pathogen from Abyss from the Tainted Plane. And her wizard friend happened to have such a thing.
As for what would happen to Easley in the hands of the sorcerer who was known for his cruel experiments on human brains, that had nothing to do with her.
"Easley? You don't want to? " Flora giggled and grabbed Easley's collar. With a gentle pull, the distance between them was shortened.
Easley could not say a word. He only felt his face blushing and his heart racing. Erotic images that he never imagined when he was a slave flashed across his mind.
Beside Easley was Madam Melia, the guide of the Tower of Hurricane. She was very confident about Easley's talent and believed that he could become a wizard in the future. She even secretly decided to bet on him. Once they returned to the organization, she would begin her plan. She did not expect Flora to show up out of nowhere. She was gnashing her teeth in anger, but she did not dare to say anything in front of Flora. She could only look at Easley anxiously, hoping that Easley would wake up soon and not be fooled by Flora's appearance.
However, Easley was still a young man who did not know anything. Under Flora's teasing, he did not even have the time to swallow his saliva. His mind was completely led by Flora.
"Okay …" Easley mumbled with unfocused eyes.
Flora giggled and was about to pull Easley away. Suddenly, she heard a cold humph.
"Flora! You want to take Easley away? Have you decided to declare war on the Tower of Hurricane? "
Flora squinted her eyes and looked at the speaker's direction.
Above the vast sea, a man and a woman wearing mysterious robes walked out of the thick fog. The middle-aged man wore a Black-Gold Wizard Robe, and he soared through the air. He tapped the short metal staff in his hand, and his body darted several hundred meters away. The young woman next to him was shrouded in splashes of water. She walked on the waves, and a black shadow that looked like a long belt could be faintly seen under her bare feet in the deep sea.
It was the middle-aged man who spoke.
"It's you, Jellal, the Mythril Innovator." Flora's voice was no longer seductive after she realized who the newcomer was. Instead, it was cold and plain. "What? He's willing to go, but you won't let him go? "
She then threw a mocking glance at Sabot, who had been pretending to be invisible.
The two newcomers were "Mythril Innovator" Jellal from the Tower of Hurricane and "Moray Girl" Heroline from White Coral Floating Island Academy. Both of them were official wizards, and both of them were quite famous, especially Jellal. As a wizard who specialized in alchemy, the title "Mithril Innovator" was enough to show that he had a deep understanding of the nature of metal elements.
Jellal was not that strong, but his identity as an alchemist gave him an extraordinary status in the southern wizarding region. Even Sunders would not want to become enemies with Jellal if it was not necessary.
For these two to suddenly appear here, there was no doubt that Sabot had tipped them off. That was why Flora purposely looked at Sabot after saying those words.
Sabot felt wronged. He was held hostage at Devil's Water by Sunders and Flora. They said they were looking for Barbie's Restaurant, but who knew if the two temperamental wizards would kill all the talents on the ship. He had Floating Mech City to back him up, so he did not fear them. However, his mission was to ensure that all talents reached Fey Continent safely. As a precaution, he warned the three organizations behind the talents on the ship.
Jellal arrived in front of them in an instant. He first nodded to Sunders seriously. When he saw that Sunders did not intend to interfere, he spoke to Flora.
"Flora, take a closer look at Easley's spirit circulation. He has learned the Nirvana Hexagram Channeling from our Tower of Hurricane. You want to take Easley away by force? Are you trying to pry into our secrets? "
In the wizarding world, every wizard organization had their own channeling methods. Prying into someone else's channeling method might result in enmity with the organization. However, it was only a possibility. It was not absolute. There were good and bad channeling methods. For most wizard organizations, the channeling methods they passed down were for the general public, and the efficiency of channeling mana was not high.
Moreover, in the Sorcerer's World, most Sorcerers came and went as they pleased. They were used to being free. It was not a big deal to pass down a channeling method by chance. Of course, those precious or even rare channeling methods had their own anti-theft measures. Such channeling methods were usually given to the core members of a wizard organization, and there were many restrictions.
So far, there were almost no wars between wizard organizations because of channeling methods.
However, Jellal had no problem using this excuse to shut Flora up.
Flora's eyes glowed green. She glanced at Easley and saw the model constructed by his spirit power. It was just as Jellal said — a hexagram with half-solid, half-dotted lines.
Flora humphed. "It's just a crappy structure. I can figure out its original form with a single glance. Who cares?"
With that, Flora flew back to Sunders' side and ignored Easley.
Easley looked hesitant. He felt a little disappointed. When Jellal noticed this, he gave Easley a glare and scolded with a terrible look, "Get behind us. You're making a fool of yourself."
Easley's face turned pale. He gulped, lowered his head, and stepped back in fear. However, no one noticed that there was a trace of malice in his eyes, and the fists hidden in his sleeves were tightly clenched.
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