Baiyi did not know that someone had given him a final confirmation. He was busy setting up the transportation portal. He had already ordered the necessary materials from the Sorcerer's Association, and now, he needed to proceed with the preparatory steps.
What was slightly displeasing, however, was the fact that Baiyi seemed to be in high spirits, but his students were not. This was especially true for the girls. Compared to a relaxing outing, they were more interested in celebrating Grace Day. After all, Grace Day was the biggest celebration of the year, and it was the favorite holiday of the little ones. Little Mia, for example, had already made plans to go to her house to have fun, so it would be a little rushed if they had to go through all the hassle.
"It's okay, don't worry. We'll definitely be back before the festival starts," Baiyi lied guiltily. Baiyi lied guiltily. He had no other choice. It was not that he did not want his students to celebrate the festival, but there was someone who did not want him to celebrate the festival. Since he had become Baiyi's student and had such an excellent teacher, it was only natural for him to pay the price, right?
In short, the transportation portal was completed two days later. Perhaps this was one of the benefits of being certified as an Immortal-level student? The Sorcerer's Association quickly delivered the materials he had ordered, and the equipment and supplies needed for camping in the wilderness had already been purchased. The girls were forced to change out of their pretty short skirts and put on sturdy clothes that were not so pretty, and they gathered in front of Baiyi.
"Before we depart, I'll say this one last time: all of you must listen to my and Master Aya's instructions. Do not mess around. We're going to a new realm that no one has ever set foot in before. This is equivalent to a small-scale realm expansion! I'm sure you all know the dangers of realm expansion, so no matter how careful you are, you can never be too careful … "Baiyi turned his back to the transportation portal and gave his students one last reminder of the precautions they had to take. He had actually taken the time to explain it to them the day before.
Aya stood beside him, and the dragon-lady looked quite happy. As long as she could be with Baiyi, she would be happy no matter what happened.
"Ugh … Why do I feel so worried?" Little Mia said with a frown as she ran her fingers through the ends of her hair. For the sake of traveling in the wilderness, her long black hair was tied into a single ponytail.
"It's okay, Mia. Nature is our best friend." Nota the fairy quietly held her little hand and comforted her. As someone who was born in nature, she naturally would not object to such activities.
The other brat, Mordred, who was not opposed to outdoor sports, held Mia's hand and said, "Don't be afraid, Mia. I'll protect you. I'm super fierce and super strong!"
One by one, Baiyi and his family stepped into the portal. Baiyi took the lead, and Aya brought up the rear. One by one, they disappeared into the light of the portal.
Not long after they left, a few maids from the Wright Family arrived at Baiyi's mansion. They had been requested by Baiyi to look after the mansion for the past few days, but before they could even get to work, a sudden wave of drowsiness washed over them, and they slumped onto the floor and fell into a deep slumber that no one could wake up from.
A few moments later, four shadowy figures appeared in the mansion. All four of them were cloaked in cloaks and hoods, which made them look like typical suspicious characters. One of them took a look at the four witches, who had fallen asleep, and pulled out a few throwing knives from his sleeves, ready to kill them!
"Wait a minute. I don't recommend that," another cloaked figure said. Another black cloaked figure spoke up. "Don't create unnecessary problems at this time. It might cause unnecessary trouble." He squatted down beside the maids and looked at the insignia on their clothes. "They're from the Wright Family. There's no need to provoke them."
"Pfft ~" The man who was still holding the flying knives in his hand snorted unhappily. A few flying knives danced around his fingertips, creating a few beautiful knife flowers. He then put them back. He was a little depressed and wanted to sit down on the sofa, but another tall black cloaked man quickly pulled him back.
"Do not touch anything in this house!" The man shoved him far away from the sofa. "This mansion is under the surveillance of a mysterious enchantment. Touch it and it will alert Hope."
The Black Cloak who was playing with the knife pushed away his companion's hand unhappily and asked in a low voice, "Are you so afraid of him? You even spent three whole days preparing to put a few maids to sleep? And now you still don't dare to do anything? "
"Be patient, young man," the last cloaked figure said. His voice sounded very strange. It did not sound like the voice of a normal human at all. Instead, it felt more like the voice of a dead person. His every move and gesture did not seem like a human's. Instead, it exuded a thick aura of death and decay.
"I don't want the plan we've worked so hard to prepare to be ruined because of these small mistakes. If you really can't learn patience, then perhaps death will teach you true patience," the cloaked figure threatened.
"Tsk, the dead are really patient." The Black Cloak who was playing with knives was not afraid of such a threat. He retorted, "I just don't know if you will still be so calm if you die again?"
"Oh? Why don't you give it a try? "
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the black-cloaked man who spoke first quickly cut in between the two people who were confronting each other maliciously, trying to smooth things over. "Please don't be like this, you two. Although we don't usually have any contact with each other, since it was the High Lord who gathered us to form a hunting team, we should still have at least a tacit understanding and maintain the minimum level of mutual respect."
Perhaps it was because of the name of Godsfall's High Reverend, but the two cloaked figures, who looked like they were about to fight each other, finally remembered what they were here for. After keeping a certain distance from each other, the cloaked figure said, "So, what are we waiting for now? That hope has already escaped, and we still have to waste time here meaninglessly? "
"This isn't a meaningless waste of time. We're waiting for our last person, the leader of this operation," the tall and sturdy black cloaked man explained.
"I don't like to be ordered around by someone who has no sense of time," the cloaked figure said impatiently.
"Oh? Then what kind of people do you like to be ordered around? " An unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out from behind them. They turned around cautiously and saw a man with a particularly strong physique suddenly appear behind them. He was not wearing the same black cloak as the others. Instead, he was wearing a plain and unassuming linen shirt. It was a unique style only found in the Northern Land. His appearance and temperament were very similar to the Northern warriors. Even the common language he spoke had a thick Northern accent, which made it sound very awkward.
However, the few people present, including the careless throwing knife player, did not dare to question his attire, nor did they dare to question his accent. This was naturally because of the faint Holy Spirit level power fluctuations coming from his body.
A Holy-level Northern Martial Artist! As one of the most powerful beings in the world, it was only natural for them to enjoy such respect.
"Tsk, tsk. Not bad, not bad. A Holy-level warrior …" The cloaked figure sighed. His body trembled slightly, and a few specks of cold light suddenly appeared in the air. The light streaked across the air and pierced towards the Northern warrior.
The Northern warrior's left hand suddenly blurred, and when everyone could see it clearly again, three flying daggers as thin as a cicada's wing had appeared out of thin air.
"Heh, nice move!" The cloaked figure praised sincerely. He even whistled. "As expected of a Holy-level warrior."
"I'm not what you call a warrior. I'm a warrior," the Northern warrior said stubbornly. The Northerner said stubbornly. He tightened his grip on the daggers, and the daggers were crushed into small iron balls. He glanced at the Black Cloak, who was playing with the daggers, and continued, "You're fast, but not fast enough. You're not strong enough, and your strength is lacking."
He flicked his finger, and the cloaked figure saw something flash in front of his eyes. Then, he felt a burning sensation on his face. When he touched his face, he realized that it was red.
"I don't want this to happen again," the Northern warrior said coldly. His fingers trembled slightly, and a buzzing sound came from the cloaked figure's back. The cloaked figure turned around and saw that the metal ball formed by the throwing daggers was now floating in the air, vibrating slightly as the Northern warrior moved.
When he flicked the metal ball at the cloaked figure's face, he used his combat aura to control it so that it would not touch anything else in the arena.
It was obvious that the Southern warriors did not have such control over their combat aura. This had nothing to do with the strength of their combat aura, it was simply a different path of development.
However, it was obvious that for a mage who had a fragile body and needed to rely on high-speed mobility, the swift and accurate warrior before him was more of a threat. It was no wonder that he could become the leader of this special hunting team. The guy who played with the flying dagger could only cover his face, not daring to say a word.
"You are indeed skilled, sir! No wonder the High Reverends wanted us to wait for you to arrive. " The black-cloaked man quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. He was tall and muscular, but compared to the Northerner, he was much smaller.
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