Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique Chapter 895 - 895 44 Fish2

Chapter 895: Chapter 44 Fish_2 Chapter 895: Chapter 44 Fish_2 “You’ve changed, beco sowhat of a stranger.”

The newcor was extrely familiar with Lotson, or rather, the forr life of Lotson, the Saint of Nostrodamus.

He made this judgnt based on so very inconspicuous details.

And he didn’t hesitate to say it outright.

“Of course.”

Lotson grinned, showing eight neat teeth, and readily admitted, “I also found that I have changed, quite different from before.”

After a pause, Lotson’s smile faded, and he countered, “Otherwise, why would everyone treat as the reincarnation of a saint rather than as the Saint of Nostrodamus? Reincarnation is reincarnation. Even if the True Spirit remains unchanged, that’s just the core of a person remaining unchanged. If the accessories and decorations change, the person changes too.”

“How good would it have been if you’d had this mindset earlier?”

The newcor quite agreed with Lotson’s view on the core, accessories, and decorations and expressed a rich sense of regret regarding Lotson.

It seed that so of Lotson’s choices had led him down a rocky path, resulting in so unfavorable consequences and situations.

“Known earlier? How could there be so many instances of ‘if only I knew’ in the world?”

Lotson’s mouth twisted into a sneer, “Even Nostrodamus, who specialized in prophecies and curses as a Mysterious Sage Wizard, couldn’t foresee what was to co, leading to his demise and rendering many of his preparations for reincarnation ineffective. How could I, rely a reincarnation of a saint, do any better?”

“What are you trying to say?”

Electric arcs flickered in the newcor’s eyes, seemingly displeased with Lotson’s sowhat sarcastic way of speaking.

“Nothing much. Those who understand, understand; those who don’t, never mind.”

Lotson was in no mood to indulge the newcor, and shot back directly, “But those who understand and pretend not to really are shaless and despicable.”

“Is that so?”

The newcor was unmoved by Lotson’s sarcasm, forcibly changing the topic, “Do you think the person you are waiting for will co?”

“I don’t know.”

Lotson shrugged nonchalantly, playing ignorant, “I don’t want to guess either. If you know sothing and want to say it, then say it; if you don’t, then forget it. There’s no need to waste ti here with .”

“He will not co.”

The newcor looked deeply at the digressing Lotson, his voice a tad heavy.

“Is that so?”

Lotson mimicked the newcor’s manner and tone, squeezing out a sound through his nostrils.

As his voice fell, another person entered this void and joined the conversation, “Who won’t co? ?”

“Not you.”

“Not you!”

Lotson and the first newcor said in unison, using the sa words but different tones.

“Then I’ll go.”

The second newcor, seeing the situation, was very straightforward and left that parting remark before leaving the void.

Most impressively, this person also sealed and protected the coordinates of this void.

From now on, no one could co and go from this void at will.

To enter, one must gain the unanimous consent of Lotson, the first and second newcors.

“True Spirit is still as annoying as ever.”

Lotson suddenly let out a sigh, then turned to the first newcor, “Elents, you’re just as annoying too.”

“Is that so?”

The one called “Elents,” the first newcor, responded yet again.

It was as if “Is that so” were his catchphrase.

“Yes, it is.”

This ti, Lotson gave a very straightforward answer.

“Then in your opinion, what about Wise chanism, Body Refinent, and Beast Taming? Are those three annoying too?”

“They’re even more annoying than you.”

“That is truly an honor for .”

“Feel honored, then go enjoy it secretly.”

After a few exchanges, both Lotson and “Elents” shut up and stopped talking altogether.

Silence suddenly fell over the Land of Nothingness.

The second visitor, known as “True Spirit,” poked a head in, confusion in its tone, “Did your conversation break down? Why the silence? I was enjoying it! Keep going, keep talking. I like listening to you togging at each other, it’s quite entertaining.”

While speaking, “True Spirit” looked at Lotson and emphasized seriously, “During the years you were gone, I often missed the spectacle of you and Elents quarrelling with one another.”

“Shut up.”

“Zip your foul mouth!”

Once again, “Elents” and Lotson directed their ire at the impish “True Spirit,” scolding it in unison.

Their tones were similar, both filled with disgust and irritation.

But the words they used were slightly different.

“Elents” expressed a bit more anger in his choice of words.

Clearly, according to “True Spirit,” during the many years Lotson was gone, “True Spirit” must have frequently disturbed “Elents” with nostalgia for the past.

“Oh.”

With a low reply, “True Spirit” seed sowhat downcast, quietly withdrawing its head back into the Land of Nothingness.

The Land of Nothingness returned to silence.

However, it wasn’t long before “True Spirit” sneakily poked its head back in and weakly said to Lotson, “It seems the person you’re waiting for has arrived.”

With that, “True Spirit” gave a wink with its left eye.

A screen of light abruptly appeared in the Land of Nothingness, displaying a star region not far from here.

Great Sage Mitchell, who had just recently shared tea with Lotson, stood in the void of space with his hands behind his back, his lifeless eyes devoid of spark gazing ahead.

After a mont, those lifeless eyes started to show a hint of liveliness, turning slightly to change the direction of his gaze.

“Hey! Has he spotted us?”

“True Spirit” suddenly exclaid in surprise, pointing at Great Sage Mitchell on the screen who seed to be locking eyes with Lotson, and asked in amazent.

Lotson had no interest in humoring the impish “True Spirit” and calmly t Great Sage Mitchell’s gaze across the expanse.

On the other hand, “Elents” shot “True Spirit” a displeased look.

“What are you staring at?”

“True Spirit” was not going to put up with “Elents,” retorting fiercely, “Are you still upset about that ti I snatched Central Plains from you and forced you to the West Coast? Not to criticize you, Elents, but you should really open up your heart more. It’s just Central Plains, after all; you could try to take it back if you wished. As long as you can defeat .”

Upon hearing this, “Elents” glared at “True Spirit” again with great dissatisfaction but was too lazy to argue with such a pest and stepped forward, disappearing from sight.

“Hey! Wait a minute! Co back here! What do you an by this? Why the glare? Co back and explain yourself!”

Seeing “Elents” leave without a word, “True Spirit” was not happy and imdiately started chasing after him, cursing all the while.

But before leaving the Land of Nothingness, whether by accident or deliberately, “True Spirit” made a casual gesture that instantly moved the Land of Nothingness to the star region where Great Sage Mitchell was, and enveloped him in it.

Consequently, Lotson and Great Sage Mitchell found themselves face to face, instead of just looking at each other from afar.

A hint of indiscernible anger flickered in Lotson’s eyes.

“Elents” had co uninvited, and although Lotson was averse to it, he did not care too much.

It was rely an exchange of a few harsh words with no substantial impact.

“True Spirit’s” actions were not rely mischievous. They were filled with malice.

Frist Diomand’s scheming actually didn’t have many problems. Whether it was the Supre Council or those three Ninth Level Great Sages, knowing that Great Sage Mitchell had defected to the Celestial Civilization and, with support from the Celestial Court, had a high chance of becoming a Saint, they would not remain indifferent as they had before.

If not stopping him outright, they would at least put forth seventy to eighty percent of their effort.

In that case, the Revosorath College Advance Team might indeed be able to avoid danger amid the crisis and seize opportunities.

However, “True Spirit’s” private machinations took things in a completely different direction.

Not only was the Revosorath College Advance Team severely damaged, but also Lotson’s fishing plan had been completely foiled.

The fish might have co to him, but the real bait had been swallowed, the fake bait was still desperately trying to save itself, and the hook had not pierced the fish’s mouth, naturally lacking the process of tiring the fish out by letting it run.

Simply put, Lotson now had to fight a full-strength, desperate-to-survive, dying Ninth Level Great Sage.

If Lotson was willing to do that, would he have bothered with all the effort of laying bait or setting up a feeding spot?

So frustrating.

Damn!