Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique Chapter 941 - 941 65 Shackles Bonds2

Chapter 941: Chapter 65 Shackles? Bonds!_2 Chapter 941: Chapter 65 Shackles? Bonds!_2 Until now, the mission has not been canceled.

Since it hasn’t been canceled, it must be completed.

Unfortunately, Wizard Grande didn’t take the bait. The dici Sage must have been disappointed at losing a topic to observe and record.

The reason for his quick return to calm was because there was still a lot of ti ahead to spend together.

There were plenty of opportunities to find sothing worth observing and recording.

The starship sailed through the stars.

The wandering palace road the starry sky.

One appeared to have a clear objective, yet every word and deed were observed by others, constantly magnified;

Another seed aimless, but where to go and what to do were influenced, even controlled by others.

Link Grande embarked on a path to confront his “predetermined destiny,” exploring questions, looking for clues, and staying busy.

Celestial Lord Michelle, ensconced within his wandering palace, silently endured his destiny being bound, maintaining a calm deanor, leisurely and carefree?

Who knew which was real and which was false?

After all, when the false is taken for true, true becos false, where there’s absence in presence, presence in absence.

True or false, exist or not, how can one be certain?

Amidst the true and the false, the starship arrived at a spaceport of the High Council’s Parallel Universe Office.

This spaceport mainly provided starship maintenance, crew rest, and logistical support, it was a temporary camp located at the passage between two universes, one of the critical nodes on the essential path to the Monster civilization.

The Revosorath Academy Advance Team set off from this temporary camp towards the warti defense zone, stopping here for a brief respite and resupply.

“Wizard Grande, we have arrived.”

After the starship docked, the dici Sage softly awoke Link, who had been resting with eyes closed for over two days.

Yes, the position previously occupied by Celestial Lord Michelle’s wandering palace was already very close to the border between the Celestial and Monster civilizations.

Or more precisely, located above the midline of the battlefronts of several major border armies of the Celestial civilization and the frontier forces of the Wizard civilization.

The Celestial Court and the Supre Council, working together, bound Celestial Lord Michelle’s destiny, making him a communication hub between the two civilizations, or an “arbitrator” when disputes arose over interests, naturally he had to be utilized.

“Alright, thank you, dici Sage.”

Link opened his eyes, offered a sincere thanks, then followed the dici Sage and his team mbers off the starship.

The party of seven, no longer in disguise, entered the spaceport with their true identities and appearances.

Upon entering the spaceport smoothly, the dici Sage led Link straight to the core area of the spaceport.

The High Council had a liaison point in each spaceport, along with a contingent of ard guards.

The ard guards were deployed in a multi-dinsional array, and naturally, the liaison point was heavily fortified.

Safety checks were constant along the way, but with the dici Sixth-level Sage, a High Council insider backed by the Elent Sage, Link had no trouble reaching the liaison point.

They t Lotson, who was wearing an ostentatious straw hat, a flamboyant shirt and patterned shorts, with flip-flops on his feet, pretending to be enjoying a sunbath on a seaside beach.

It was unclear what had provoked or inspired him to do such a thing.

“Yo, Brother!”

As soon as he saw Link’s arrival, Lotson sprang up, holding a cocktail-like drink in his left hand, arms wide open, bending over and shouting a strange and quirky phrase.

Link frowned slightly, taking a step back to avoid Lotson’s enthusiastic embrace.

This scene felt familiar, as if he had seen it sowhere before.

Just as Link was about to search his mory for the source of this dejà vu,

Lotson’s antics attacked again, shouting bizarrely, “Yo bro, thin old man, let’s go together.”

No need to search his mory any longer, Link rembered it all.

It was a scene from the movie “New World,” a Korean gangster film he had seen in a previous life.

Now, the question was, how did Lotson know about this scene, and why did he stage such a performance.

With curiosity building up, Link imdiately asked, “Why are you doing this? Just for fun? Or is there a deeper aning?”

“Ah!”

Saint Lotson exaggeratedly sighed, rolled his eyes, and said irritably, “My dear big brother, could you not play along just a bit?”

“I cannot.”

Link responded succinctly and coldly, flatly refusing.

“Heh…”

Saint Lotson scoffed, “I knew you couldn’t.”

As the words fell, Saint Lotson snapped his fingers, and his attire and deanor switched in an instant, returning to normal.

It was only then that the dici Sage stepped forward to greet him, “Greetings to Saint Lotson.”

Even though the Wizard’s Level Saint Lotson displayed was that of a Fourth-Level Sage, how could the dici Sage dare to treat him as one?

A Reincarnated Saint is still a Saint.

After all, they could regain their Saint Position and power anyti at a certain cost.

“I’m not a Saint yet; no need to be so polite.”

Saint Lotson waved his hand and spoke warmly, before abruptly changing the subject and instructing, “My dear big brother here is in my care, you go on with your business.”

“Yes, Saint.”

The dici Sage responded and left with his team mbers.

However, after turning around, a note was made: on a certain year, month, and day, Wizard Link Grande t with Saint Lotson at a certain place, and the content of their conversation could not be recorded—attention from several parties is required.

This note, along with the detailed record of Link’s eting with Celestial Lord Michelle, was sent to a special encrypted “server” within the Supre Council.

There were less than ten Wizards within the entire Supre Council who had access to browse this encrypted “server.”

Saint Lotson withdrew his gaze from the dici Sage with a smile, and chuckled, “How does it feel to work with old shady Elents?”

Link corrected seriously, “I am only cooperating with the Supre Council represented by the dici Sage; I don’t yet have the qualifications to discuss cooperation with the Elent Sage.”

Saint Lotson ignored Link’s correction, seizing upon a point to laugh mischievously, “So you’ve assud in your heart that the old shady Elents is the Elent Sage, haha… interesting. I wonder what he would think if he knew.”

Link remained silently speechless.

It wasn’t that he was truly caught out without a reply; he simply didn’t wish to engage in such topics.

Failing to receive a defense or retort from Link after a while, Saint Lotson laughed for a bit, but finding it uninteresting, he stopped laughing and frowned, “You ca to see for a reason, speak directly.”

“I wanted to ask what you think of Celestial Lord Michelle,” Link said bluntly, since you asked to speak directly, I will.

“Don’t think much of it; watching standing, lying down, sitting.”

Saint Lotson replied nonchalantly.

Seeing this, Link realized Saint Lotson did not want to discuss anything related to Celestial Lord Michelle, so he dropped the idea of probing further.

Silence fell between the two.

This silence was sowhat awkward.

The topics Saint Lotson wanted Link to be interested in, such as the scenes and dialogues from the movie “New World,” were only superficially noticed by Link; once Saint Lotson veered slightly off course and didn’t give a direct answer, Link shifted his attention, not overly keen to know what Saint Lotson wanted him to know.

The opinions Link wished to gain from Saint Lotson, Saint Lotson genuinely didn’t want to give or possibly couldn’t give.

It ant there were no common topics between the two anymore.

Fortunately, the two were just sworn brothers; without common topics, at most they would go their separate ways, with no other consequences.

However, there’s that saying—Saint Lotson still couldn’t let Link go his own way just yet; they needed to stay tied together a bit longer.

Thus, Saint Lotson took a deep breath, made a compromise, and spoke solemnly, “Michelle has her destiny, you have yours, and there’s not much entanglent between your two fates.”

Link beca thoughtful, quietly waiting for Saint Lotson to continue.

Saint Lotson went on to say, “Due to so past events, my fate is highly entangled with yours; your fate, in turn, is highly entangled with the Wizard World Will. If you don’t believe , think back on how much help the Wizard World Will has given you in your growth. Once you understand this issue, you’ll really know where to go next?”

After hearing this, Link suddenly recalled a saying from Elise.

It’s not a shackle, it’s just setting the frawork!