Farlin Leonardo walked through the magnificent palace adorned with golden and silver patterns, receiving greetings from wizards in Secret Power Workshop magic robes along the way.
Farlin did not stop his strides, and they even quickened, showing a hint of nervousness and urgency, as if eager to et soone of great importance.
Upon reaching a secluded courtyard entrance, Farlin’s steps slowed down.
At the entrance stood a golden-haired witch with a graceful appearance, her snowy white chest prominently displayed. Seeing Farlin, she stepped forward to greet him.
"Is he inside?"
Farlin inquired, and the golden-haired witch nodded, speaking softly: "He purchased a large batch of Healing Potions from us. I didn’t have ti to consult you, so I sold them to him at half cost..."
"Is he injured?... You should have just given them to him. The Secret Power Workshop isn’t short of these few Magic Stones."
Farlin frowned slightly, then glanced at the golden-haired witch, his gaze briefly flickering over the exposed white skin at her chest, his lips moving quickly as he inquired about so matters.
The golden-haired witch’s face showed a slight blush, a resigned expression as she shook her head.
Farlin waved his hand, signaling for the witch to leave, and he composed himself before stepping into the courtyard.
This was a rather elegant and refined small garden, filled with various glowing plants of many colors. In one corner, a pool of still water held a few clusters of golden water lilies, where so small magical floating creatures joyfully swam beneath the lily pads.
Beside the pool was a gray stone round table, scattered with several transparent crystal balls of different colors, refracting so shifting light and shadows.
From the mont Farlin entered the courtyard, his gaze had been fixed on a figure standing in front of the round table.
That figure was a man in a black robe with silver edges, slightly bowing his head, showing a youthful and handso face, yet the white strands of hair falling on his shoulders added an inexplicable air of lancholy.
Seeing the young man, Farlin’s eyes flickered, taking a deep breath as he strode over.
"Damien."
Standing before the young man, Farlin softly called out his na.
The young man raised his head, and in the instant their eyes t, Farlin’s gaze was montarily lost and dazed until the young man called his na, pulling Farlin back to his senses.
"You..."
Farlin looked at the youth before him, filled with disbelief and astonishnt.
He worked hard to calm himself, managing a smile as he spoke: "Long ti no see, Damien."
Farlin smoothly sat down at the round table, saying, "A year ago, Ewaqu left so Magic Stones at the Secret Power Workshop, entrusting to arrange a trip to the Central for a friend of his. I didn’t expect the person he spoke of was you..."
"So when can I depart?"
Farlin was taken aback, as the directness of the inquiry threw off his plans.
"The Teleportation Array and the long-range airship are ready, but you could absolutely stay for a few more days, our Secret Power Workshop..."
"This ti, I’m afraid I can’t."
The young man interrupted Farlin calmly but with undeniable firmness.
"Next ti, Farlin, there are matters I must attend to imdiately."
Recalling the golden-haired witch’s ntioning of the youth buying Healing Potions, Farlin fell silent for a mont.
Before coming, having planned the ’hospitality’ for these days, he prepared many things that might interest the youth. Now it seed all were in vain.
"Very well."
Farlin spoke resignedly, "When are you planning to leave?"
"As soon as possible."
The young man paused and said, "Preferably right away."
"Then I’ll take you there now."
Farlin stood up, leading the young man out of the garden, to a grand hall heavily sealed by barriers, not relaxing until he watched the young man’s figure completely vanish in the center of the Rune Formation, letting out a long sigh tinged with a sense of loss.
"Clack—"
Soft footsteps sounded, and a figure walked slowly to Farlin’s side.
Seeing the newcor, Farlin imdiately bowed his head in respect, humbly addressing him: "Master."
The newcor was a handso middle-aged wizard, radiating the brilliance of a sunrise, wearing luxurious robes adorned with many crystals and gemstones in his hair.
"Was that the legendary Ronan Damien?"
The middle-aged wizard looked at the now-empty Teleportation Array, quietly speaking.
"Yes."
Farlin nodded, then gave a wry smile, saying: "Compared to the ti of the Genius Battle, he has grown even stronger.
When I first t him, I almost felt as though I was gazing up at the Star River when you first introduced to entry-level magic...
If I were to face him now, even with the ’Forbidden Blade,’ I fear I’d be defeated in a single face-off..."
"That’s only because you haven’t unlocked the true power of the ’Forbidden Blade’..."
The middle-aged wizard shook his head, then continued: "However, this Ronan Damien indeed has many remarkable traits beyond ordinary reach. He seed to sense my presence just a mont ago and has been very cautious in the direction I was hiding..."
"Uh..."
Farlin was dumbstruck, incredulously looking once more toward the direction Ronan had left.
"He is lauded as a prodigy born once in a century in the Southern Wizard World, admired even by Wizard Ronan of the Star School... It’s said he cos from a very ordinary background, and reaching this point is truly extraordinary..."
The middle-aged wizard turned to Farlin, speaking lightly: "To form connections with soone of his caliber, rather than exhaustively trying to cater and please, it’s better to enhance one’s own knowledge and strength so that the other party naturally recognizes you..."
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