Saul only felt that as soon as he finished asking his question, Pei'er's expression suddenly changed.
It beca pale, beca terrified, and when Saul wanted to step forward to comfort her, she staggered back two steps.
Her lips kept trembling.
The gentle breeze beca like knives, leaving cuts on Saul's cheeks and arms.
This wasn't Pei'er attacking Saul.
This was her magic power going out of control due to fear!
A layer of magic armor imdiately appeared on Saul's body surface. Then, instead of retreating, he continued forward, braving the blade-like wind around Pei'er, slowly trying to grasp her arm.
Although he didn't know why Pei'er was suddenly showing such fear.
But he knew this was absolutely not the ti to worry about such things. Pei'er's magic power suddenly going out of control was a precursor to being polluted.
However, just as Saul's hand was about to grab Pei'er's arm, a thunderous roar suddenly ca from the distance, reaching through heaven and earth, as if the world itself was being twisted by it.
A visible shock wave caused the entire Lake Island to begin trembling.
Although Saul wouldn't lose his footing from such a small amplitude of tremor, he was still briefly distracted by that enormous sound and montum.
"What is that?"
Saul turned back, wanting to comfort Pei'er first before going to investigate, but discovered that Pei'er had completely ignored the distant commotion. Taking advantage of Saul's distraction, she flew directly away from Rhine Lake toward the cliff direction—escaping.
"She's afraid of ."
If Saul still didn't understand what Pei'er was fearing now, he would have been a wizard for nothing all these years.
But he still had so doubts—why did Pei'er beco afraid of him after ntioning voices from the sky?
The ice layer of Rhine Lake made cracking sounds, and mushroom trees burst with clusters of snow-white spores.
The turquoise sky darkened in a short ti.
The humid atmosphere of an approaching storm made even breathing feel stagnant.
In such a mont of upheaval, Saul still looked up, staring fixedly at the sky.
"Voices from the sky? What's in the sky?"
"Stars?"
The next second, Saul suddenly lowered his head, turned toward where the shock ca from, his gaze sharp.
"Again—Old Days Manor!"
...
Half an hour before the shock occurred.
Luke slowly walked to the front gate of Old Days Manor.
A first-rank wizard followed behind him.
But it was no longer the sa one Saul had seen half a year ago.
The original one had already rotted away.
Although the resurrection magic that had once allowed him to show off in front of everyone hadn't lasted very long, it had already made him feel he wasn't much inferior to Gorsa during his second-rank period.
Now he just lacked an opportunity to advance to third-rank.
As long as he could advance to third-rank, he would have a chance to completely catch up with Gorsa in the future.
Today he didn't ride a flying shuttle, but ca to Old Days Manor in a more concealed manner, precisely to seize that opportunity to advance to third-rank.
Luke paced to the manor's front gate, raised his hand and waved. A black, rotting arm erged from underground, mimicking Luke's gesture and lightly knocking twice on the gate.
The once-dangerous Old Days Manor showed no abnormalities.
"Seems like all the potential here has been exhausted. Really don't understand what Miss Lucy keeps living in this place for."
If not for advancent needs, Luke would prefer staying at the Stargate Council.
The knowledge reserves and magical resources there were more abundant.
Of course, the competition was also more intense.
Before long, Luke heard footsteps.
He raised his hand, gesturing for the first-rank wizard behind him to co over.
This first-rank wizard hadn't been following Luke for long and still trembled nervously when approaching him.
Luke wiped his hand across the follower's face, and the other's mouth disappeared.
Luke then rubbed his hand over the lower half of his own face, and the follower's mouth appeared on Luke's face.
Only the originally downturned corners of the mouth were now turned up high.
As if he had encountered sothing particularly worth celebrating.
He had just finished installing the stolen mouth when the gate of Old Days Manor opened.
Lucy appeared at the door, expressionless but unusually wearing a dark blue wizard robe.
"Good afternoon, Miss Lucy." Luke perford a simple bow, smiling as he greeted Lucy.
"Have you completed the ice sealing formation?" Seeing it was Luke, surprise flashed in Lucy's eyes, but she quickly suppressed her emotions.
Luke said frankly, "Of course not. That's a formation personally designed by a fourth-rank wizard—I'm not that conceited."
"Then what are you here for?"
"Naturally to ask Miss Lucy to tell how this Ice Lock formation should be done. As the child of the person who posed the question, you should know what the correct answer is, right?"
Lucy gasped. Even if Luke had told her he had already completed the formation design, she wouldn't be as surprised as she was now.
However, she still maintained the elegant persona of the Stargate young lady. "I don't have the answer here. I also hope you won't try to get answers from . Great-grandfather posed this question—perhaps there's an answer, perhaps not. But his original purpose was to hope he could obtain better solutions from your batch of excellent second-rank wizards."
Luke shalessly spread his hands. "But Miss Lucy, I prefer destroying then repairing. I really have no interest in this ice sealing thod. How can you expect soone as uninterested as to do Lord Alick's exercises?"
This ti Lucy was truly angry. She had to clench her fists tightly and tremble slightly to avoid directly casting spells at Luke.
"You're soone great-grandfather selected. Doing this will sha great-grandfather."
Luke stepped forward, walking to the bottom of the steps before the porch, looking up at Lucy, who wasn't very tall but radiated trendous presence.
"I know. That's why I ca privately. You just need to tell the answer. Once I advance to third-rank, I'll naturally have plenty of ti to help the Chairman design new formations to seal Storm Eyes. Besides, you said external help was allowed."
"So seeking help from the question-poser is also a very normal approach, isn't it?"
Lucy's chest couldn't help but heave violently once, and her beautiful eyes narrowed.
Just as Luke raised both hands to his ears and pressed down twice, wanting Lucy not to be so agitated, he suddenly heard murmuring from Lucy's mouth.
"Thunder's fury, shake the four seas; sword of law, sever evil. I, Lucy Golden Thunder, request your favor, Thunder Lord Alick. Please send down your great power, use lightning to drive away the rebel before my eyes!"
Luke was stunned. Just as he was about to say sothing, he saw Lucy clasp her hands together, and a ter-long lightning-shaped spear suddenly grew between her palms.
Lucy's gaze was ice-cold. Without giving Luke any chance to speak, she used all her strength to hurl the lightning spear at Luke.
Luke seed to be scared stiff, actually watching the spear descend with wide eyes, then violently pierce through his skull!
"You're not worthy... to be a candidate!"
Lucy gritted her teeth as she spoke these words.
Then, as if she had exerted too much force, her entire body began trembling involuntarily.
Her gaze slowly shifted to her own hands, as if she couldn't quite believe she had actually killed great-grandfather's chosen candidate in anger.
Before Lucy could break free from her confusion, she suddenly heard Luke's shaless, matter-of-fact voice again.
"The young lady is really angry. Seems like Chairman's mory protection asures have protected you too naively."
(End of Chapter)
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