After a long while, the Manchester Monarch finally turned the page to the last one.
"An astonishing idea, an astonishing concept. This all-encompassing idea—those who take this path are perhaps not trying to beco a Mage, but rather...
they want to seize all knowledge and ultimately embody power itself."
He glanced at the tir inside the Magic Airship, his lips slightly curved upward. He began to anticipate eting this young man at the Magic Festival.
Because as he aged, though his body remained strong, the Manchester Monarch sotis found it troubleso that his overly powerful and active Spiritual Power seed to burden his body.
The Manchester Monarch vaguely rembered that over a hundred years ago, he never felt ntally tired just from reading a research manuscript.
He knew this was because the information recorded in the manuscript was too astounding, causing him to involuntarily employ all of his brain's computing and reasoning capabilities to attempt sketching out the future path of the War Mage in his mind.
The fatigue he felt from reading other manuscripts vanished in an instant, and he was like a child holding his beloved toy, repeatedly browsing the manuscript from beginning to end.
Every ti he returned to read from the start, he could clearly sense the indifference towards text and power that Viscount Helois had poured into the writing.
It's not that Viscount Helois didn't value it; rather, he seed accustod to absorbing knowledge and thoroughly breaking it down, integrating it into the system he depicted. Thus, each ti the Manchester Monarch read it, he seed to glean more inspiration and insight.
Undoubtedly a masterpiece. From the perspective of the Manchester Monarch's Elf mind, he couldn't comprehend how soone at this age could have such vast knowledge akin to a magical library.
Does he not need to think when absorbing knowledge?
And what about those hidden things among them that have yet to be exposed...
"What nonsense of a War Mage, this is clearly a Universal Scholar attempting to connect with and control all the powers understood in this world. Systems, theories, thods—all are unimportant to him; it's enough to tear them up and use them as his own nourishnt.
What a War Mage, and such a Helois."
The Manchester Monarch muttered in ancient Elf Language, indiscernible to others, once more directing his gaze at the projection of the thesis on the Magical Device.
After contemplating for a mont, he again devoted all his ntal energy to reviewing the War Mage theory.
By the ti he ca to his senses, the afternoon had quietly slipped by.
"Teacher, teacher, teacher!!!"
Amidst the calls from his student, the Manchester Monarch finally returned to his senses, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Has it arrived?"
The young Elf nodded and said, "Yes, teacher, we've arrived over the Golden City. We're about to enter the city's air safeguard zone, and the subsequent communication and docking will need you to handle."
The Manchester Monarch nodded, his lips curling into a smile, and he said, "I am indeed eager to et the person who wrote this. Another Magic Monarch is about to be born here."
Upon ntioning this, the Manchester Monarch expressed a bit wistfully:
"Humans truly are a uniquely privileged group. I wonder when fate will favor our Elf Clan again to produce a reliable Magic Monarch, so that I may finally rest."
"Teacher, haven't you always said you never wished to believe in fate?" The young Elf Mage curiously asked, "Why so many sighs today?"
"Probably out of jealousy..."
The Manchester Monarch said softly, "Watching the human world rise and fall, it feels as if seeing the world ruler of the next millennium erge, while our Supre Forest has dimd over the years...
Whenever I think of this, what Elf with blood still flowing in their veins wouldn't feel sorrow and pain?"
Finally, he looked at his proud student, hesitated for a mont, then asked:
"Child, I am old, and my ways of thinking differ from your generation of Elves. From your perspective, should we draw nearer to the humans?"
The Elf Mage scratched his head helplessly and said, "Have you not already decided long ago on this matter, teacher?
If there were a choice, considering your nature, you probably wouldn't seek others' opinions. You've always been such."
"Indeed, it's always been so... I should've resolved long ago. Shortly, I will communicate with the Guardians of the Golden City about landing arrangents.
And you, child, reach out to the Elf King, concerning the cooperation plan for the Elf Blood Pool, integrate the Bell Federation into it."
The young Elf Mage raised his head in astonishnt and said, "Teacher, the Elf Blood Pool plan pertains to our Elves' next millennium strategy. Why bring humans into it?
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