Chapter 415: Chapter 414: The Fire of Rage
East Capital East Blade City, nearly a year later, Ivan returned here again.
Rapid Wood Tower, Locke noticed his approach and quickly opened the door to greet him.
“Boss, you finally ca back. If you didn’t return soon, I was planning to look for you.”
“It’s been less than a year.”
“Is that so? Haha, then I must have missed you too much, boss. It’s no wonder I felt so restless not seeing you for so long.”
Ivan paid no attention to Locke’s antics and introduced Angie, whom he brought back, to others, instructing Scented Butterfly to arrange for Angie’s stay on the second floor of the sorcerer tower.
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Typically, the second floor of the sorcerer tower housed servants and beast attendants, but since Ivan didn’t recruit any other servants, it couldn’t really be considered a place for servants.
Angie naturally had no objections; she had already been shocked by the changes in the human world, which were completely different from what she had learned from the docunts.
“Boss, didn’t you notice anything different?” Locke didn’t receive the praise he had anticipated and impatiently emphasized.
“Your aura is so unstable, it’s hard not to notice.” Ivan certainly knew what he was getting at and smiled, “Congratulations for breaking through to Level 3!”
“Hehe, I haven’t wasted this year after you left. I’ve been traveling east and west with the Silkworm Queen, cleaning up several Spiritual Body gathering points.” Locke waved the bracelet on his hand with a grin.
That had appeared when they were clearing the ambush of Spiritual Bodies in the Carl magic stone mine—a strange dinsion suddenly erged, and this was the item sent from that dinsion, the ‘Grindmaster’ credential.
By using this bracelet to clear Spiritual Body gathering points, he could receive feedback of power.
It was precisely through this that he managed to break the limits of Level 3, advancing to beco a Level 3 creature.
In the living room, Locke recounted nurous incidents about exterminating Spiritual Bodies, from gathering intelligence to heading for the assault, to completely destroying the gathering points’ special fields. Due to the Grindmaster bracelet’s restraint on Spiritual Bodies, the process of extermination t with no significant danger.
“By the way, why haven’t I seen Jenny around?” Locke had always felt sothing was off and finally ca to realize it.
“She stayed in the Komor Empire as the Holy Daughter.” Ivan said.
“What’s so good about being the Holy Daughter? She wouldn’t—” Hearing this, Locke was puzzled and frowned, so unsavory words were on the tip of his tongue but never made it out.
No wonder he felt that way since a split is to serve the original. With the boss back, it was too outrageous for Jenny to still be playing the role of Holy Daughter there.
“What are you thinking about? It’s not that Jenny doesn’t want to co back, but that she can’t.” Ivan shook his head slightly.
“Those dark elves are so domineering, how about we gather our forces right now and go back to snatch Jenny back?” Upon hearing this, Locke grew even more anxious and clamored to go over there and fight.
“We can’t beat them.”
“How is that possible?”
“It’s nice that you care, but our opponent isn’t the Komor Empire; it’s the Mother God behind them. Those dark elves are not weak either, possessing lord-level power too nurous to count on both hands. Just let things take their natural course.”
After hearing his words, Locke appeared sowhat flustered.
Ivan thought for a mont, then pointed a finger on Locke’s forehead, transferring part of the information about Jenny’s origins, making him understand that the situation was even more complicated than imagined.
Now, Locke was utterly stunned, his mouth agape for a long ti.
Once he digested the information received, Locke felt that breaking through Level 3 was not that much to brag about. Compared to Jenny’s circumstances, it hardly mattered at all.
Done for!
I, Locke, will never catch up to that woman again.
“Boss, should I go clear a few more Spiritual Body gathering points?”
“No need to rush. Wait until you’re proficient in controlling your newly acquired power.”
Sotis Locke gets overexcited, and Ivan obviously wouldn’t join him in that. In fact, Locke had not been at Level 3 very long, and his internal power seed unstable, requiring so ti to master.
After advancing to Level 3, the third innate ability awakened within him was quite peculiar, nad ‘Ragefire.’
It was completely different from his previous two abilities, ‘King’s Ode’ and ‘Spatial Acceleration,’ leaning toward ntal and emotional types. It likely awakened due to his Spiritual Body identity.
Ragefire was a fla born from seething rage, capable of igniting the fury within a creature’s soul, causing their mind to falter and emotions to spiral out of control, making it hard to maintain self-possession.
Ivan had not seen such ability before and couldn’t judge its strengths or weaknesses.
He tried it personally, and after being hit by the Ragefire, it indeed ignited a constant surge of fury inside him, making it sowhat difficult for him to remain calm, and every creature around him started to look annoying.
However, as a Level 3 sorcerer, he was able to forcibly suppress it.
But it was only suppressed, the fury did not extinguish, proving to be extrely troubleso.
“This ability is quite good. If used in the right place, it can produce unexpected effects. You should employ it judiciously.” After experiencing it firsthand, Ivan was quite satisfied with his ability.
“I know, it’s best used to trick others.” Locke’s expression showed understanding, and he smiled sowhat slyly.
“Any other news?”
“A few months ago, Sorcerer Doug successfully advanced to a Level 3 Sorcerer. He didn’t hold a celebration, nor did he send us any invitations. I had no choice but to send a little sothing to his residence in the East Capital as a gesture.”
“Not bad. What else?”
“Carl sent a letter over. It shouldn’t be anything urgent; I haven’t opened it yet.”
“Vice President Angus has asked when you would be returning. The City Lord’s Internal Affairs Officer, Sorceress Dorothy, also inquired once. They probably need your assistance with sothing.”
“——”
Locke then reported various trivial matters from the East Capital, in minute detail. None of it was particularly significant—as if there were major events, soone would surely visit the Rapid Wood Tower every two or three days to inquire.
Ivan casually opened Carl’s letter.
The letter revealed that the Black Prison had failed to apprehend Monde Watkin and had lost track of him. According to the speculations from the Black Prison, Monde could very likely have used his family’s Bloodline Power to advance to a Level 3 Sorcerer, which enabled him to shake off pursuit.
Carl also ntioned that he and his sister had gained appreciation and recomndation and would participate in the Black Prison’s trials, giving them the opportunity to join its ranks.
This surprised Ivan; he knew that the standards for new recruits at the Black Prison were exceedingly strict—these two shouldn’t be qualified.
However, the power wielded by the Black Prison was not to be underestimated. If the siblings could indeed join, it was undeniably an excellent path for them.
After reading the letter, he cast it from his mind. Carl and his sister were both Level 1 Sorcerers; matters concerning them were not his to worry about. Everyone has their own path to walk.
As for Monde, the forr Dean of the Mongna Ant Land Cottage, Ivan hoped the man would not stir up trouble, or else he would not hesitate to act decisively.
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In the northern region of Chanay Continent, there was an inconspicuous dium-sized city—Red Pine City.
In a small manor within Red Pine City, Carl and his sister Heidi lived. At the mont, they were discussing the upcoming new recruit trials at the Black Prison.
“Carl! Did you even hear what I said?” Heidi’s voice rose in displeasure from within the hall.
“Sister, what is it?” Carl snapped out of his reverie.
“What’s the matter with you? The initial trial is about to start soon, and yet you’re still so distracted. Is this how you honor our late grandmother and mother?” Heidi frowned and scolded.
“I’m sorry, sister.”
Seeing her brother’s regretful and confused expression also made Heidi feel uneasy.
After a mont, she let out a deep sigh.
“I’m sorry.” Upon hearing the sigh, Carl looked down and murmured.
“Carl, if you’re troubled by sothing, just tell . I’m still the sister you had when you were younger. I won’t hide anything from you; I’ll always be there for you.” Heidi said.
Hearing her words, Carl looked up at her intently for a long ti before hesitantly speaking.
“Did you get involved with Warden Agne? I’m not a fool; I know my own capabilities.”
“That’s right, it’s just as you guessed. I’ve pledged myself to Warden Agne, so he was willing to recomnd you for the Black Prison,” Heidi replied, her gaze lowering as she spoke the truth.
“I don’t need it.” Hearing his sister’s words, Carl couldn’t help but rise from his chair.
“It’s too late now, ntioning it doesn’t make a difference.”
“My talents don’t match yours, sister, you should go—”
“I can’t, he won’t allow to participate in the trial. Among the two of us, only you can attend. You must seize this rare opportunity for the Lidia family.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so headstrong and ignored Sorcerer Ivan’s advice at the ti—it’s—”
Carl slumped back in his chair, rembering the days inside the sorcerer tower. If only he hadn’t ignored the advice of others and repeatedly asked Ivan to visit Thousand Lights City, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.
“Carl! What I want to hear isn’t ‘I’m sorry,’ ‘I’m sorry,’ but the good news of you passing the Black Prison trials. Do you understand or not?” Heidi rebuked with a mix of frustration and disappointnt.
Her scolding was sowhat loud, causing Carl’s body to jolt as he stared blankly at her.
“Anything else you want to ask?” Heidi took a deep breath to calm her fluctuating emotions, her voice softening again.
“Last question, why didn’t you choose Ivan? He’s clearly more suitable than Warden Agne, and when he was still an apprentice, we had inadvertently discussed this matter. He wouldn’t reject you,” Carl mused before asking.
“There aren’t so many whys. I feel Agne is more suitable, that’s all.” Heidi responded indifferently.
That man was clearly the great elder of the academy and a mber of the Mongna Ant Land Cottage, revered and supported by many in the academy, yet indifferent to the deaths of its sorcerers—why would she ally herself with such a person?
At that mont, Carl seed to see through what was in her heart, understanding her resentnt for Ivan.
Carl opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say; in the end, he said nothing. He resolved to seize the opportunity in the trials, to carve out a path for himself and the Lidia family—an all-or-nothing endeavor.
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