??Chapter 61: Chapter 57: Alchemy Upgrade, The System’s “Backdoor” (Two in One)_3
Chapter 61: Chapter 57: Alchemy Upgrade, The System’s “Backdoor” (Two in One)_3
Many benefits to gain, the only drawback, it seed, was that it sowhat wasted Carly’s efforts.
Lucien turned his head slightly and stealthily glanced at Carly, who was at that mont diligently studying the alchemy blueprint. He felt sowhat guilty and withdrew his gaze.
However, with matters of learning, isn’t it reasonable for young people to make an extra effort?
With this thought, Lucien’s heart felt more settled, and a trace of a different emotion erged in his smile. He also strived to restrain himself from showing a fly-rubbing-hands expression in front of Carly.
“Lucien, my ntor?” Carly seed to notice Lucien’s expression. She looked up at him now, a bit puzzled.
“It’s nothing, take a look at this blueprint. If there’s anything you don’t quite understand, I can explain it again, but we need to hurry up a bit, after all, our work is not finished yet,” Lucien reminded her.
Listening to Lucien’s all-too-familiar speech, Carly began to form a rather bold guess in her heart.
Could it be… that the current version was only what Lucien, the ntor, believed she could handle at her limit, and not the limit of Lucien’s abilities?
At this thought, Carly couldn’t help but feel a sense of unreality.
She looked up sowhat uncertainly, then saw Lucien’s eyes, full of encouragent.
“Lucien, my ntor…” Carly looked down at the hunting bow on the experintal table, apparently understanding Lucien’s goodwill.
Lucien, the ntor, was doing all this for her… Was he gradually guiding her so that she could participate step by step in the repair of the hunting bow?
With that in mind, Carly softly closed her eyes, her emotions surging.
“Lucien, my ntor, I will try my best!” After a while, Carly opened her eyes, her tone determined.
If Lucien was considering her so much, she could not drag him down.
[Your student Carly looks up to you with admiration, Admiration Value
50]
When Lucien received this system ssage, he fell silent for a mont, a sense of guilt arising in his heart.
Of course, the guilt was fleeting. Soon, Lucien and Carly were imrsed in a new round of question-and-answer and teaching.
…
“This is also my last chance…” Lilia stepped out of the library with a book in her arms, determination in her eyes.
As a Third-level Wizard Apprentice who had attempted to beco a Formal Wizard three tis and failed each ti, her Spirit Sea had already beco extrely fragile due to the backlash of the failed promotions. If she tried to promote again, her Spirit Sea would collapse, and her head would explode.
But Lilia was not content. Moreover, if she did not promote soon, she would only have a few more decades to live.
Thus, although she knew there were traps in Bennett’s words, she was prepared to risk everything.
If successful, she would be reborn from the ashes. If she lost, then she was ready to die!
As Lilia was contemplating, suddenly, she saw a two-tailed black cat in front of her.
The black cat’s eyes glowed green, its vertical pupils focusing on her, and its two tails casually swaying behind it.
“My lord,” Lilia bowed her head, showing the humility due to a Formal Wizard.
“Do sothing for ,” the black cat spoke with a clear, childlike voice.
Lilia bowed but didn’t respond.
“If you agree, when you return from your mission, I am willing to give you one standard unit of ‘Crimson Rose’.” The black cat’s green eyes bore into Lilia, exuding an air of dominance. “But if you succeed in becoming a Formal Wizard, you must lend your help unconditionally five tis.”
Lilia’s eyes imdiately lit up.
Crimson Rose, that was the Magic Potion that could temporarily nd her Spirit Sea full of scars, giving her the chance to attempt the promotion to a Formal Wizard!
“I am willing, my lord,” Lilia bowed almost ninety degrees, then quickly completed the contract signing with the Formal Wizard represented by the two-tailed black cat.
Sigh—
The next mont, Lilia felt a stiffness throughout her body, uncontrollably trembling slightly.
A strand of silver hair was cut by an invisible blade, drifting toward the nearby two-tailed black cat.
During its flight, the strand of hair rapidly morphed, writhed, and finally beca a coarse cloth doll that resembled Lilia by fifty to sixty percent.
Lilia raised her head, her gaze complex as she watched the doll.
She knew, from the mont she signed the contract, if she failed to fulfill the entrusted task, her fate would turn incredibly grim.
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