Chapter 295 Conversation with the Cleric

After examining the abnormal condition of the elemental pool and its surroundings in detail, the female mage left and flew away, but before leaving, she told Shaoke, "The design of the stone tower must be large. Yes, reserve a teleportation array and a skylight on the top floor. I don't want to have to go through the door when I leave the stone tower." With that, she quickly activated her Flight and disappeared into the night.

"You shouldn't have agreed to her request." Mage Roman looked at Shaoke with some concern. "The design of this stone tower has already consumed a lot of your time. If you change it into a large laboratory, it will take even more time." She hesitated, uncertain. "If we can't finish it on time as she specified, I'm afraid she will blame us." She sighed softly, holding Shaoke's arm.

"She won't leave this task only to us." Shaoke patted Mage Roman on the head and kissed her forehead reassuringly. "She will gather more people to conduct research. I don't think we need to worry." Then he told the Female Mage that he also planned to build the stone tower, which put her somewhat at ease.

"I really don't understand why you want to live so high up." Mage Roman glanced at Shaoke with dissatisfaction before going to find Lan Wei'er and the White-robed Cleric for a chat. During the recent banquet, they hadn't been allowed inside, so Shaoke had organized a feast in the manor to allow the mages under his organization to relax.

"Yes, why live so high?" Shaoke was momentarily dazed, thinking of the high-level beings floating in the sky, the towering walls of the capital, and the corporate leaders of his previous life. All these thoughts flashed through his mind briefly before he suppressed them. He needed to focus on his cultivation to improve his chances of advancing.

"Mage Xueye." Just as Shaoke returned to the top floor to rest, the White-robed Cleric suddenly followed him. "Can I talk to you about something?" The White-robed Cleric looked at him awkwardly, then stepped closer and even took his arm.

They casually sat on a stone bench by an elemental pool, quietly watching the water condense and dissipate. "I'm about to advance to the Sixth Rank now," the White-robed Cleric suddenly said with a slight smile.

Shaoke was delighted to hear about her advancement and congratulated her, then shared that he too was about to advance. The White-robed Cleric happily congratulated him in return. "What are your plans for the future?" she suddenly changed the subject.

"Build a mage tower," Shaoke replied casually. He felt no need to hide it, as once they started working, the cleric would easily find out.

"A mage tower?" The cleric looked puzzled. "Isn't it just a stone tower? It's only a laboratory." She reached her hand out to the edge of the pool. "If there's extra elemental water here, can I use it for bathing?" She looked at him expectantly. Bathing in elemental water could harm the body, but with certain medicines, it was manageable. More importantly, frequent use of elemental water could somewhat improve the talents of low-rank mages, and even more so for high-order practitioners, though since these effects weren't documented in books, low-order beings like them didn't know much about it.

"Of course you can." Shaoke glanced at the White-robed Cleric, noticing her golden hair was slightly tousled. He tidied it for her. "Since your mark is already here, I have no right to stop you. Besides, Mage Roman will agree." He fell silent.

"If it hadn't been for you back then, I might have died," the cleric said softly, leaning on his shoulder. "I once told him about it. He asked you to take care of me."

As the White-robed Cleric spoke, Shaoke's thoughts drifted back to that chaotic war era. At that time, he had led his team of mages to disobey orders, saving over a hundred mages including himself. The Bald Officer had thanked him then, though he hadn't fully understood why. Now he knew.

"We couldn't find his grave in the capital's cemetery." As he said this, Shaoke felt it was inappropriate, but words couldn't be taken back, so he waited in silence for the cleric's sorrow.

"He wasn't buried in the 33rd Corps' cemetery. He's in the general army's cemetery." The cleric spoke calmly, not showing excessive grief. "He asked you to take care of me." Suddenly, she straightened up, sensing Female Mage Roman's mental energy rapidly approaching. This was mainly because the laboratory wasn't fully under control, or she wouldn't have been able to detect others' mental or magical fluctuations.

"Mother, my guess was correct, wasn't it?" Following Roman was Mage Yisier and Lan Wei'er, who had inherited the Roman Family bloodline. "Mage Xueye, if you keep this up, I won't let Mother near you anymore." Lan Wei'er was very displeased with Shaoke's close behavior with the cleric and huffily stated her thoughts, but her words were selectively ignored.

"Go back to your room." Mage Roman frowned and patted Lan Wei'er's shoulder. "You should learn to respect high-order beings. If you say that to other mages, they will surely punish you." She then smiled apologetically at Shaoke.

Over the past ten years, the mages had been very busy, leaving her little time to be intimate with Shaoke, which reduced her chances of pregnancy. Consequently, she had become overly indulgent with this child.

Under her mother's request, Lan Wei'er pouted and left. The mages then sat around the elemental pool, chatting. Mage Roman controlled the elemental pool's magical fluctuations and suppressed those from the arrays, while under the Arcane Fire, the candles on the walls quickly lit, making the vast space feel even more serene.

"I'll go rest now." After less than a magic hour of conversation about spells, the White-robed Cleric suddenly remembered something and excused herself first. Mage Yisier gave the three of them an odd look before also deciding to go to a room to copy spells. She quickly caught up with the cleric, and as they conversed softly, they left. Due to the White-robed Cleric's slip, Mage Yisier kept glancing back at Shaoke and Roman with a strange look, deciding to ask the female mage tomorrow how she planned to repay Shaoke. Smiling to herself, she left.

After the two female mages left, Roman took Shaoke's arm and led him to her room. The rooms in the stone tower weren't large, especially on the third floor, where most space was reserved for future experiments. Though small, each room was divided into a rest area, a copying area, and a bathing area.

They tidied up the room, and Roman took out bedding from her magic bag and spread it on the stone bed. Then she personally removed Shaoke's robes, kissing his body until her head was buried in his lower abdomen. She stopped only when Shaoke's hands began to wander over her.

Their bodies entwined tightly. Finally, Female Mage Roman lay on the bed as Male Mage Shaoke entered her from behind. She couldn't suppress her moans. He gripped her rear firmly, kneading it occasionally. When both were spent, Shaoke lay on top of Roman, breathing heavily.

"Don't waste this opportunity." After a moment of caressing, Roman roused herself and began the usual spellcasting to increase the chance of conception. Shaoke could only watch in resignation, suddenly feeling that being a female mage wasn't easy. After some random thoughts, Roman finished the spell. She glanced at Shaoke, who seemed lost in thought, then lowered her head to kiss his manhood until he climaxed.

After the intimacy, they held each other quietly. Finally, Mage Roman stirred lazily and broke the silence.

"When do you plan to advance? If possible, don't delay." She ran a finger along Shaoke's face, lost in thought.

"If nothing goes wrong, I'll be able to attempt the Seventh Rank in about seven or eight days." Shaoke felt a surge of excitement. Once he became a Seventh Tier Mage, he could master Blink, the lifesaving skill of high-level mages, and learn the seventh-tier Death Gaze. Hunting seventh-tier mages would become much easier, and he might even be able to resist Eighth-order Practitioners to some extent.