Chapter 289: Deciphering Ancient Texts

I was just staying here quietly earlier." Shaoke knew what Roman meant by that. "We are in no danger here, but we cannot seize too much control over the streets." He added, "The control area of that mercenary group earlier won't need our management; someone else has taken it over. What we need to do is control this street and some surrounding ones." After speaking, Shaoke recalled what the Eighth Rank Female Mage had explained to him, and added, "What we need to do now is gather a large number of mages—those of Fourth Rank and above, we should recruit them all."

After the four spellcasters had talked in Shaoke's room for over two magic hours, the women went to the ready bath to bathe. Shaoke, after taking some auxiliary drugs, took out the golden book given to him by the Blue-robed Mage and began to examine it.

Since no interpretation had been done, the book appeared as merely a sheet of gold, occasionally with strange characters flowing across its surface. Such examination quickly made Shaoke uncomfortable.

A peculiar fluctuation soon caused turbulence in the mage's meditation space, but fortunately the calming effect of a silver light prevented any serious damage. Nevertheless, Shaoke felt that to stabilize the space, he had consumed a tenth of his stamina in that instant to sustain the silver light.

Putting the book away and taking a brief rest, Shaoke began interpreting the book's cover using the spells he knew. He chanted a series of Ancient Magic Tongue words, and a blue eye, the size of an infant's fist, appeared in the air. As the incantation ended, the blue eye suddenly shot out a beam of blue light, marking the official start of the interpretation.

Through gestures, Shaoke could more easily channel mental energy and mana into the spell to maintain its existence and consumption. The blue light shone on the golden book, which trembled slightly before calming down. Over time, magical characters merged into the book through the interpretation spell, and where the blue light touched, the golden glow slowly dissipated, though at a very slow pace.

When the interpretation light reached some of the text, Shaoke channeled a large amount of mental energy through the spell to merge into those characters, using his mental power to sense their composition and speed up the interpretation. This was immensely draining. After just one magic hour, only a tenth of the book's cover had been interpreted, mainly due to the numerous magical traps on it, which exhausted both his mental energy and mana. Given this, Shaoke had to stop for restorative meditation.

Just as Shaoke finished meditating, the three female spellcasters returned from their bath. Seeing the golden book before him, they were somewhat surprised, as they had never seen Shaoke with such a book before. The especially perceptive white-robed cleric quickly noticed the strange magical fluctuations from the book.

"You'd never interpreted those books before," the white-robed cleric couldn't help voicing her doubt, and Mage Roman and Mage Yisier nodded in agreement.

"The Death Mage Corps just handed it to me," Shaoke put the book away and lay lazily on the bed, adding, "I don't even know what this book is." He then took out another book for reading, setting aside the spell record work for now. He planned to do the writing the next day, as the conversation among the female spellcasters easily disrupted his thoughts.

After a brief chat, the white-robed cleric got up and left, while Mage Roman and Mage Yisier climbed onto Shaoke's bed, curling up beside him, each busy with their own matters. Until late at night, Roman, who liked to rest at fixed times, abandoned her book and embraced Shaoke, gently writhing against him. "I want a child that truly belongs to us," she said, looking at the male mage with longing, knowing he would understand her meaning.

Mage Yisier, who had been in a light meditation, also withdrew from it. "I want one too," she said, hugging Shaoke's neck and kissing his face randomly.

"You can ask your own husband for that," Roman said, somewhat displeased with Yisier's preemptive action, suddenly pinching Yisier's high chest, causing her to moan in pain before laughing happily. But her laughter quickly stopped when Yisier did the same to her.

Seeing this, Shaoke could only put away his book and reached into the robes of the two female spellcasters, alternately rubbing and pinching their protruding parts to stimulate them.

"He doesn't pay attention to me anymore, spending all his time with those noble women," Yisier said, raising her neck and chest to facilitate Shaoke's movements, while Roman began to remove their robes, baring them all.

"You should teach him a lesson," Roman suggested to Yisier even as Shaoke entered her body. Of course, she soon lost her train of speech, as not only was the male mage thrusting into her, but Yisier also climbed onto her, rubbing her sensitive spots with her body and hands.

The two female spellcasters clung tightly together, and Shaoke quickly alternated between them until he could no longer hold back and released.

After it all ended, taking a moment to catch her breath, Roman pushed Yisier off her and applied the prepared materials to herself, chanting spells to increase the chance of pregnancy as she had done before. Yisier, meanwhile, lazily sprawled on Shaoke's lower abdomen, using her soft chest to gently rub the male mage's sensitive area, hoping to provoke another vigorous battle. Her efforts were not in vain, as before Roman's spellcasting was even finished, Yisier and Shaoke began a new round of intimacy.

"Xueye, if Yisier really gets pregnant with your child, what should we do?" Roman was actually somewhat dissatisfied with Yisier's desire to have a child with Shaoke, but she couldn't find a strong reason to stop it. "If her husband finds out, he'll be very sad and angry."

"We'll raise the child ourselves," Shaoke frowned, his energy drained from the recent intimacy, so he had to lie down and rest. He patted the female mage's raised buttocks lightly and said nothing more, as Yisier's spellcasting had ended.

After the intimacy, the three cleaned the excess bodily fluids off themselves and entered a state of sleep. The next morning, a little girl burst in without warning, startling them awake. Fortunately, they were all wearing night robes, so nothing too embarrassing occurred. Shaoke patiently taught Lan Wei'er not to barge into others' rooms so rudely. Such behavior was not only rude to spellcasters but also unacceptable even among ordinary people.

"But I was looking for Mother," Lan Wei'er said fearfully, unable to show her usual liveliness and cheerfulness in front of Shaoke. Occasionally, she would inadvertently reveal a bit of her temper.

"Even in your parents' room, no one behaves like you," Shaoke said sternly, rubbing her head. "You're older now. Soon, your mother and I will teach you some meditation methods. By then, you must pay even more attention to etiquette." He then signaled Mage Roman and Mage Yisier to take Lan Wei'er to breakfast, while he ate alone in his room, then continued working on the unfinished spell record from the previous day.

The entire day, Shaoke not only finished writing the spell record but also fully interpreted the cover of the golden book. The results made him feel both helpless and fearful.

The book's true appearance was quite magnificent. The cover was made of an unknown light-gold material, with dozens of Ancient Magic characters flowing across it, all serving to protect and preserve the book's longevity. The edges were bound in an unknown metal, carved with strange beasts that Shaoke identified as powerful ancient beings, now largely extinct due to time and other changes.

In the center of the cover, neatly inscribed in Ancient Magic Script, were the words: "Record of Lawful Caster Loki Ulvurdes."

Seeing this, Shaoke's rigid body went limp. He hadn't expected that the Death Mage Corps would already know he had just used some Lawful Caster techniques. After all, when he had learned those techniques years ago, he had gained inspiration from some ancient magic scripts and combined them with the few books on Lawful Caster techniques in the Death Mage Corps to master some simple methods.

In that moment, Shaoke recalled how difficult these techniques were to master, and the promises the Death Mage Corps had made years ago to members who left. Now his mind was in turmoil.