Chapter 347 We Are All Ordinary People

Wei'er saw this scene and couldn't help but pout. Although she didn't say anything, she paced restlessly, taking a few steps around the room before suggesting that they return to their rooms to rest, since this was the reception hall. If someone else accidentally came in, it would be very awkward.

The three agreed to Lan Wei'er's suggestion. They explained the situation to the guards there, after which the four of them went to Mage Roman's room together. Although it was Mage Roman's room, the Cleric also lived there. Lan Wei'er had her own separate residence.

After returning to the room, Shaoke poured a glass of red wine for Mage Roman, while the Cleric, as before, asked for a glass of water. "I heard from Lan Wei'er that you're researching a magic item. Did you succeed?"

To break the temporary silence, Shaoke took the initiative to ask Mage Roman. Perhaps because they had been separated for too long, Shaoke felt that their relationship had become somewhat distant, but from the actions of Mage Roman and the Cleric, he knew it was just his illusion.

"Not yet," Mage Roman said lazily, leaning back in her chair. "There's no hope of success in the short term. But if we succeed this time, the item should be of some help to you." Mage Roman suddenly smiled, patted the seat beside her, and motioned for Shaoke to sit with her. She wanted this male mage to be closer to her, as it had been a long time since she had been close to Shaoke.

"You've already advanced to an Eighth Tier Mage?" the Cleric asked as she saw Shaoke sit on the same chair as Mage Roman. She pulled her chair closer to Shaoke. Meanwhile, Lan Wei'er sat by the fireplace with her knees hugged, silently adding firewood. Although the firewood were fire branches that could burn for a whole day and night, she kept adding them, clearly not feeling calm.

"Yes," Shaoke's answer made the three female spellcasters happy, especially Mage Roman, because she knew that only then could Shaoke protect her from harm in the future, and they would no longer have to be in awe of high-level beings. If Shaoke could return to the Blizzard Legion, their lives here would be even better.

Then the four had a long conversation, detailing the circumstances after their separation. It wasn't until late at night that Mage Roman asked Lan Wei'er to leave, as they needed to rest after several days without sleep.

"I want to stay here tonight," Lan Wei'er hesitated, biting her lip, and voiced her thought. "I want to spend more time with Father." She looked at Mage Roman and the Cleric with pleading eyes, knowing that these two female spellcasters almost never refused her requests.

"You've grown up and should learn to be independent," Shaoke turned to look at Mage Roman, signaling her not to agree. "Your mother and I have some things to discuss. It's not convenient for you to be here." As he said this, he saw both Mage Roman and the White-robed Cleric blush.

Faced with this situation, Lan Wei'er had no choice but to leave reluctantly. She actually knew what they were going to do next, but she had no reason to stay any longer.

After Lan Wei'er left, both Mage Roman and the Cleric twisted Shaoke hard and scolded him for refusing the child's request. Of course, their scolding only gave the male mage an excuse to tease them. Even so, they didn't stay up too late, as Mage Roman and the Cleric were extremely tired and needed rest. Shaoke spent the night in meditation, while the two women fell asleep on his lap. It wasn't until dawn, when Lan Wei'er brought breakfast, that they woke up.

After arranging breakfast on the table, Lan Wei'er looked at Shaoke and the others with a strange expression, her gaze lingering for a long time on the place where they had slept, but she found nothing suspicious there.

"Shaoke, come out with us today and have a good rest," Lan Wei'er broke the silence after breakfast. "You haven't played with us for a long time." As she said this, she glared at Shaoke as if wronged.

This proposal was quickly approved by the White-robed Cleric and Mage Roman. They looked excitedly at Shaoke, as they had been back in the imperial capital for years but had not enjoyed it, spending all their time in the lab, which made them feel depressed.

Seeing the hopeful look in Mage Roman's eyes, Shaoke readily agreed. He felt that accompanying the female mage, whom he hadn't seen for years, on an outing would be a good way to strengthen their bond. "Go get ready. We'll set off as soon as we've washed up," Shaoke said, pointing at his own disheveled robe.

Seeing Shaoke agree, Lan Wei'er happily hugged him, made a funny face at the rest, and ran out. Shaoke felt she was still the same little girl, unchanged. Of course, he didn't say that.

After washing up, they gathered again. Lan Wei'er, as Shaoke requested, wore a black robe again. Mage Roman and the others also wore their professional outfits.

"Don't do this next time," Mage Roman said as she walked up to Shaoke and motioned for him to take off the hood of his cloak. "It makes you look gloomy, not good." After he took off the hood, she took his arm. The Cleric secretly winked at Lan Wei'er and motioned for her to take Shaoke's other arm, but Lan Wei'er shook her head and refused.

Since they planned to tour the imperial capital, they didn't take a carriage but walked. Although there were many mages and other professionals in the capital, it was rare to see a Seventh-tier Alchemist and a Seventh-tier Cleric accompanying a mage. Fortunately, Shaoke's robe and cloak had no insignias, so ordinary people wouldn't know that an Eighth-tier Practitioner was walking on the street.

The outing cheered Mage Roman and the others greatly. The female spellcasters, who had preserved their youthful looks, fully revealed their playful nature. They bought many trinkets and ornate jewelry. The most extreme case was the Cleric, who bought all the clothes in the store, clearly intending to wear them in her own room.

"Let's go see Mage Yisier!" When they were having lunch at a tavern, Mage Roman suddenly suggested this after taking a sip of wine. She hadn't seen Mage Yisier for a long time. The Cleric nodded in agreement.

"How is she now?" Shaoke had almost forgotten about this female spellcaster. Of course, if Mage Roman hadn't brought it up, he would have.

Shaoke's question made Mage Roman shake her head. The White-robed Cleric answered, "It's bad. A month ago, her husband argued with her and even sent people to attack and injure her. When we asked her why, she wouldn't tell us." The White-robed Cleric fell silent.

"Let's go see her now," Shaoke decided after a moment. He couldn't know Mage Yisier was here and not visit her, especially since her situation wasn't good. He had to go see her.

With the decision made, they didn't delay. After lunch, the four took a carriage to Mage Yisier's residence. On the way, Mage Roman described Mage Yisier's situation in detail to Shaoke. What Mage Roman told him made Shaoke very uncomfortable.

Originally, after Mage Yisier left Shaoke and the others ahead of time and returned to the capital, things were fine at first. But after Mage Roman and the others returned from the fallen capital, Mage Yisier's situation worsened. Her husband started arguing with her frequently and even threatened to end their relationship and kill her. More importantly, Yisier's husband sometimes wanted her to sleep with some people, which was the main cause of their arguments.

"Now Mage Yisier has left that place, but her ex-husband still sends people to harass her," the White-robed Cleric said with concern, looking at Shaoke. "But Yisier insists on not returning to the castle. I believe her ex-husband wouldn't dare do anything to her there."

Time passed as they talked, and soon the carriage stopped. Shaoke felt the spiritual fluctuation of Mage Yisier, whom he hadn't seen for years. Obviously, Mage Yisier had detected their arrival. She sent a joyful spiritual wave toward them and then withdrew. After paying enough money, they entered her current residence.

Mage Yisier's residence was modest, just a small manor. Seven or eight young maids were busy inside. When they saw Shaoke, they nervously reported to their mistress.

"I thought you would never come to see me again," Mage Yisier, still looking the same, invited Shaoke and the others into the living room. As soon as the guests entered, the hostess hugged Shaoke and kissed his face and neck passionately. Finally, she bit him hard on the neck, then resumed her dignified mage composure, and served fine wine and pastries to her guests.