Chapter 408 Wishing Everyone a Happy New Year!

The night passed, and when daytime came, the daytime mage was studying his books when the cleric suddenly announced she would enter seclusion for cultivation. "What's wrong?" Shaoke asked, puzzled. He didn't understand why the female mage had chosen to go into seclusion; after all, as an alchemist, aside from conducting magical experiments, she had no need for other forms of seclusion. Of course, preparing for the creation of a magic item through seclusion to accumulate knowledge was normal.

"I plan to undergo a second class change," Mage Roman said to Shaoke with a smile. "I don't like being an alchemist. I want to become a mental spellcaster." As she spoke, she tightly embraced Shaoke. "Though it's a bit dangerous, I feel that compared to the power of a mental mage, this danger is nothing."

Shaoke fell silent, then slowly opened his eyes. At that moment, the two floating nine-pointed star magic arrays in his eyes had vanished. "What help do you need?" He kissed the female mage's forehead. "Perhaps you could wait a while longer. I think once I advance to a tenth-tier mage, I might be able to assist you during your class change." As he said this, a feeling of helplessness washed over him.

Mage Roman shook her head. She felt deeply comforted that Shaoke had opened his eyes to look at her for the first time in centuries. "I'm about to advance to the ninth tier. If I don't undergo the class change now, the chance of a second class change after reaching the ninth tier will be very slim." She sighed and then kissed his eyes. "Moreover, when I use this arcane secret to change classes, only the spells of clerics can help me. Nothing else will work." She smiled, having made the decision the night before.

Shaoke said nothing more, merely nodding. He knew he could no longer dissuade Mage Roman from anything. Her personality was no different from his own; once she set her mind on something, she would see it through to the end, regardless of anyone's persuasion. "Do Moyu'er and the others know?"

She shook her head. "I didn't want them to worry, so I didn't tell them." She continued, "Don't tell them about this. Just say I'm studying a magic item."

Shaoke nodded, then asked when Roman would begin her seclusion. She smiled. "I'll try the class change tomorrow. Today, spend the whole day with me." Blushing, she took his arm and led him to her room. In the living room, they encountered the White-robed Cleric, and the two exchanged slight nods. It seemed the cleric was already aware of what Roman planned to do.

Piece by piece, Roman shed her clothes, and under the male mage's caresses, they came together once more. Their wild lovemaking went on for a whole day and night without leaving her room. Though Moyu'er and the others wondered why their mother hadn't emerged to read her books, under the White-robed Cleric's instructions, they didn't press the matter.

The next morning at dawn, after Roman finished her meditation, she kissed the mage and left with the cleric for the mage's tower in the encampment. There, she would undergo a long period of seclusion, until her class change succeeded or failed. Of course, the price of failure was death. Though she hadn't said it, the mage understood from his own knowledge. A second class change was way more dangerous than the first.

After kissing Roman and the White-robed Cleric goodbye, Shaoke stood at the door for a while. Only after all the defensive spells on the room had been activated did he return to his own residence. There, his three daughters seemed somewhat relieved because their mothers had left. Roman and the White-robed Cleric always imposed restrictions on them, which—though in line with the mage's own rules and not excessive—the girls were unwilling to accept.

"Father, when will they come out?" Lan Wei'er, dressed in a silk robe typical of noble girls, held the mage's arm, her high bosom pressed tightly against it. Beside her, Moyu'er wore the same attire and behaved similarly, but she was bolder. The low neckline of her silk robe revealed most of her pale, full chest, knowing that the male mage had opened his eyes and would certainly see her like this. Anling'er, however, did not follow suit; she still wore her black mage robe, sitting quietly in a chair, reading.

"After a while," Shaoke replied with a smile. He patted his daughters' heads and told them to go change their clothes. "Don't think that just because Moxier isn't here, you can be so unruly." He glanced at their attire. He had long since passed the age of youthful impulses; strong self-control was a fundamental trait of any mage. One could say that if a mage had no intention of having a close relationship with a member of the opposite sex, no amount of tactics from the other party would shake him.

After Moyu'er and the others pouted and returned to their rooms, Shaoke went over to Anling'er. "You should spend more time with Moyu'er and the others. You only seem slightly more open than when you first arrived." He patted her head, believing this to be the most basic way to express parental affection. Anling'er tilted her head, smiled at him, then lowered it again to focus on her own business.

And so the days passed. Still, neither Roman nor the White-robed Cleric emerged from their seclusion.

In this situation, Shaoke grew increasingly worried.

Can it be confirmed whether Mage Roman can correctly complete that type of class change? Among those people, although they possess this method, very few actually use it, and the failure rate is still very high.

That evening after dinner, everyone finished their reading in the living room. After the three daughters had returned to their rooms to rest, the mage sat alone in the armchair, staring blankly at the fireplace. Though he had not shown such worry during the day, on this solitary night, the worry surfaced in his heart, impossible to suppress. After tossing another piece of firewood into the fireplace, he closed his eyes and rested. Ever since Mage Roman began her secluded cultivation, he had spent every night this way.

A figure entered the living room. After looking at Shaoke lying in the armchair, she climbed onto him and curled up. "Go back to your room to sleep," Shaoke said, patting the girl in his arms. "Sleeping here is uncomfortable, and you're already an Eighth-rank Spellcaster. You shouldn't act like you used to."

"Just for tonight," Lan Wei'er's voice came from within Shaoke's arms. "I just want to stay quietly with you for a while. It's been many years since I've done this." As she spoke, her voice grew a little choked. "You seem in a bad mood. Are you thinking about Mother?" After a moment, Lan Wei'er asked Shaoke in a low voice.

Then she shifted her body, pressing herself even closer to the male mage.

The mage smiled slightly and nodded. "A little," he said, and then fell silent. He just lay there quietly, his mind filled with memories of Mage Roman and the White-robed Cleric, every little detail. He truly feared that Mage Roman might encounter an accident during this class change.

"What Mother can give you, I can give you too." Lan Wei'er lay on top of the mage, moving her body slightly. Then she embraced his neck and kissed him. But the mage firmly held her still, preventing any further movement. Then he pushed Lan Wei'er away, kissed her forehead, and returned to his own room, leaving Lan Wei'er standing alone in the darkness.

Before long, another shadow appeared in the living room—Moyu'er. "How did it go? Any reaction?" Saying this, Moyu'er stole a glance at Lan Wei'er's somewhat disheveled silk robe and nodded with satisfaction.

Lan Wei'er chuckled softly, "Naturally. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have fled like that." With that, she happily kissed her sister's forehead, bid her goodnight, and returned to her own room to rest. As for tonight's events, she decided to keep trying every day until she tested the male mage's limits.

But since that night, after dinner, the mage would immediately go to his own room to rest, never again brooding alone in the living room. This situation left Lan Wei'er and Moyu'er both irritated and frustrated, yet they dared not barge into the mage's room. Doing so would certainly lead to punishment—they knew this well from past experience. Of course, the punishments were not severe; the mage simply required them to copy a several-hundred-page magic book within a set time.

"Has Mage Xueye spoken to you about anything?" One day while the mage was studying a book, the Blue-robed Female Mage set down her volume and approached him. She had something she wished to discuss with him.

Shaoke nodded and led the female mage outside the house. "You can speak now," he said, twirling his staff. At this point, a full year had passed since Mage Roman began her secluded cultivation, and Shaoke was deeply worried, having received no news.

"What has Mage Roman been doing recently?" the Blue-robed Female Mage asked calmly. "Can you tell me about her situation?" As she spoke, she watched Shaoke's rapidly spinning staff. She knew that whenever that happened, it indicated that the mage's emotions were not calm.

"She is using an Arcane Secret to perform a second class change," the mage said after a moment's thought, not hiding anything from her. This was something the Blue-robed Female Mage would eventually learn anyway. Of course, he also told her not to reveal this news to his daughters, to avoid worrying them.

The Blue-robed Female Mage looked at Shaoke with great surprise. She had not expected that anyone could still undergo a second class change; this news was deeply shocking to her. "The Roman Family is truly powerful," the female mage said with a bitter smile. Though she did not know what items such a second class change required, she understood that it was extremely dangerous. After all, she had undergone a class change herself and deduced this from her own experience. "Perhaps you should stop her," the female mage sighed.

Shaoke shook his head; he did not want to explain further. "Is there something?" Perhaps feeling irritated, the mage put away his staff. "Is there anything you need my help with?"

"I want to go to the Fallen Imperial Capital," the female mage said, looking at Shaoke uncertainly. "There's another ancient ruin there; I want to explore it again." After speaking, she added, "If possible, I hope you can come with me. I can't fully trust others."

Shaoke shook his head again, refusing her request. "Wait until Moxier finishes her class change. I'm not in the mood right now," Shaoke said.

The blue-robed female mage opened her mouth as if to speak, but only nodded, saying nothing more. She understood the mage's thoughts and didn't insist. "I'll gather people later. This time we must fully explore that underground ruin—there are more important items waiting for us to search for!" With that, she turned and returned to her room to continue her work.

Shaoke stood outside for a while, then shook his head and went back inside. Moyu'er and the others only glanced at the mage without asking anything, keeping their heads down, busy deciphering books. They had to finish a certain number of deciphering tasks today, or the mage wouldn't allow them to rest. Shaoke took out the book on secondary class change discovered by Mage Roman and began reading.

The Arcane Secret class change used by Mage Roman could only be used by those with Roman Family blood. Although Shaoke couldn't use it, reading about it gave him some useful insights, which would greatly aid his future class change. Of course, this book would also need to be read thoroughly by Lan Wei'er and the others, as she might become the family's Ruler one day.

Another year passed. One evening, the White-robed Cleric arrived at Shaoke's room, looking very tired. "Xueye, Moxier is at the final stage. If nothing unexpected happens, she will successfully meet you in a month." The Cleric lay lazily in Shaoke's arms; she hadn't seen the mage in over six months. "How are Moyu'er and the others doing?" As she spoke, she removed the mage's clothes and pressed her soft body tightly against his.

Shaoke firmly grasped the Cleric's soft parts, kneading them roughly. "Everything is fine. I'm just worried about Moxier." He grabbed her buttocks, making her sit on him, and began to thrust wildly. The Cleric closed her eyes tightly, moving up and down on the Male Mage to maximize her pleasure. Of course, she quickly went limp, letting the mage grab her hips and move her until he could no longer hold on and released inside her.

"Moyu'er and the others know I'm here," the Cleric said, her small hand randomly touching the mage. "Nothing special happened between you during this time, did it?" As she spoke, Shaoke slapped her hard, causing her to cry out in pain. But she raised her hips higher, making it easier for him to touch that sensitive spot. Before the Male Mage, she was like a docile handmaid, letting him toy with her.

Before dawn, the Cleric gently cleaned the room and wiped the traces off the mage, then hurried back to the mage tower. There, she would once again cast support spells for Mage Roman to increase her chance of advancement. Just after the Female Cleric left, Lan Wei'er came to Shaoke's room.

Seeing Lan Wei'er sniffing around, Shaoke chuckled softly. "You should be preparing breakfast now, not staying here." He stood up. The White-robed Cleric had already cleaned the room, and even the lingering scent of their wild intimacy had been removed by the mages using Spells.

"I just wanted to see if you had time for breakfast today." Lan Wei'er rolled her eyes at Shaoke, then pouted and left the room. At breakfast, the girls prepared some special medicinal dishes for the mage—tonics for a man's body, often consumed by mages.

"I prepared these for you, otherwise I was worried you wouldn't have the energy to decipher books today," Lan Wei'er whispered to Shaoke as she cleared the leftovers. "I'll give you a massage later; you look weak." She chuckled softly. In the distance, Anlinger blushed and turned away, not looking at them. Shaoke looked at Lan Wei'er quietly, then nodded in agreement.

Lan Wei'er sat on the mage's back, massaging him vigorously. "When will Mother come back?"

Shaoke closed his eyes comfortably. "A month. By then, I'll give you good news." He shifted uncomfortably as Lan Wei'er's buttocks on him kept moving restlessly. "You should start your own families. Otherwise, it may be too late to find suitable partners." He gestured for Lan Wei'er to get off and turned over. This time, Lan Wei'er didn't dare sit on him again, afraid it might cause misunderstandings.

"I told you, I want to marry you," Moyu'er threw down her book and ran over to the mage. "Many people in noble families marry their own fathers." She then leaned down and kissed Shaoke's cheek before returning to her seat.

The mage just shook his head. It was impossible for him to have that kind of relationship with his own daughter. Of course, after the mage scolded them, everyone fell silent and went about their own business, quietly waiting for Mage Roman's class change to finish. Of course, Moyu'er and the others only thought their mother was researching a magic item and had no idea she was undergoing a dangerous class change.

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