Chapter 425 Return

Can you talk to me about your Savage Continent? the female mage asked as soon as Shaoke landed. "I've only read some information about your continent in books." The female mage said, lightly plucking the harp in her hands a few times, then softly singing verses. The music of these lines was very beautiful, but the other party used a language of the Ice Continent, which the mage could not understand. However, seeing her elegant demeanor, Shaoke felt she was more suited to be a bard.

"It should be no different from here." The mage tilted his head back, watching the magical beasts that occasionally flew across the sky. "It's just that the people here are not as tall, and the environment is not as harsh." With that, the mage briefly explained his understanding of the Savage Continent, while the female spellcaster kept asking questions. Shaoke answered each one.

Time passed like this. Shaoke felt that the night on the Ice Continent came much earlier than on the Savage Continent. After hunting a magical beast, the two spellcasters began preparing dinner in the snow. Of course, they both cut some meat slices to roast; this was mainly because the mage was never accustomed to preparing food for others.

Since the professionals needed a long time to prepare those magic materials, the female spellcaster, after consulting the mage, led Shaoke on a simple tour of the Ice Continent. Of course, the range of activities was limited to the Misty Forest area. There was nothing worth the mage's attention; he just came here to enjoy the feeling of the cold wind. Finally, at Shaoke's request, the two returned to the original place. There, Shaoke asked her some questions about spells. Most of the answers were obtained from the female spellcaster.

Shaoke stayed here for seven or eight days before the departed professionals came again. This time, they all brought some precious magic materials that Shaoke needed. The mage simply placed the books there and let the more powerful professionals distribute them.

After the distribution ended, a giant took out a black staff from his ring. This staff was very strange; its top was not a gem as usual but a small crown. However, this crown was grown on the staff, so it could not be removed.

"Mage, if you have other books, I will give you this staff," the giant said in a low voice. "This staff is the same magic item as the crown on your forehead. According to our tribe's records, the owner of this scepter and the owner of the crown are the same person." The giant then threw the staff to Shaoke for inspection. "One thousand original books from ancient times, or ten thousand transcribed copies." As soon as the giant finished speaking, the female spellcaster who had been softly plucking the harp shouted, "This is outright robbery! That broken staff can only seal a few spells."

The mage did not agree but examined the staff in detail. There were some strange lines on the staff, looking very uncanny. After simply casting an Eighth Tier spell with the staff, the mage intended to return it. Although the staff consumed less mana and mental energy when casting spells, the mage did not have as many books as the giant demanded for exchange.

"Night's Glory," the spellcaster who had been wrapped in a white cloak suddenly said in a hoarse voice. "No owner of this staff has ever advanced to legendary rank, and all died at the hands of enemies." The mage then added, "Using a staff of misfortune to exchange for those items—I think you are crazy." With that, the spellcaster turned and left, as he had already obtained what he wanted. There was no need for him to stay any longer.

With the spellcaster's departure, the other people also left, leaving only the three giants and the female spellcaster holding the harp. "Mage, your crown is also called Night's Glory. If these two magic items are combined, I believe the power will be even greater." Saying this, the giant sat down on the ground because the mage was not hovering in the air at that moment.

Seeing that the mage was still not tempted, the giant continued, "It is said that when these two magic items are in the hands of the same spellcaster, they do not bring danger. I mean they will not cause the spellcaster to suffer accidents before advancing to the Twelfth Tier."

The mage just shook his head. He did not have the ability to obtain this staff now. "I have to go back. If I have the chance, I will come to this continent again. Then we can have a good exchange." With that, the mage turned and left. The woman holding the harp opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing, only blessing the mage with the ritual of ancient spellcasters. The giant, holding the relatively small staff, after thinking, loudly stated his tribe's name. He hoped that the next time the mage came, he would bring a large number of books to exchange for the scepter.

"Night's Glory—this staff is very powerful. I really don't understand why you wanted to give it away," the female spellcaster asked the giant in a low voice after the mage left.

"Its value is far greater than those books," said the female mage as she slowly rose into the air, looking in the direction the mage had left, thinking about something.

The giant smiled wryly, then threw the staff into his space ring. "If that's the case, why don't you take this staff? It is countless times more powerful than your staff!" the giant said as he stood up. He truly did not understand why the other party could wear that crown without any problem.

"I don't want to die after holding that staff for a year," the female spellcaster said, elegantly plucking the harp a few times, then laughed at the giant. "I think you'd better take this staff back and give it to other tribesmen! I don't want to hear news of your great Twelfth Tier warrior's accidental death from ice and frost in a year." With that, the female spellcaster turned and flew into the distance.

The giant curled his lip. The strangeness of this staff really puzzled these powerful beings, because every person who possessed this scepter for a certain time would die within a year, even powerful legends were no exception. According to records in books, this staff had existed in this world for tens of millions of years. At that time, some powerful legendary mages studied it, but before they could discover anything, they all died completely.

"That kid will definitely come here again. Only the one who owns the crown is qualified to possess this staff." With that, the giant led his companions away from the desolate border of the Misty Forest. He had to go back and hand this staff over to the tribe. Of course, he dared not discard it, because that year their tribe had discarded it for a period, and during that time, one tribesman died inexplicably every day. Only when they found the discarded staff again did the strange deaths completely cease.

The mage spent much less time returning than coming. In just over a year, he returned to the Savage Continent. Although he encountered many dangers on the way, the mage was lucky to evade them. Of course, being chased playfully by top-tier magical beasts happened often, but all this occurred deep in the forest. Once he reached the edge, those powerful beasts no longer appeared. The mage did not stop anywhere along the way, only recording in detail the locations of some Savage Descendant tribes he encountered. He planned to use them as training grounds for his family members in the future. Thus, when the mage returned to the Wanderers Alliance stronghold, he received a warm welcome. This included members of the Blue-robed Mage family. They were very worried about the possibility of death of the strongest professional in their family.

"Moxier, tell me about the stronghold," the mage said after embracing and blessing everyone, then noticing that the White-robed Cleric was not present, he asked them in detail about the stronghold affairs. "Just the important things."

Mage Roman shrugged. "No major events happened here. Hmm! However, the Cleric has successfully advanced to a Nine-rank Professional. I think this is the most important thing in our stronghold." The female mage thus indirectly explained why the White-robed Cleric did not come to greet Shaoke this time.

Hearing the female mage's explanation, Shaoke breathed a sigh of relief. "She is now consolidating her cultivation. According to her, this advancement brought her great changes, and it will take at least ten years before she can end this seclusion." Mage Roman said while linking arms with the mage.

"That's good." The mage embraced Mage Roman again. "You and Anling will help me prepare the potions, so our speed will be much faster."

"Father, I also want to help you complete this work," Lan Wei'er interrupted the mage dissatisfiedly. "I am now studying the preparation of those potions, and I believe I can help you." Saying this, the female mage tightly linked arms with the mage, pressing her soft and high chest against his arm. This made the mage very uncomfortable. Fortunately, Mage Roman stopped her, because there were many tedious matters in the stronghold that needed the mages' attention, so this task fell to the two daughters.