Chapter 427 Full Decryption Complete

Striker looked at the other party with confusion. He didn't understand why the female mage wouldn't come back to camp. But he respected her decision—after all, she had been injured, and he didn't want to upset her over little things. However, he used magical communication to send a message to Mage Roman in the Barbarian Empire, reporting that everything was safe, and mentioning the condition of the Blue-robed Female Mage.

After doing all this, Shaoke continued to care for the Blue-robed Female Mage. After a year of recovery, her body had almost fully healed, but her meditation space, damaged from the ice sculpture, had still not completely recovered. Since he didn't have many healing stones on him, and without the help of a Cleric, her recovery was actually pretty good.

"Let's take a trip through the Blue Feather Empire," the Blue-robed Female Mage suggested one day after Shaoke finished massaging her with Arcane Secret techniques. "I haven't toured the Blue Feather Empire for a long time."

Shaoke nodded, not wanting to refuse her. So the two of them took a carriage and spent a full year traveling through the Blue Feather Empire. The female mage spent the most time in the Bloody Fortress; probably because she had many memories there.

One day, while the mages were traveling near the Misty Forest border where Shaoke had once carried out a mission, his spiritual power detected a familiar fluctuation.

"Lan Wei'er has arrived," Shaoke said, walking out of the room and informing the Blue-robed Female Mage. "Shall we go see her together?" he asked, seeking her opinion. But she just smiled and refused.

"You can go alone. I'll stay here for a while," the Blue-robed Female Mage said, gesturing for Shaoke to leave. She then turned and walked deeper into the forest. In the past two years, the two mages had been together almost every day; now she wanted some time alone to think.

Shaoke thought for a moment, then tore a rift in space and found Lan Wei'er. "What are you doing here?" he asked, a bit puzzled. "Isn't there anything to do at the camp?"

"Father?" Lan Wei'er noticed Shaoke as soon as he appeared. She didn't answer his question but flew over and hugged him tightly. "Have you forgotten us? Why haven't you come back to see us for so long? Mother and the others are very worried about you." She hugged him tightly and asked for his blessing. "I miss you too," she whispered.

The mage rubbed his daughter's head, blessed her, and repeated his earlier question. "How are Moxier and the others? Tell me about the family and the camp."

Lan Wei'er pouted at Shaoke, then released her spiritual power to scan the surroundings. Still hugging him tightly, she even stopped floating; she hung her entire weight on him. "Nothing is wrong at the camp. Mother and the others are busy with the construction." She then licked Shaoke's cheek and continued, "I came here because it's time to collect magic materials from the barbarian tribe." After briefly describing the camp's situation, she buried her head in his neck and fell silent.

Shaoke set her down and leaned against a tree. Lan Wei'er still held him tightly. They talked for a while, and finally, Shaoke told her to go back to her work. Although she didn't want to leave, she didn't dare defy him, so she pouted and left. Shaoke then found the Blue-robed Female Mage again.

"After Lan Wei'er finishes her work, let's go back together," the Blue-robed Female Mage said, holding a wine cup and looking a bit distant. "Now, tell me more about the experiences of advancing to the next rank." She had heard them many times before, but still wanted to hear him explain.

Shaoke frowned, noticing that since the freezing incident, the Blue-robed Female Mage had become much weaker than before. He often saw her sitting alone in a room, staring blankly; she no longer had the strong aura she once had. He quietly explained the experiences to her, and when it got dark, they prepared dinner together.

They rested there for two more days, then Lan Wei'er returned from the barbarian tribe. She happily found Shaoke and told him about her gains there, finally hoping that he and the Blue-robed Female Mage would go back with her because the camp needed them, especially the Blue-robed Female Mage's family. The two mages agreed, so the three of them set off together.

Just before they left, the Blue-robed Female Mage returned to her former self. She tidied her hair, gripped her scepter, tore a rift in space, and headed back to her family alone. Shaoke followed with Lan Wei'er. Watching the Blue-robed Female Mage's frail figure, he thought a lot. He decided that after returning and resting for a while, he would do something for her. And if everything worked out, he would go alone to the Fallen Continent.

The first thing Shaoke did upon returning to the camp was to find Mage Roman and the White-robed Cleric. After meeting them, he detailed everything that had happened. Finally, he embraced his two wives and went to the room for passionate lovemaking. The long separation made the two female spellcasters miss him dearly.

The Cleric moved sensuously on top of the mage, sweat covering their bodies. Mage Roman hugged Shaoke tightly, rubbing her softness against him. After a while, the White-robed Cleric grew weak, cried out a few times, and then collapsed softly on the mage. Shaoke turned over, pressed Mage Roman beneath him, and when he knew he couldn't hold on any longer, he released inside the Cleric. The White-robed Cleric caught her breath, sat up, drew a magic circle on her lower abdomen, and used a secret method to increase the chance of pregnancy.

Shaoke held Mage Roman and watched her quietly.

When the Cleric finished, Mage Roman, still in his arms, grabbed the Cleric and started caressing her sensitive areas. "I think if we do this a few more times, you might get pregnant again," she said. Shaoke pinched her breast hard, and the female mage yelped, then retaliated by pinching the Cleric's corresponding spot.

They played like this for a while, then fell asleep in each other's arms. Shaoke slept for a whole day and night before waking up. After decades, he finally felt completely at ease.

"Go to her tomorrow and treat her. Her meditation space still hasn't recovered," Shaoke said to the White-robed Cleric upon waking. The Cleric, wearing a white silk nightgown, was lazily lying across his stomach, reading. She turned around and nodded in agreement.

But the White-robed Cleric didn't go to treat the Blue-robed Female Mage. Instead, the Blue-robed Female Mage came to their place that evening and stayed. She said that by staying here, she could not only receive treatment but also conveniently study the vast collection of books they had. Of course, she still had some books from the Xieye Empire that hadn't been fully deciphered. This time, the mages decided to pool all their efforts to finish deciphering all the books.

The mage's three daughters also set aside their other tasks and joined the deciphering work. With two more Ninth-Rank spellcasters, the work progressed much faster. Notably, after advancing to the Ninth Rank, the White-robed Cleric not only mastered some attack spells but also developed new techniques for deciphering books. Golden light shone on the books, and even if she didn't recognize some characters, as long as they weren't too powerful, the golden light could completely remove the protective spells and traps. Of course, this consumed a lot, but they had plenty of precious medicines to replenish.

Shaoke didn't focus entirely on the deciphering work. He spent time each day using a secret method from one of the books to try to fully control his crown, "Night's Glory."

His spiritual power mixed with magic formed solid threads that slowly merged into the crown. Every so often, streams of silver light flew out along the threads and merged into the crown. Each time silver light merged, the mage would glean a few fragmented characters. These characters were the same as those on the horn, and fortunately, he recognized all the ones that appeared so far. Thus, he gradually learned some of the crown's other functions.

These functions involved reciting a few specific incantations to activate the crown's auxiliary training capabilities, which could speed up a spellcaster's recovery. One of the most powerful functions was that once a day, it could release a supportive spell similar to a Cleric's. This spell could be chosen: either to reduce consumption, speed up recovery, or repair meditation space damage. All these required the user to choose when activating.

Day by day, Shaoke would get intimate with his two wives every few days because the White-robed Cleric hoped to have another child, even if it was a girl. As for family matters, they left them aside, trusting that the current family ruler, Hei Luode, was capable of making the family stronger. Their trust was not misplaced; a hundred years passed quickly. The Cleric became pregnant again thanks to the mage's diligent efforts, and by then, the family was much stronger than before.

However, no one had successfully advanced to the Eighth Tier.

Shaoke floated alone in the air. He had been floating like this for seven or eight days. Scattered information flashed through his mind, and he recorded it carefully. The black bead on his crown continuously released black ripples that dissipated a few meters around him. With the help of these black ripples, he could better sense information from the ancient times: barren lands, wild battles, violent earth movements—all of which greatly helped him. After another day, he descended.

"What's the matter?" Shaoke gently hugged Mage Roman, who had just arrived. "You look awful." He kissed her forehead and cheek and tidied her messy hair. The female mage docilely curled up in his arms, silent for a while before speaking.

"Another family member died while trying to advance to the Eighth Tier," Mage Roman sighed, delivering the bad news. "Moreover, many young members don't want to marry other spellcasters. If this continues, the family, which had just started to improve, will regress to how it was a hundred years ago."

Shaoke frowned deeply. "If only half of the young members marry mages, we shouldn't interfere too much. We can't force these children."

Mage Roman shook her head. Shaoke had been away from family matters for a long time, and they only occasionally paid attention. The situation was dire. "Far from it," she paused, then continued, "This year, more than twenty family members wanted to marry, but only two young men married spellcasters." She fell silent.

The mage quickly twirled his scepter, thought for a moment, and then said quietly, "The male members of the family must marry female mages. The female members have the right to choose, but they must give one of their children to the family to raise. Of course, we also allow their families to continue living here and enjoy all family benefits." Shaoke made the decision quickly. "Tell Hei Luode about this and have it recorded in the family rules. I don't want anyone changing it in the future."

The female mage nodded and then talked about other things before leaving. Shaoke stayed outside a little longer, then returned to his room.

In the spacious wooden house, the Cleric, the Blue-robed Female Mage, and the mage's daughters were all working on deciphering. Shaoke didn't disturb them. He walked over to the Cleric, stopped her work, held her in his arms, and massaged her belly. This massage method, invented by scholars, was said to enhance a baby's aptitude. The mage used it often; he didn't care if it worked—it didn't take much time, and it made the Cleric feel his tenderness.

"Father, please don't do this here. It makes us uncomfortable," said Moyu'er, putting down the book she was reading as she watched the White-robed Cleric lying comfortably in Shaoke's arms. "We're still unmarried!" Lan Wei'er and Anling'er continued their work, while the Blue-robed Female Mage looked up at Shaoke briefly before returning to her deciphering.

"If you were with your husband, you wouldn't be annoyed by this," Shaoke patted the Cleric's waist, stood up, picked up the book Moyu'er had dropped, and handed it back to her. Then he went outside again, floating in the air to continue his enlightenment.

Time passed quickly. After a hundred years of hard work, the vast collection of books was finally fully deciphered. When the work was done, Shaoke held a small banquet to celebrate. Only his family and the Blue-robed Female Mage attended. But in the mage's eyes, she wasn't an outsider; she was his best companion.

At the banquet, the mage danced with every female spellcaster. Everyone had a wonderful time, even the Blue-robed Female Mage was very happy. She drank some red wine and stayed in the mage's residence for the night. Shaoke and his two wives spent the entire night in passionate intimacy.

"I'm going to the Maple Leaf Empire for a while tomorrow," Shaoke whispered to Mage Roman. "It won't take long. I think I'll be back before my next child is born."

The two female spellcasters fell silent. They had almost forgotten his habit of going out often; now he reminded them with his actions. Yes, a hundred years had passed, and the mage had rarely left the camp, only staying in his room or floating above it. "What's the matter? Can you tell us?" Mage Roman held his hand, tracing the lines on his palm with her pale fingers—a habit she had developed.

The mage shook his head and refused. He pressed her down again and began to move. The sounds of their intimacy stirred the Cleric, who moved behind him and rubbed her soft body against his. They continued until the mage collapsed on top of Mage Roman.