Chapter 315 Pushing Forward After Detailed Talks

"Father?" Mage Roman twitched her mouth, casting a resentful look at Shaoke. "You merely adopted a child. She inherited only my uncle's bloodline, while my own lineage has yet to be passed down!" Saying this, her voice cracked. She had never imagined that the continuation of the Roman Family would require such special measures in her generation. This filled her with bitter resentment and unleashed all the pent-up dissatisfaction she had accumulated over the years. The result was she couldn't stop crying.

Decades had passed since she became a couple with Shaoke, and still she had no child. This tormented her greatly. "Don't you understand? Brother marrying sister, father marrying daughter—such things happen all the time!"

"But they do it only to continue their bloodline," Shaoke argued. Then he embraced Mage Roman, comforting her softly. The Cleric also stepped forward to console her.

"I think once Mage Xueye reaches the Eighth Tier, you can have a child," the Cleric said, glaring at Shaoke. "That way, the child will definitely have greater innate talent."

"But the chance of conceiving at that point would be even smaller," Mage Roman said, looking at Shaoke before leaning her head on the Cleric's shoulder. "Did I lose my composure?" She then smiled despite herself, a sign that the Cleric's comfort had helped—at least she stopped crying.

"Go outside and have a proper talk with Lan Wei'er. But I hope you'll return tonight to rest with us," Mage Roman said, swirling her goblet, her tears mingling with the wine, which she drained in one gulp.

"Even if you plan not to come back tonight, I'd prefer it be tomorrow or some other time."

Her words made Shaoke really awkward. He rubbed Mage Roman's head helplessly and said softly, "I only see her as my daughter. You should trust me." He waited in silence for her response.

The White-robed Cleric kissed his other eye; then Mage Roman touched his cheek, nodded, kissed both his eyes, and let him leave.

After a brief exchange with the two women, Shaoke left the Cleric's room. He had to go talk to Lan Wei'er now. He felt that certain things must be made clear to her tonight.

When he found Lan Wei'er, she was sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees on the carpet beside the elemental pool, silently watching the water gather and flow away. Her pale red robe made her look beautiful, but her long stillness made her seem so lonely.

"You should make more friends," Shaoke said, sitting beside Lan Wei'er and offering his advice directly. He believed it was sound. "If you had many friends, you wouldn't be so lonely."

"But I haven't seen you with many friends," Lan Wei'er tilted her head, her eyes on Shaoke. "I feel like nothing matters to you—well, now you only care about spells. It seems to me that they attract you even more than my mother does."

"Some friends have left this place, too far away for you to see them," Shaoke sighed, recalling his bond with Mage Roland from those days and the young physician many years ago. His memories finally settled on the Sleazy Officer and the deceased necromancer. Upon reflection, only those two could be considered his friends, but they had already left this world.

"You haven't answered my other question yet," Lan Wei'er said, slightly displeased, repeating her earlier topic. "Am I right?" She interrupted his recollections.

"Maybe you're totally right, or maybe not," Shaoke replied after a brief silence, giving a deliberately vague answer. "A mage's main goal is mastering deep spells; all other actions serve this goal." He unconsciously touched the golden horn hanging around his neck. After two or three years of study, he had learned a lot from it.

"I would rather not be a mage, and I wish you all weren't either," Lan Wei'er suddenly raised her voice. "I just want us to live like ordinary people, happy every day, gathering by the fireplace in the evenings to talk or make little crafts." She then turned her gaze back to the elemental pool, watching the water churn—mirroring her own restless heart.

"In this world, people without power are pathetic," Shaoke said, thrusting his hand abruptly into the elemental pool. The pure elemental water did not erode his palm but gently wrapped around his fingers. "From the Primeval Age to now, even before that, everything in this world works this way." He scooped up a handful of elemental water, holding it in the air as it transformed under his palm's influence, finally crystallizing into a gray Blue Rhombus Flower using his vast magic and mental energy.

"People without power are like this," Shaoke said, handing the Blue Rhombus Flower to Lan Wei'er. "In three days, it will dissipate completely into the air, leaving nothing."

"Lots of powerless people still live just fine," Lan Wei'er replied quietly, taking the gray flower and examining it carefully. "I think I want to become a scholar in the future. What do you think?" She suddenly changed the topic. "I want to gather all the books in the world and build the largest library. Anyone can enter and read, learning things that will make their lives better."

Shaoke completely supported this sudden idea but also offered his suggestions. Lan Wei'er accepted them all and decided to start working on it immediately. Shaoke promised to build her a mage tower of her own, separate from the one she shared with the White-robed Cleric.

"This tower has to be bigger than this one," Lan Wei'er said happily, hugging him. She was somewhat dissatisfied with the Cleric's control over the current tower but had to hold her discontent due to her low power. "I'll put my future library in the tower."

They talked for a long time, deliberately avoiding or forgetting some intimate topics. When Shaoke felt the night was deep, he told Lan Wei'er to rest, as she had to teach spells to the kids tomorrow. Lan Wei'er hugged him tight, kissed him on the lips, and then ran off to her room with a playful wiggle.

When Shaoke returned to the Cleric's room, the two female mages were meditating. He watched them for a moment before joining in, not to boost his mana or spirit, but just to get ready for the work ahead.

When he emerged from meditation, the two women had already finished theirs. Mage Roman lay lazily across his lap, and the Cleric leaned half against her. Seeing Shaoke awake, Mage Roman signaled to the White-robed Cleric, then shifted to make room for her on Shaoke's lap. The Cleric hesitated only briefly before copying Roman's pose and resting her head on Shaoke's thigh.

"What's the matter?" Shaoke asked, placing a hand on Mage Roman's neck and gently kneading it. He had already guessed her intention, but he still asked—one of his annoying little habits.

"Is this the only way you can treat me?" Mage Roman stretched her neck as far as possible, letting him work on it. A barely suppressed moan escaped her lips, causing the White-robed Cleric opposite her to blush deeply, unsure how to react.

Shaoke then placed his other hand on the Cleric's neck and began stroking it gently, just as he did with Roman. The Cleric's body was indeed extremely sensitive; after only a few touches, she trembled slightly, and a moan slipped out. Mage Roman grinned slyly, pulled her hand out from under the Cleric's robe, and gave Shaoke a triumphant look.

Intimacy, then a somewhat wild intimacy, quickly began. Perhaps it was something Shaoke had longed for; he put great effort into this night, and it lasted longer than usual. At Mage Roman's request, he focused most of his attention on the Cleric.

The Cleric's sensitive body and unique physiology brought him immense pleasure—something he had never experienced with Mage Roman. After a series of intense thrusts, he released once more, this time targeting the White-robed Cleric, who lay motionless on the bed. The release triggered another violent burst of ecstasy from her. Only after a long while did she signal for him to climb off. Then, mimicking Mage Roman, she traced a spell formation on her lower abdomen and began spellcasting to increase her chances of pregnancy. Meanwhile, Mage Roman had finished her own casting and lay quietly atop Shaoke, her small hands roaming over his body.

"Why did you suggest this?" Shaoke asked softly, glancing at the flushed Cleric, seeking an explanation from Mage Roman.