Chapter 409 Spending Time with the Wife

It had been a long time since the Blue-robed Mage invited the Spellcaster to explore that relic. Of course, the Spellcaster had also sought her out, but a Ninth Rank Professional guarding the outpost told him she had already left. As for where she went, he did not know, because she did not use the teleportation array to depart, so the outpost had no way of tracking her destination. Shaoke also tried to contact the Blue-robed Female Mage through his scepter, but perhaps due to the great distance, he was completely unable to reach her.

Although the translation work on those books slowed down entirely due to the absence of another translator, Moyu'er and the others were unusually excited. Now that no outsiders were around, they could freely discuss matters with Shaoke without fear of being overheard.

Days passed one after another. One morning after breakfast, instead of going to translate books, the Spellcaster told Lan Wei'er and the others that he had some matters to attend to, and then left his three daughters to continue their translation work in the room.

"Is it Mother ending her research?" Moyu'er widened her eyes as she looked at Shaoke, feeling that her father was going to welcome her mother back. Of course, Lan Wei'er and the others also looked at Shaoke with questioning eyes. If it was truly as Moyu'er said, then their leisurely, comfortable, and unrestrained days would soon come to an end, something they were not eager to see.

Shaoke nodded, then turned and strode to the enormous mage tower of the outpost. Soon, he located the room where Mage Roman was in deep meditation. The wards and defensive spells were still active, and without the permission of the owner inside, the Spellcaster could not break the spells to enter. Of course, unless one's mental strength and mana could surpass the energy of the elemental pool that powered the mage tower, no technique or incantation could break the defensive spells and wards above.

The Spellcaster stood there quietly. Fortunately, this was a place where professionals cultivated in seclusion, and no one passed by, so he did not feel awkward. He waited for a full half-day before all the protective spells and wards before him vanished. Then, the stone door carved with complex patterns opened, and a figure flew out swiftly—it was Mage Roman. As for the White-robed Cleric, she leaned against the stone door at the entrance, smiling as she watched the affectionate scene between the two.

The Female Mage hugged Shaoke tightly. "It worked," she said, then fell silent, kissing him repeatedly, until finally she fell asleep in his arms. When the Spellcaster noticed this, he quickly asked the White-robed Cleric to examine her. Only after learning that she was simply exhausted did he relax.

"Last time, Moxier suggested putting her in that medicinal pool; it would help her recover faster," the White-robed Cleric proposed after casting a support spell on Mage Roman. "Have Moyu'er or Lan Wei'er give her a massage. This long period of cultivation has weakened her constitution." After speaking, the White-robed Cleric gestured, implying that if Mage Roman walked for too long, she would become weak. Of course, after some recovery time, she would return to her former state.

After placing the sleeping Mage Roman into the medicinal pool, the Cleric also entered the pool. Shaoke returned to his own room, fetched Lan Wei'er, and asked her to massage Mage Roman.

Watching her mother sleep soundly, Lan Wei'er nodded. Before Shaoke left the pool room, she noticed something different from before. "Father, Mother's mental energy has changed greatly. It is much stronger, but her mana has decreased compared to before." She looked at Shaoke, who nodded silently, then turned her gaze to the White-robed Cleric for help.

The Cleric nodded and indicated that this was normal. Nothing was wrong. Relieved, Lan Wei'er removed her clothes and entered the pool to massage Mage Roman. After watching for a short while, the White-robed Cleric left the room.

Back in the magi's residence, at Shaoke's signal, the White-robed Cleric explained in detail to the children about Mage Roman's condition and urged them to focus diligently on their translation work.

A few days later, Mage Roman and Lan Wei'er finally returned to the magi's residence. Seeing Mage Roman free of fatigue, Shaoke nodded happily and signaled everyone to continue translation work. But at Moyu'er's request, Mage Roman gave a detailed account of her advancement, taking up the entire day. Even after dinner, her explanation was not finished.

Shaoke reclined leisurely in his chair, watching Mage Roman in the distance. She would hug one child, kiss another, her red lips moving rapidly as she spoke. The White-robed Cleric sat quietly nearby, passing fruit to Lan Wei'er and the others to eat, and of course, there was a share for the Spellcaster as well.

"Can Mother really defeat some Ninth Rank beings now?" Moyu'er asked in a surprised tone. "But I can't believe it's true." She knelt on the floor covered with thick furs and rugs, asking Mage Roman to demonstrate a spell.

The Female Mage nodded helplessly. She never refused her children's not-too-excessive requests. With a few simple incantations and no hand gestures, a ball of faint golden light appeared before her after the incantation ended. Under the caster's control, the light moved slowly toward Shaoke. Two consecutive Ninth Rank defensive spells were released by the Spellcaster, but the golden light seemed unaffected, passing through them effortlessly. Finally, Shaoke exerted strong mental energy to forcibly neutralize the Female Mage's attack.

Of course, the attack was very weak, but even so, Shaoke felt he had expended considerable mental energy.

"Ninth Rank defensive spells can't block it?" Lan Wei'er asked in surprise, her mouth agape. "Mother, what spell did you just cast? Can you tell us about it?"

Mage Roman chuckled. "Don't forget, any mental spell of any rank can penetrate ordinary defensive spells, unless the defensive spells are entirely constructed with mental energy." As she spoke, she glanced at Shaoke, nodded, and continued, "That was just a Sixth Rank mental spell. After I transcribe some spells later, I'll demonstrate the power of an Eighth Rank mental spell. By then, your father will definitely be unable to resist it." She raised an eyebrow at Shaoke and laughed.

"If you do that, Father will be happy!" Moyu'er shouted. When her mother glared at her, she laughed and ran over to the fireplace beside Shaoke, adding a few logs. Sitting cross-legged there, she stared into the flames, lost in thought. Shaoke just glanced at her and continued reading his book. Mage Roman also took out her spell record to write down her insights—a task that would last a long time.

Mage Roman spent an entire year learning a single Eighth Rank mental spell, and that was only possible because she had the family's arcane secret and had converted to a mental spellcaster. No one else could learn an Eighth Rank mental attack spell so quickly. Of course, some magi could never learn high-rank mental spells, and Shaoke was among them.

He had tried to transcribe some Eighth Rank mental spells, but after several failures, he gave up on learning mental attack spells and instead focused on how to defend against them.

When Mage Roman conjured a faint golden spear and thrust it at Shaoke, the White-robed Cleric and the others watched nervously. After all, mental attack spells were completely different from other types of spells. If hit by one, the entire meditation space could be destroyed, rendering the victim unable to cast spells.

Seeing the golden spear, the Spellcaster attempted several Blinks but eventually stopped. The spell tracked him closely, unfazed by his Blink range. Under such circumstances, the Spellcaster had to use his previous method to defend. His powerful mental energy collided with the golden spear, but the spear instantly dispersed his mental energy and continued toward him. After trying several methods, he finally released the spell "Spell Structure Disintegration."

Two streams of golden light flew from the Spellcaster's hands and struck the mental attack spell. The spear instantly split into four, two of which vanished in midair, while the other two continued toward him. Another Disintegration spell produced similar results, and this time the two golden spears became eight, each bearing such powerful mental energy that Shaoke knew each was as strong as before, unchanged.

After another Blink, the Spellcaster signaled Mage Roman to stop the attack. Finally, as the golden spears struck a large tree and vanished, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They had not imagined the mental attack spell could be so formidable. If they had faced it, they certainly could not have evaded it as easily as the Spellcaster had.