Reincarnated as an Elder: I Became the Strongest Summoned Beast in Another World

"Teacher, what is this?"

With the sewers secured, Furlyn has made a new discovery.

She took out the two artifacts from Mao Die's pocket: a spider lily and a blood jade, and curiously held them up in front of Mao Die, waving them around.

"This...this is?!"

Oh no, he forgot about the voice artifact that was supposed to be for Furlyn.

No wonder this battle was so exhilarating... So that's how it is!

A max-level account is indeed very useful.

"This is a gift from the Dean; I borrowed it just now."

That way, if Ivinel asks after their safe return, Modie will have an explanation.

After all, embezzling public property is something that would be punished by a bad woman.

"It's time to hand them over to you. It'll be good insurance in case another fight breaks out."

After saying that, Mao Die pretended to be very generous and placed the two sound artifacts in Furlin's hands.

In fact, the dangerous riots had ended, and Modie and Fullin were only a well away from the ground.

Now, a problem even more difficult than the battle has arisen—

How do you get out of a narrow, damp vertical shaft without any tools? And how do you break through the manhole cover?

"Teacher, what should we do?"

Even though Furlyn can catch a blade with her bare hands, break a boulder with her chest, and shatter a demon pill with a single kick, she can't do anything about the manhole cover above her head.

Even though she had just put on the voice artifact that Yvonne had borrowed, it was to no avail, because she couldn't fly.

"Don't underestimate the Wings of Flight."

Yes, it's not the Wings of Wind, nor is it a "Soaring" exploration tool, but yet another masterpiece of the ultimate Frankenstein's monster—

The Wings of Flight, which serves the exact same purpose as the other two, also has a platinum skin for legendary veteran players.

"Wings On"

White feathers with a golden base sprouted from his back, neither too long nor too short, just right.

The original Wind Wings cannot be controlled independently, and the Naruto's Soaring is not flexible enough in a small space, while Naruto's Soaring Wings combine the strengths of both.

Maodie's Wings of Flight can not only take off from flat ground, but also go straight up and down, and make sharp turns left and right. Holding a girl in your arms is also easy and effortless.

"Teacher, you can do this too?"

The girl's eyes sparkled.

Let alone Furlyn, even someone as skilled as Ivinel, who was on par with Mordecai, couldn't learn the player-exclusive secret techniques.

Let's just consider the Wings of Flight as one of the cheat codes.

It's something that others don't have, but I have it all. How can that not be considered a cheat? And its parameters aren't too high, so it won't disrupt the balance and can even improve the experience. Why not use it?

"Um... Shall we go?"

The only downside is... even Furlyn can't use this, right?

It's true that Mao Die can carry him up, but he clearly swore that there would be no close contact... What should we do?

"The process might be a little... you know, do you... mind?"

Things have come to this point, the arrow is on the bowstring, and there's no turning back!

Not wanting to waste any more time, Modie simply opened his arms wide, signaling to Furlin to hug him tightly.

If you've reached the required level of affection, then so be it; we'll think about the rest later.

"There's nothing we can do about it, teacher, you won't overthink it, will you?"

The girl blushed, but ran over with a smile and hugged Mao Die tightly.

"I am in position."

"Then let's go."

With Modie holding Furlyn, he took off from the spot with zero frames, heading straight for the heavy iron cover at the top of the narrow vertical shaft.

Cats are not only sensitive to sight, but also to hearing, so Maodie can hear footsteps on the manhole cover and waits until no one walks by.

"Wind Flow——"

He chanted the same incantation with more force than before, and the effect of the airflow was more ferocious.

It was used to tease Furlyn before, and now it's used to blow on manhole covers. How can those be the same?

The manhole cover flew into the sky, followed closely by a man and a woman embracing each other, leaving the people on the street dumbfounded.

Screams erupted throughout the city, and chaos reigned.

Mao Die, however, disagreed. Unlike a bird, he flew like a peregrine falcon soaring freely, flying backwards in a semi-circular trajectory and then making a 180-degree turn to avoid the path of the manhole cover.

The manhole cover fell back into the distance, leaving only the lint floating in the air.

Sometimes it skimmed across the ground, sometimes it soared straight into the sky, and sometimes it circled around chimneys and dispersed the smoke.

He doesn't need to flap his wings, because those wings are a byproduct of magic; he only needs to channel magic power and manipulate them with his mind.

"Wow, teacher! You're so beautiful..."

Meanwhile, Furlyn in his arms showed no fear whatsoever; instead, she cheered joyfully.

If it weren't for the fact that she was holding Maodie, her excited little hand would probably have already been pointing into the distance.

White walls and red tiles, a clock tower in the street, and bustling crowds.

Accompanied by white doves and birds, they flew over the red-tiled roofs of Wisdom, facing the gazes of people on the street or patrolling guards, heading north.

Looking further, the gray walls of the college are faintly visible, their outlines barely discernible.

With the spring sunshine and gentle breeze, Maodie did not rush to fly back quickly, but instead leisurely and leisurely controlled its speed.

The breeze is gentle enough not to cloud the young girl's vision; she can, like a bird, survey the magnificent cityscape below.

The pleasant spring scenery and the harmonious governance of the people are also a source of glory for Cecilia's family.

She is proud of her family and her identity, which is why she constantly pushes herself and refuses to be seen as ordinary.

"We've arrived."

After overcoming minor setbacks and leaping over the stone walls of the city within a city, Mao Die and his beloved girl finally returned safely to the academy.

He didn't go to find Yvonne, nor did he fly straight to the classroom without understanding the situation. Instead, he carried the girl, who was already fast asleep in his arms, and flew to her boudoir.

She caused trouble in class yesterday, and Naruto couldn't be found either, so she probably didn't sleep all night. Today, she was kidnapped while dragging her tired body, so it's reasonable for her to fall asleep.

"Air Suction..."

Mao Die embraced the beauty with one arm and used the other to draw the wind open the window, carefully following her inside before thoughtfully closing the window to prevent her from catching a cold.

He gently placed Furlin on the bed, took off her little leather shoes one by one, then removed her tattered white stockings, and covered her with a thin blanket.

The girl was still asleep, while Maodie quietly gazed at her sweet sleeping face.

But time waits for no one. After the girl woke up, he couldn't bear to let her worry about his hidden identity any longer. He had to transform back into the cat known as "Jazz Cat".

Good afternoon, my young lady.

He smiled slightly, picked up the basket of dirty clothes that the servants hadn't yet retrieved and washed, opened the window, flew out, and then chanted a spell to close it—

"Wind Flow..."

I flew downstairs, glided all the way to the pond in the back garden, and then washed each piece of clothing clean.

Robes, shirts, skirts, white silk, underwear, briefs... He soaked them in water, then collected fragrant flowers and herbs and crushed them with a vortex to make a fragrant liquid.

Finally, let the wind dry it.

"Heh~ You seem pretty busy, huh?"

After finishing a series of household chores, Mao Die looked up and heard the old woman's teasing.

"I can't hear you, I can't hear you."

He turned around and saw her sly smile, a mixture of jealousy and malice on her face. He was so frightened that he pretended to be stupid and grabbed his clothes basket as he fled.

It was already afternoon, and compared to the cunning white fox, her soon-to-be-awakened owner was much more charming and adorable.

"Chivalier" has been away from home for a long time, it's time to go back and visit.