Ark Undead

That is knowledge; it is a kind of power.

Among sorcerers, the spells each person uses are a secret.

Just as Skyfire doesn't share his fire magic formulas, other sorcerers don't share their knowledge with others.

This is their means of livelihood.

Such knowledge is priceless.

For a long time, Tianhuo searched for the exact nature of the curse the Undead had mentioned.

To this end, she consulted many ancient texts and also searched for the emotions of magic that the immortals spoke of.

But she found nothing, yet the Undead had undeniably demonstrated their control over the flames to the Heavenly Fire.

This aroused in her a desire, a desire to obtain this power.

That's why Tianhuo came up with this idea: to exchange an invitation for the teachings of the Undead.

If word gets out, Heavenly Fire will inevitably be scorned by many sorcerers.

But she couldn't bear the pain of having knowledge right in front of her but being unable to access it.

Now that the Undead have spoken frankly, there's nothing left to hide about the Heavenly Fire.

She spoke, offering a soft apology to the undead.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Undying, such methods are indeed dishonorable. I apologize to you. I'm sorry."

"While I do crave your knowledge, this invitation is of little use to me; I have no one else to bring."

As Tianhuo spoke, she crossed her right leg over her left, the fleshy legs encased in delicate black stockings overlapping each other, creating a full and voluptuous curve.

And the beautiful Felin, with a sense of apology, spoke sincerely to the Undead.

"Regardless, this invitation will be for you, so you don't need to worry..."

The Undead shook his head; he had never been worried about the invitation.

Besides Tianhuo, he had other channels to obtain the invitation, but he wanted to make one thing clear to Tianhuo.

"I don't think your desires are wrong."

Tianhuo's somewhat somber expression instantly turned to astonishment.

"Huh?"

"Humans should pursue knowledge, not wait for knowledge to come to them."

The Undead looked at the Heavenly Fire and said.

"I just feel that your methods are completely unnecessary."

"I don't like flames, so I hide them away."

Pursuing knowledge is not wrong in itself, but the methods and purposes of pursuing it can lead to the distinction between right and wrong.

Tianhuo sat up straight and answered subconsciously.

"Yes, you're right."

As the Undead said, fire is something that brings light, so how can expressing one's thoughts in such a subtle way resonate with the righteous and blazing fire?

Suddenly, Tianhuo felt as if she had grasped something crucial.

Just as a student bows to a teacher, Tianhuo stood up and bowed respectfully to the Undead.

"Thank you, Mr. Undying!"

After saying that, Tianhuo threw down the back cushion he was holding and rushed into the laboratory without looking back.

She had a new idea, which stemmed solely from a single sentence uttered by the immortal.

Tianhuo instantly went from being subdued to being filled with research enthusiasm.

The Undead were also stunned for a moment, then looked at Tianhuo, who had already entered the laboratory and picked up a pen and books.

He sighed.

Sure enough, despite the passage of time, these scholars who studied magic all looked the same.

For the sake of knowledge, one can give everything, including one's life.

But without this attitude, which can be described as obsessive, how can one obtain invaluable knowledge?

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A ball of light shone in his palm. The Undead looked at the flame in his hand, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head.

Tianhuo was actually very suitable for learning spells, but the Undead still gave up the idea.

While sorcery requires passion for fire, the ability to control oneself is also crucial.

Those who pursue brilliance should not become deeply entangled in it.

Otherwise, the chaotic flames would surely burn people to ashes.

108. Tianhuo's Little Abacus

"Hannah, bring me that headdress over there!"

Vina was in the warehouse, wearing the dress she would wear for the banquet. As she fiddled with her hair, she reached out and gestured for Hannah, who was dressed as a guard, to take the hairpin from the table.

Hannah put on her gloves and then helped Vina put the hairpin in her hair.

"Is there anything else I've forgotten?"

Vina reminded Hannah, who was also looking at her outfit in the mirror.

"Get ready, we're leaving soon."

"I don't have anything to bring. I'm just going to be a bodyguard anyway, so those people won't pay attention to me."

Hannah scratched her head. She had never attended a banquet like this before, and she was a little nervous.

Vina glanced back at Hannah, who was standing in front of the mirror, constantly adjusting her clothes.

Vina walked over, turned Hannah around, and helped her straighten her tie.

"Don't be nervous. You'll be accompanying me to many more banquets like this in the future. Take it slow and you'll get used to it."

Vina's sudden gentleness caused Hannah's cheeks to flush pink, and then she coughed lightly twice.

"Ahem...Was Vina like this before?"

"Of course, who isn't?"

Vina straightened Hannah's collar again, then helped her adjust her clothes and straighten them.

"The first time I attended a meeting, Morgan was there supporting my back. Otherwise, I probably would have collapsed after saying only a couple of words. It was definitely a nerve-wracking experience, but once you get used to it, it's just like that."

Vina smiled and ruffled Hannah's hair again. She turned back to the table and began to touch up her makeup.

"So don't feel pressured. Your main purpose in going is to help me make a good impression. I'll also introduce you to our friends. We need to let more people know you."

As Vina spoke, she turned her head and smiled at Hannah.

"You agree, don't you? My personal bodyguard, Miss Hannah?"

"!" Hannah turned her head and subconsciously covered her nose. She felt her face was a little hot and she also felt a little dizzy.

Could it be a cold? A cold is no good!

Vina noticed Hannah's little movements and assumed that Hannah was still very nervous and needed time to adjust.

So after Vina finished her makeup, she asked aloud.

"Speaking of which, where's Mr. Wandering Soul? Isn't he also attending the banquet tonight? When is he leaving?"

"Ah, Mr. Wandering Soul."

Hannah thought for a moment, and then she said.

"When I came back from Mr. Wandering Soul's place, he was still at home, not even changed his clothes yet. Someone must be coming to pick him up, right?"

"That makes sense, after all, he was invited to the banquet by someone else."

Vina nodded, stood up from her seat, and picked up the bracelet she was wearing from the side.

"Let's go, it's time for us to set off."

Hannah nodded and went to the warehouse entrance to check the vehicles that had just been prepared.

Meanwhile, at Tianhuo's home.

"Shoes, shoes!"

Tianhu rushed out of the laboratory, wearing a red evening gown that had just been ironed.

Her hair was tied up with a black ribbon, and she wore light makeup.

Having just finished his experiment, Tianhuo finally had time to change into the attire required for the banquet.

As he passed the standing clock, Tianhuo glanced at the time and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought there was no time left, but when she glanced at the screen, she found there was still more than an hour left.

There's still time; there's no need to be so hasty with Tianhuo.

Subconsciously slowing her pace, Tianhuo picked out a pair of deep red high heels from the shoe cabinet by the door and sat down on the sofa.

She hooked her hand on her high heels and slipped her jade-like toes, encased in black stockings, into the shoes.

I rubbed the flesh of my heel against my index finger, and then my entire foot was inside the shoe.

The back of the evening gown was elongated, almost dragging on the ground, while the front was shortened to above the knee.

Her shapely thighs, wrapped in black cloth, boldly displayed their beauty beneath the bright red long skirt.

It must be said that Tianhuo possesses an impeccable elegance in terms of aristocratic etiquette.

Even in clothes that she had hastily altered, every move she made exuded a captivating sexiness.

This young girl, who had only been an adult for a few years, possessed a charm that rivaled that of mature aristocratic women.

It's truly intriguing to think of what kind of family could raise a woman like that.