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"Fine, let's just treat it as teaching Xiling."

To everyone's surprise—including the pensive lecturers—the Faded One silently rose. Clutching his unremarkable, even somewhat worn, wooden staff, he strode over to the group of apprentices arguing heatedly.

The argument abruptly stopped. The apprentices stared in astonishment at the faded figure who had been silent and even seemed somewhat out of place throughout the journey.

Even the deep-thinking lecturers were drawn to the attention.

There was no lengthy explanation, no affected airs. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Faded One simply and casually, almost perfunctorily, waved his wand lightly.

The movement was so small it was like brushing dust off a sleeve.

however!

At the very instant the tip of the wand sliced ​​through the air—whoosh! A dazzling, condensed gemstone magic stone instantly took shape!

The whole process was incredibly fast!

“Uh…” The apprentice who was closest to the camera unconsciously uttered a meaningless syllable, his eyes wide open.

The lecturers who were watching the fading patients suddenly froze!

Fast! Too fast! It completely defies their common sense regarding the understanding of sapphire magic!

That was indeed just a very basic and ordinary Radiant Stone Magic Gravel, which any qualified apprentice could cast.

But the key is not the level of the magic, but the way and speed at which it is performed!

It was as if... he had skipped all the predetermined "processes" and, with willpower and some incomprehensible understanding, instantly anchored the "result" itself! As natural as breathing, as simple as taking a step!

Looking at the several students in front of him, mouths agape and eyes glazed over as if petrified, the Faded One tapped the ground with his worn-out wooden cane in annoyance, producing two muffled "thuds" that were particularly clear in the quiet night.

"Did you see it clearly?" The faded one's voice carried a hint of impatience.

"Huh?!" Several students exclaimed as if waking from a dream, looking at each other with blank and bewildered expressions.

What did they see clearly? They only saw the broken wooden staff swing casually, the magical fluctuations so weak they were almost nonexistent, and then... the solidified radiant stone magic stone floated there out of thin air!

One of the bolder students awkwardly scratched the back of his head, his voice barely audible: "I...I'm sorry, sir...I...I didn't notice..."

"Tsk..." The Faded One couldn't help but let out a disgusted syllable, rolling his eyes inwardly. A thought suddenly popped into his head: "Suddenly, I feel like that Xiling guy... isn't so stupid after all?"

When I taught Xiling, who knew almost nothing about magic, I used a similar crude method of "waving my hand to tell you the result".

Although Xiling was also completely bewildered at the time, she was at least able to stumble through and figure out some of the tricks of the trade.

But what about this group of people? They are students of the Realucaria Magic Academy! "Professionals" who immerse themselves in magical theory, history, and practice every day!

They couldn't even understand the "tricks" hidden in his deliberately slowed and unpretentious starting stance.

The Faded One suddenly developed a profound, almost tangible, doubt about the teaching quality of this renowned magical holy land at the border—what kind of blockheads were they producing?

The faded one took a breath.

"Then you'd better look carefully and don't blink."

Several students immediately stared intently at the faded one. Not only them, but the other students from the magic academy also kept their eyes glued to the faded one, afraid of missing any moment.

"Magic is energy."

Actions are the guide.

"Thinking is construction"

"Construction" is the foundation, the framework for shaping magic.

Once the magic to be used is determined, its basic structure is almost fixed—any unauthorized alteration will render it no longer the original magic. The caster can only adjust the efficiency of the guiding action and the intensity and precision of the magical infusion.

The faded one raised his wooden staff once more. This time, his movements were deliberately broken down and slowed down, like a slow-motion video.

He channeled his magic—a clearly visible, flowing pale blue light slowly spread upwards along the grain of the wooden staff, its brightness low, yet its stability startling.

At the same time, his wrist traced a clear path with the wooden staff at an extremely simple, even "rudimentary" angle—not a complex rune drawing, but more like pointing to a definite target point.

However, the "slow-motion replay" that the Faded One was showing at this moment sent a violent tremor through the souls of all the mages present—especially the experienced lecturers!

The clearly visible flow of magic, the precise guiding movements without a single superfluous arc... the two combined to form a terrifyingly efficient resonance! It was as if the most sophisticated machine had accomplished the most complex task using the simplest path.

The magic was not wasted on any unnecessary paths, and the movements were free of any redundant swaying; everything was precisely directed toward the "result" that had already been solidified in the mind.

It is this extreme "purity," stripped of all frills and redundancy, that created the astonishing, almost instantaneous spellcasting effect!

“This…this is impossible…” a young lecturer murmured unconsciously, his pupils contracting sharply in shock. “Abandoning all 'rituals'…going straight to the essence…”

Several of the highest-ranking academy lecturers could no longer contain their surging emotions. They abruptly stood up from the campfire and surrounded the Faded One, disregarding whether he was a friend or subordinate of the king, bombarding him with questions about magic.

Thus, discussions about magic began in the wilderness at night.

This was an exchange that lasted for several hours, but the magicians were still eager to discuss the mysteries of magic with the Faded One, but the Faded One said that there was plenty of time and it was not worth it.

Perhaps out of respect for the Faded One's magical abilities, or perhaps because he was a member of the Silver King's faction, the people from the magic academy didn't say much when the Faded One refused, but simply gave him a few magic scrolls.

This immediately made someone's eyes light up, and then a few more books were stuffed into their hands.

Beside the campfire, the faded figures counted their day's harvest.

"Magic Weapon"

"Magic Shield"

"Pyroxene Comet"

What pleased the faded one most was a magic book called the Realm of Magic.

Just as the Faded One was thinking that he could give the magic sword and magic shield to Xiling.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, even the flickering flames seemed to slow down. A slender female figure, draped in a dark hooded robe, appeared out of nowhere beside him, as if emerging from the flickering shadows of the campfire. She made no sound of footsteps, no magical fluctuations, as if she had always been there.

The Faded One glanced at her and nodded slightly as a greeting, then lowered his head again to continue stroking the scroll of "The Realm of Magic," as if the person beside him was not a mysterious figure, but an insignificant decoration.

Silence, like a cold tide, instantly engulfed the small space. The sound of the wilderness wind and the faint snores from afar seemed to be shut out by this abrupt stillness, leaving only the occasional crackling of the remaining charcoal in the campfire, echoing monotonously between the two.

The silence lasted for several heartbeats, until finally, it was broken by the woman's figure that appeared out of nowhere. Her voice was cold and calm, devoid of any emotion:

Let's make a deal.

"What deal?" the faded one asked, looking at her.

No matter how special you are, you are always someone who has faded into obscurity.

“So?” The faded one tilted his head.

The woman slowly turned her head, the shadow of her hood obscuring most of her face, revealing only a glimpse of her beautifully shaped jawline. Her voice remained steady, "As long as you are a Faded One, you can convert runes into your power, and I..." She paused, as if emphasizing her next words, "...can do just that—so, shall we make a deal?"

The faded man looked at the woman. "What kind of deal do you want, Melina?"

The Faded One had known the other person for a long time. Not long after he arrived at the border, the other person was like a wandering ghost, always hovering around him and observing as if trying to determine something. At that time, the Faded One did not ignore the other person as Xiling said, but went up to talk to him directly.

However, the encounter didn't yield much information; she merely told the faded one her name, "Melina," and some basic, tourist-like information about the border region's landscape.

After that, Xiling came to this world and began her journey to conquer the borderlands. She never appeared again. Now that she has reappeared, she immediately starts a deal, which has left the Faded Ones somewhat puzzled.

Faced with the questions from the Faded Ones, Melina fell into a brief silence. Her gaze seemed to pierce through the flickering embers of the campfire and through the boundless darkness, locking onto the distant horizon—where the enormous silver tree radiated a soft yet majestic glow of order.

“…I would like to ask you,” Melina finally spoke, her voice softer than the night breeze, yet clearly reaching the ears of the Faded One, “to take me to the royal city, to the place where the Silver Tree is located.”

What are you going there for?

Melina didn't answer immediately. Her hands, hanging by her sides, unconsciously rubbed their fingers together slightly. "I want to check..."

Melina paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, before finally uttering a heavy-hearted question: "Should I still uphold my mission?"

"Your...mission? What is it?"

Melina shook her head. "I...don't know either."

The changes at the border were unexpected by everyone, but everything is changing for the better.

The sudden appearance of the Silver King completely overturned this land that had long been shattered by the Golden Law and ruled by madness.

Chaos was replaced by order, and despair was replaced by hope. The fragmented kings who once ruled over their own territories bowed their heads, the distorted creations were purified, and the suffering beings saw the dawn.

The brilliance of the Silver Law, like the gentlest rain and the most steadfast foundation, is spreading and taking root on this scarred land.

The world is transforming for a better future at an unprecedented pace. This should be a sight to be celebrated by everyone.

However, this sweeping and rule-reshaping upheaval has plunged Melina into an unprecedented predicament.

She was like a traveler piecing together a path in the long darkness by the faint light of a candle. Now, the newborn sun suddenly rises, shining brightly and illuminating the smooth road ahead. But the map she had painstakingly pieced together to guide her way suddenly becomes pale, blurry, and even... meaningless in the sunlight.

What is her mission? Where should she go? What is the meaning of her existence? A heavy sense of emptiness, called "losing her purpose," enveloped her.

Perhaps, only by reaching the source of it all, standing beneath that silver tree that symbolizes the new order, bathing in its pure radiance, and feeling its immense presence, will the answer become clear, like the stars after the fog has cleared.

After glancing at the somewhat dazed and confused Melina, the Faded One turned his attention to the campfire. "Alright, let's do it this way. I'll take you to the Silver Tree in the royal city as repayment for the information you provided back then."

“…Thank you.” Melina’s voice was low, carrying a hint of complex emotion.

"No need for thanks, it was just a small matter for me." The Faded One looked at her with a hint of caution in his voice, "Don't cause any trouble over there. If you must, do it after we've left."

Upon hearing the words of the Faded One, Melina paused, "...Thank you for the reminder."

Then, she reached out her hand to the faded person.

"Please give me your hand, and I will transform the runes into your power."

The faded one shifted his hips slightly, moving closer to Melina, and then reached out his hand to touch her.

The moment he touched it, the faded one sensed that some kind of power was slowly merging into his body, but because there was no precise guidance for these powers, they just floated quietly.

The faded ones, as if guided by instinct, used their own consciousness to communicate with these energies.

Give me some brains!

......

Even at night, the royal city was still filled with the sounds of people, who seemed to have endless topics to discuss. Some were praising the city, while others were looking forward to tomorrow.

Inside the palace, soldiers patrolled rigorously, while in one room, the man in the golden mask kept wielding his pen, and Colin was already asleep on the floor.

On the Elden Throne, Remi'an sat in the wheelchair that Xiling had brought back. After so many years in a wheelchair, she had grown accustomed to it.

As the vessel for the Elden Ring, Remian cannot leave this world, or there will be serious problems.

Remi'an gently swayed in the evening breeze. As a deity, she didn't need to sleep, nor did she have any problems. Luo Tianyi and Penglai Temple Jiuxiao had already returned to their own worlds, and at this moment, she was the only one left in the chat group in the royal city.

As Remien was drinking her coffee and looking at the night sky, she seemed to sense something, put down her coffee, pushed her wheelchair, and turned to look behind her.

"Since you're all here, won't you come out for a moment?"

As Remian finished speaking, four figures appeared out of thin air.

Radagan with red hair and a complete body.

The Full Moon Queen holding a staff.

A girl who looks like a doll.

A werewolf carrying a greatsword.

Facing the four figures, Remian merely gave a gentle smile, but in Remian's shadow, something enormous seemed to be constantly moving.

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The two leading ladies of the French Ring have finally appeared, and our Ah Tui is about to level up!

Also! I'm practically a pro at writing 10,000 words a day!

So please, considering how hard I've worked!!!

Unnie, please!!!

Chapter 53 The Journey of Radagan, The Appearance of the Beast of Elden

Remian smiled as she watched the four visitors. One of them was a familiar face to her—the one Radagan had fought against before. Back then, the other person was disabled, but now he was healthy and no longer looked the same.

Upon seeing the group emerge, Remyanne smiled and calmly picked up the simple porcelain teapot beside her. Her voice was clear and gentle: "Tea from my hometown, it tastes quite good. Would you like to try some?" The fragrant aroma of tea wafted out with her movements, carrying a calming herbal scent.

Although Remian was surrounded by people at this moment, her nonchalant actions made it seem as if she was the one surrounding others, not the other way around.

You should know that there are people surrounding her now.