Now, let’s lay out the nine-square diagram to examine the situation.
After merging with the Mysterious Research Association, the Silent Spellcasting Group controls the A1 Training Field area and the A2 Experimental Building area, effectively controlling two areas. The A3 Dormitory area is still unclaimed.
The B1 Dormitory area remains unoccupied; the B2 Administration Area and B3 Teaching Building area are in Angel’s hands, with effective control over two areas as well.
Without much management pressure, the C1 Magic Master’s Office and Dormitory area are in the hands of the Old Vascular Council, effectively controlling one important area. The vast C2 Flower Bed area is under the control of the Battle Mage Team, and the C3 Development Area is under the control of the High Sect.
Yes, neither dormitory area is claimed, whether it’s the large dormitory area A3 or the small dormitory area B1. After all, it’s not just the magic apprentices looking for easy targets; these contenders are also picking easy targets.
"Although their methods differ from what we had in mind, it seems they’re doing quite well. But if we can only choose one side, how should we choose?" Barnes’ colleague asked.
"Let’s wait a little longer. It’s only been a day. We’ve waited a whole month , so let’s see what happens next," Barnes whispered. "Perhaps there will be unexpected changes, and we’ll see who can give us a satisfactory answer."
As night fell, all the parties except Angel’s began to struggle. Everyone was quietly discussing.
"What should we do? Should we all go back and come again tomorrow? That would mean today’s efforts go to waste."
"Maybe we should take shifts... some people go back to rest while others stay, and then switch in the second half of the night."
"But that would be very tiring... and is it appropriate to withdraw some people? Will someone take over our territory while we’re away?"
"Let’s first see how Angel’s handling it; this guy must have a plan."
Around eight o’clock in the evening, a large batch of tents arrived. Yes, prepared people are different from unprepared ones.
The material vendor delivered a large batch of tents to Angel.
"Your performance amazes me, and I’m increasingly convinced you’ll achieve victory. Everyone’s worked hard all day and deserves a treat. So, besides the food you instructed me to prepare, I took the liberty of preparing some extras."
A feast, a sumptuous dinner. Yes, a sumptuous dinner.
Angel’s people, including the Law Society, arranged long tables on the spot, lit candles, and held a grand banquet.
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Gazing at the inferior wine in the exquisite glass, Angel thought to himself, "People need positive feedback. If you want someone to charge forward with full strength, you need to encourage them and make them feel different from their opponents, make them feel valued. When I was young, I learned guitar with the neighbor’s kid, and I succeeded while he did not because, although I wasn’t good, I enjoyed performing for others, relishing their praise and encouragement. He, on the other hand, hid in his room practicing hard because he wasn’t good. For me, learning the guitar was a joyful thing, but for him, it was not."
The devil standing beside him silently watched for a long time before finally smiling and saying, "Angel, you understand people’s hearts better than a devil. It’s hard to imagine how much you think about at your age."
"Do you think I’m still a child?"
"Uh... I don’t know how to answer."
After a pause, Angel whispered, "When a child learns to hide their troubles, they are no longer a child. It was my brother’s departure that changed me."
The banquet was an unprecedented success, indeed, unprecedented.
First, the Law Society, after a day of fighting in the swamp-like teaching building and even preparing to declare defeat, was suddenly recruited, then treated as victors, encouraged... Some members even burst into tears.
Angel, along with Daniel, went from table to table, encouraging everyone, while introducing Daniel to each member under his command.
Even though the glasses held inferior wine, that didn’t matter. What mattered most was the enchanting atmosphere of light and shadow, what mattered was the heart.
Angel gently clinked glasses with Daniel, smiling, and quietly said, "I really want to get drunk with you, to celebrate the bright future of spreading the spirit of law to every magic apprentice, but now is not the time. Our opponents have not yet been defeated, and we must stay clear-headed."
In the candlelight, Daniel looked at Angel, utterly enchanted. It felt like the God of Law was smiling at him.
He hugged Angel tightly, then released him, saying, "I... I might be a little overwhelmed. I don’t know how to thank you. When we were facing an almost certain defeat, you came, extended your hand, and pulled us out of the quagmire, brought us back on the right path. At this moment, I suddenly find my words inadequate. I can only say... in this battle, as long as you don’t retreat, neither will I."
"To the New Vascular Council President!" Someone from the Law Society raised a glass.