But now, the magic web has been destroyed.
So, those who have been "academy-fied" are stuck at the Fourth Level.
"Shall we continue with the second manuscript?"
The wind element inquired.
The girl did not immediately translate the contents of the second manuscript. She looked at Ethan with a mischievous smile on her face, "You have to play with me for two hours when we go back."
"The second manuscript is about the research on the God of Trickery."
Researching an Upright God seems somewhat overambitious; the old lady openly admitted in the manuscript that if Ethan hadn’t brought news of the divine spirit’s demise, she would never have had the courage to undertake such research.
The God of Trickery, Kadela, is the most controversial Upright God.
Almost all of His traceable actions are more like those of a Middle-Level God.
Playing tricks, mastering conspiracies, and enjoying manipulating everything from behind the scenes - His followers are the same. He earned the title of Upright God because His plan played an extremely crucial role in the First Evil God War, and no one could ignore His contribution to this world.
Since academization became widespread among Kadela’s followers, the subsequent magicians have increasingly resembled a group of well-behaved students.
This runs counter to Kadela’s deeds.
The old lady thought that trickery is essentially a form of deception, and she tried to put herself in Kadela’s perspective. If it were the God of Trickery Himself, in what way would He want His followers to ascend?
It would certainly not be through systematically learning magic and taking exams.
A loyal knight needs to prove his courage, and the Knight Lord would grant them the Holy Sword in return.
So, as a follower of the God of Trickery, perhaps she needed to weave a lie that could fool everyone!
Almost as soon as she had this thought, she heard the echoes from the back hall.
It was guidance from the God of Trickery, affirming her thoughts, as if telling her that after so many scholars, a true follower had finally appeared in the Mage Tower.
She felt an unprecedented joy, immediately followed by pondering the next question, which is the real test given to her by the God of Trickery.
What kind of lie must she weave?
A bold idea brewed in her mind: for today’s guild, nothing would cause a greater uproar than the sudden death of a scholar.
It was foreseeable that when the news of her death spread, the Mage Tower would fall into prolonged chaos, and the Pure-blood Clan would fight fiercely for the next scholar’s position, necessitating someone to end the chaos.
She mentioned Rowena’s name in the manuscript.
The old lady confessed that if it weren’t for Ethan and Rowena’s friendship, she might never have paid attention to this person with a history of numerous crimes, nor would she have investigated the events surrounding Rowena and her parents. Follow current novᴇls on novęlfire.net
She hoped Rowena would be the one to end the chaos.
With Rowena awakening her "deceased" self, she could then naturally pass the scholar’s scepter to Rowena as her successor.
She had been a scholar for too long and gradually lost interest in the guild’s trivial matters, yearning to devote herself wholeheartedly to further research.
The echoes from the back hall responded to her.
She received a recipe for a magic potion, which could help her complete this final test.
"Is this...fake death?"
Ethan became instantly invigorated, almost unable to resist applauding the scholar. Even he was fooled by this old lady.
Then the third manuscript, perhaps, was the method for awakening the scholar, or in other words, a script written specifically for Rowena.
However, the green-haired girl interrupted Ethan’s thoughts in a calm tone, "’I will meditate and listen to Kadela’s guidance,’ is the only sentence on the third manuscript."
This was a manuscript that wasn’t completed in time.
Perhaps, according to the scholar’s plan, she needed to hear more guidance from the God of Trickery during meditation to help her finish this splendid conclusion.
She might have even deliberately ordered a pumpkin pie, placed it on the chair to let the magicians speculate about the approximate time of her death, with those illusions that appeared in the Mage Tower also set up by her personally.
She joyfully arranged all this like an old prankster, looking forward to the scene where the Great Mages were thrown into chaos because of it.
On that evening, she drank a potion, preparing for the last exam of her life.
The wind element said.
The magic potion and that meditation killed the scholar, making her truly disappear without leaving any trace in the third manuscript.
The scholar didn’t even have time to leave Ethan the method to decode these symbols.
"What she heard was not the echo of the God of Trickery, but noise masquerading as echoes."
Meanwhile, in the Imperial City.
The thrilling qualification race had ended, and the audience gradually recovered from the afterglow of excitement, with the crystal lamps outlining the track’s silhouette, bringing a unique flavor to the event.
But it was already late, and they had to go home and sleep; there was work to do the next day.
Palansi was also long immersed in this novel entertainment activity. He sat in a wheelchair, watching the audience disperse into the crowd, with the crystal lamps illuminating their way home.