chsdbacks Chapter 740 Strange Things and Old Friends
Chapter 740 Strange Things and Old Friends
The two level-six wizards exchanged a glance, and they saw the same fear in each other's eyes.
When they were standing in the square shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with Jieming, they were the closest to each other and their perceptions were the clearest.
At close range, the power fluctuations that were suppressed within Jemin were simply beyond imagination.
During their conversation with Jemin, their senses did not detect any deliberate release of pressure.
On the contrary, the other party concealed their presence perfectly.
But it was precisely because it was so clean that it gave wizards of their caliber the creeps.
"It's terrifying." One of them finally spoke, his mental energy fluctuations more rapid than usual. "I can't understand why a level five wizard can give off this feeling. His power fluctuations are suppressed very deeply; if I hadn't been in close contact with him just now, I wouldn't have been able to sense them at all. But once I sensed them... I even felt fear."
"His strength is ridiculously exaggerated," another added, a wry smile in his voice. "If I were facing an enemy like that on the battlefield, I might already be dead."
"Chieftain, I suddenly feel that it was a waste to invite him here this time."
I think so too.
"You're right..."
Listening to the words of the two level-six wizards, Chief Kolma couldn't help but sigh, and regret showed in his eyes.
"What a waste..."
Jemin followed the Colmar family wizard leading the way through the long corridor, his face still bearing the impeccable, polite smile he had worn in the square.
In the brief moment that the wizard turned to push open the next door, he quickly raised his hand and gently pinched the bridge of his nose.
...Aren't these guys a little too enthusiastic?!
Those three level-six wizards in the square just now… The clan leader was alright, after all, he was the head of the family, and he should be adept at dealing with people. But the two level-six wizards standing behind him, from the moment they came up, had smiles on their faces, and the strength of their handshakes, the curve of their smiles, and the timing of their compliments all seemed to have been copied from the same textbook on social etiquette.
Jemin showed no stage fright whatsoever, responding politely with a standard smile and impeccable manners.
But he really wasn't used to such an overly enthusiastic welcome.
On the battlefield, he also frequently received goodwill from other wizards.
But that kindness was genuine; they spoke their minds directly, decisively, and never beat around the bush.
The "enthusiasm" he was seeing was veiled in politeness, making him feel that the other party would get to the point and mention their conditions at any moment. However, what concerned Jemin more was something else entirely.
"Those three level six wizards... are so weak."
As Jemin followed the guiding wizard through the tapestry-covered corridor, he mentally reviewed the sensory data from the plaza. The patriarch's aura was relatively stable, but his solidified law domain was far too weak in Jemin's perception, even far below the average level of the sixth-level wizards he had encountered before.
The other two are even more obvious.
Their laws fluctuate loosely, like a sweater that was only half-knitted and then abandoned, lacking cohesion between the lines, and the efficiency of energy flow is even less than that of David.
It could be said that even a wizard like David, who had only recently broken through to level six due to insufficient talent but relied on resources, was perceived by him to be a significant improvement over these veteran level six wizards.
Jemin gradually came to a conclusion that made him sigh.
These three wizards, like David, must have exhausted their talents and then forced their way to level six using resources.
Because of a lack of talent, they cannot delve deeper into their fields, and their strength is permanently fixed at the moment of breakthrough. "No... it might even be worse," Jemin corrected his thinking.
When you first break through, at least you still have expectations for the future and that drive.
But as time went on, every attempt to study it ended in failure, every new theoretical work he opened he found he couldn't understand, and every century passed without any progress...
This endless, unending predicament will constantly erode their mental strength.
Ultimately, they stopped pursuing even the most basic research, turning instead to seeking enjoyment and the satisfaction that could be obtained without talent. This is why this absurd situation has arisen.
Their strength might not even be comparable to that of a newly promoted sixth-level wizard like David.
"That's true." Jemin shook his head inwardly.
"In the endless, seemingly limitless field of research, even many qualified wizards will give up, let alone those who are less qualified. Ultimately, only a minority can persevere and continue their research."
David hasn't given up yet, at least not now. He's still working hard for his family and moving forward in his own way.
These veteran Level 6 certifications have been standing still for who knows how many years.
He sighed silently, suppressing that trace of regret deep within his mind.
The double-leaf carved gate in front of him was slowly pushed open by the guiding wizard, and the open-air banquet hall unfolded before him.
Jemin paused for a moment.
Looking around, the banquet area covers tens of thousands of square kilometers.
The ground was paved with polished white marble, its surface as smooth as a mirror, and every so often stood a pillar carved with the coat of arms of the Colmar family.
Fist-sized illuminating crystals float atop the pillars, casting a soft glow even during the day, adding a touch of fantasy to the entire banquet hall. Flower beds, fountains, and pavilions are scattered throughout, each element meticulously designed.
Several magic array towers, specially designed for launching fireworks, stood at the edge of the banquet hall. The runes on the towers were flashing rhythmically, and every few minutes a firework would rise into the sky with a silver trail, exploding into a dazzling rain of light in the blue sky.
Further away, there were even floating magic circles that controlled the lights.
Although it was still daytime, the magic arrays were already in a rehearsal state, with light and shadow weaving slowly changing patterns below the clouds. Such extravagance was quite rare even by wizarding standards.
However, Jemin's gaze only swept over the decorations once before he subconsciously began searching for traces of protective magic arrays along the edge of the area. There were arrays controlling the climate, arrays maintaining temperature and breezes, and arrays that made flowers bloom outside their flowering season.
There was even a lighting adjustment array that simulated just the right amount of cloud cover, ensuring the sunlight wasn't too intense or too dim. But there wasn't even a single simple energy barrier array.
They didn't even install the basic level of alert barrier that could only block one stray bullet on the battlefield.
"If we are attacked, we really have no means of fighting back."
Jemin mentally scoffed, then shook his head, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, realizing he'd overreacted.
This is the core plane of the Colmar family, the heartland of the wizarding civilization, not the frontline plane in the endless chaotic void.
Worrying about being attacked here is as pointless as wearing full plate armor in your own living room.
It seems that his experience of various wars has made him ill-suited to such a peaceful environment.
Just as he was feeling sentimental, his senses suddenly detected a deliberately concealed aura approaching from behind.
Actions are faster than consciousness.
Jemin dodged to the side, and the hand that was originally going to pat his shoulder missed its mark.
Jemin turned around and saw that beautiful face filled with resentment.
Bert Vera Augusta.
The genius heiress of the Augusta family, who had entered the university in the same year as him and fought side by side in the same elite combat unit. Her black hair was a little longer than it had been a thousand years ago, and she still tied it into a neat high ponytail with that dark blue hair ribbon.
Her face still wore its usual indifferent expression, but in her dark eyes, an undisguised resentment was now surging. Her lips were slightly pursed, and the arm that Jemin had dodged was still hanging in mid-air, clearly not expecting that Jemin had discovered her hiding place. "Ahem...long time no see."
When Jemin recognized her, his expression stiffened slightly, and then he awkwardly raised his hand to greet her.
"snort."
Augusta withdrew her hand, crossed her arms over her chest, and raised her chin slightly, looking down at him.
"I wouldn't dare to get to know you... After all, you've probably lost my contact information a long time ago, haven't you?"
Jemin opened his mouth, then looked away somewhat guiltily.
He was indeed in the wrong.
Back when he was fighting the illusionary wizard on the battlefield, if it weren't for Augusta's desperate efforts to buy time, he wouldn't have lasted until the end.
After that, Augusta voluntarily gave him the communication code.
But he later forgot about it.
Their contact lists remain empty to this day; Jeming has never contacted her even once.
"I apologize." Jemin lowered his head sincerely, his tone frank. "You helped me so much back then, and I didn't contact you afterwards. It was indeed my fault. As an apology... I'd like to invite you to my dimension as a guest sometime."
Augusta stared at him for a few moments.
Her dark eyes swept back and forth across his face several times before she let out a cold snort and lowered her arms from her chest. Her expression shifted from "dissatisfaction" back to her usual "expressionless" demeanor.
Although there was still some resentment in that cold snort, his tone had softened considerably.
"I've heard about your recent achievements; they're truly impressive." She suddenly changed the subject, her voice calm. "But I won't give up." She raised her eyes, a sharp light flashing in her dark pupils.
"I will definitely surpass you!"
The moment she finished speaking, her aura suddenly surged.
Something she had been suppressing within her inadvertently leaked out, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly from the force of that aura.
Although it was withdrawn in an instant, Jemin still sensed a lot of information from that aura.
The power contained within this aura far surpassed that of an ordinary level five wizard, and in Jemin's view, it was even comparable to some ordinary level six wizards. Sensing this aura, Jemin felt a strange sense of joy and nodded sincerely.
"I'm looking forward to it."