In the forest of cedars, which is slightly shorter compared to the south yet exudes a resilient character, the air gently rippled before a pitch-black cavity silently opened.
A man and a woman stepped out.
"Heh, the North is truly different from the South. Even spring seems to arrive noticeably later here."
Feeling the lingering chill in the air, the tall Aiven, dressed in a proper hunting outfit with long boots and a brown cloak, lightly waved the exquisite gemstone staff in his hand.
Whoosh—!
A ring of spiritual wind rose at his command, dispelling the biting cold around them.
Standing beside Aiven was Angie, who looked more like a young lady with each passing year.
Wearing a pink and white dress, with smoke-like lantern sleeves adorned with a row of small pink bows from cuffs to elbows, and a white fringed tassel cloak, she appeared sweet and cute.
Feeling the special treatnt Aiven provided, Angie turned her head with a sweet smile:
"Teacher, Kaka is getting more impressive. This ti, using the Black Cavity for long-distance teleportation didn't cause even a hint of dizziness."
Upon hearing the praise from the eldest in the family, Kaka burst out of Aiven's shadow, climbed up his trouser leg, and onto his broad shoulder, wagging its tail and chirping joyfully at Angie: "Kaka... Kaka..."
Looking at the dramatically transford Kaka on his shoulder, Aiven thought to himself: How can a tractor be the sa as a Maserati now?
They say technology propels social progress, but what propels technological progress?
Of course, it's war!
Having once played the role of an arms dealer in a war, Aiven's reserve of technology grew imnsely, with items like coral steel weapons, activated ship armor, electromagnetic cannons (aquamarines), flesh puppets, artificial at, directed organ cultivation...
Each of them is of imnse value.
But the most transformative of them all is the servant demon — "Shadow Sub-dragon" Kaka!
By continuously duplicating and purifying the essence of the "Shadow Dragon Bloodline" through the infinitely powered Flesh Altar, Kaka's life essence was continuously nourished. Now, from the outside, the initial little lizard had beco a purebred shadow dragon.
Five curved horns had grown from its head, and two dragon wings were tightly folded against its back.
Upon transformation to its normal size, it had beco a behemoth nearly ten ters in length from head to tail, with a wingspan exceeding thirteen ters.
It had also awakened an additional Magic-like Technique: Shadow Servant, and its original Magic-like Ability had been greatly enhanced. Although it still looked like a juvenile, it could easily take on a Tier 2 Peak Official Knight one-on-one.
It was enough to serve a supportive role in battles where Aiven personally participated.
Tap..
Along a path frequently traveled by people in the forest, the two of them moved forward, and Angie, who hadn't ventured out much since arriving in the New Continent, seed like a little skylark freed from its cage, her eyebrows danced with joy.
Along the way, she chatted chirpily, telling Aiven about the achievents of the aptitude tests she conducted the other day for eligible inhabitants in the territory.
"...With the population base, there are quite a few youths in the territory with wizard talent, and twenty-three of them have a good or better affinity with our 'Vitalist School'..."
"..."
"A kid nad Dick even asked if he could beco as mighty as Billiver after becoming a wizard.
I think we could entrust him with maintaining the school's chanical bodies in the future. To et Billiver's demands for roundness and perkiness, Samuel is nearly going crazy, haha..."
"Oh, right, teacher, who are we eting today?"
Aiven listened to Angie's playful babbling and occasionally chid in with a few words, with a pleasant deanor:
"I don't know either. That Milan fellow is always so mysterious, saying sothing about the rightful sun and 'first eting of old friends'? But if they're old friends, how could it be a first eting?
But we're not far now. We'll find out when we get there."
As he said this, he looked up north towards the gradually thawing Lake Huron, not far away.
As they drew closer, however, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. His spiritual radiance, reaching closer to the limit for an Official Wizard, sensed sothing indescribably peculiar there.
...
Squeak... Squeak...
In front of the wooden house in the cedar forest, the pale and thin Leon, as if made from white paper, sat on an old rocking chair with a thin blanket draped over his knees. Although the wind was still a bit chilly, today's sunlight was especially bright.
In front of him, three Official Wizards from the "Clover School" had arrived together, yet they showed no intention of taking a seat.
One must know that the "Clover School" was a small school with only five Official Wizards in total. Their presence here in such a formation showed their determination to obtain the Dream Corridor Potion.
The person leading the group looked down, seemingly making an earnest negotiation with the old wizard, whose Fire of Life seed as if it could be extinguished by a gust of wind:
"Master Leon, we indeed ca with sincerity.
The precious potion that can treat Spiritual Contamination is still being urgently prepared, but there's no problem with mbership within the school, and I do admire those two young individuals.
They are Yage and Kate, right? I can imdiately give them the Clover School's ditation thod, isn't that enough?"
"Pah, what a blatant liar this bastard is! Who cares for your Clover School?!"
Jacob and Kael, who were supposed to have sought refuge at the Iroquois Tribe, had quietly returned at this mont and climbed to a small hillside on the upwind of the wooden house.
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