Caelan frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping Edward up and down.
"How did you know that?"
The warmth on Edward’s face did not diminish in the slightest. He quickly explained,
"Lord Caelan, you may not know this, but from the mont you arrived in Fallen City, Lord Tycoon had already begun making careful preparations."
"He also inford us subordinates that if we ever encountered Lord Caelan and Miss Evelyn, we were to show the highest degree of respect and help resolve any problem for you."
Hearing that, Caelan nodded lightly. The explanation was indeed reasonable.
anwhile, Edward continued speaking with great enthusiasm.
"At the ti, Lord Tycoon told us that he would prepare bookmarks for the two of you, so that was how I guessed your identities."
Only then did Caelan truly relax. He nodded in thanks before asking the question he cared about most.
"Edward, there’s sothing I don’t understand. What exactly is going on with Whitemist Town? Why was the white mist so dense just now, yet now it’s nowhere to be seen?"
Edward still wore that faint smile on his face.
"Lord Caelan, that question is sothing every traveler who cos to Whitemist Town asks."
"But unfortunately, I cannot answer you, because the cause of the white mist is different for every person who sees it."
The mont it heard that answer, Supre Staff instantly grew interested. But because outsiders were present, it did not speak aloud, instead communicating with Evelyn directly.
"Evelyn, ask him whether the white mist in Whitemist Town briefly freezes at sunrise and sunset every day—like it suddenly lags for a mont."
Evelyn was completely dumbfounded when she heard that.
How could white mist "lag"? She could not even imagine such a thing.
Still, she followed Supre Staff’s suggestion and asked the question aloud.
Yet the mont she did, Edward’s face filled with shock.
"Honored Miss Evelyn, how did you know that? Even the residents of Whitemist Town would find it difficult to observe sothing so carefully!"
"It’s truly unbelievable. You’re absolutely right—the white mist of Whitemist Town does indeed freeze for brief monts, but such pauses usually only occur in very small areas."
Evelyn did not say anything more, because at that mont, she was already communicating rapidly with Supre Staff.
"Senior Supre Staff, how did you know the white mist would freeze? Did you predict it?"
Supre Staff replied, "Not really. It just happened to feel a little familiar. Next, it’s ti for you to play your part."
A startled look appeared on Evelyn’s face, and she instinctively asked,
"Senior Supre Staff, what part can I possibly play?"
Faced with Evelyn’s question, Supre Staff did not answer her directly. Instead, it chose to send a voice transmission to Caelan.
When Caelan received the private transmission from Supre Staff, he was slightly stunned.
He had not expected Supre Staff to initiate a private conversation with him.
"Little Caelan, don’t you think our Evelyn is actually a very good girl?"
"In truth, I can tell that she’s sowhat attached to you, and you’ve also been quietly protecting her."
"Although Evelyn may not look particularly powerful right now, and her talent may not be the most outstanding, I’m telling you—there is sothing very special about her."
Caelan froze for a mont and could not help glancing at Evelyn a couple more tis.
"Senior Supre Staff, what do you an by suddenly bringing this up?"
Supre Staff replied, "I’m only telling you that if you want to find the treasure next, you’ll need to borrow Evelyn’s power."
"As for the rest of the benefits, you’ll have to unlock them yourself little by little."
...
Three years earlier,
At the headquarters of the Supre Staff Legion, a large number of genius mages had gathered together.
Unlike warriors, mages placed far more emphasis on inheritance. An outstanding mage family would spare no effort to cultivate a truly gifted magical prodigy.
And precisely because of this tradition, a vast amount of resources began flowing toward the mages of great families.
Eventually, it even led to a situation where the mage class was monopolized by magical families.
After all, if a mage awakener did not join a mage family, then their future path was effectively sealed off. Not only would their level cap be restricted, but many essential materials could not even be bought.
As a result, the number of wild mages unaffiliated with magical families grew smaller and smaller.
Until three years ago, when among the wild mages, only Evelyn appeared.
At the ti, no one believed Evelyn could earn Supre Staff’s recognition.
Every mage from the established families wore a confident smile on their face.
Yet what no one expected was that Supre Staff did not even conduct a test. It simply eliminated batch after batch of mages from the magical families.
Then, when the very last person—Evelyn—appeared, Supre Staff chose her instantly.
That result left not only Evelyn stunned, but also the noble-born mages utterly unable to accept it.
Because in their eyes, Evelyn was the very embodint of low birth.
And yet this very sa "lowborn" girl, in their eyes, had just been chosen instantly by Supre Staff.
So the son of the Vice Commander imdiately voiced his protest.
"Senior Supre Staff, I believe you should choose again. That lowborn mage’s talent is only so-so. Why would you choose her?"
"Look at —the youngest 3-star mage in history. Why won’t you give a chance?"
Once soone took the lead, more people imdiately joined in.
A great number of noble mages openly expressed their dissatisfaction and anger toward Supre Staff.
But in the very next mont, terrifying energy fluctuations surfaced across Supre Staff’s body.
In an instant, the shadow of death descended over every one of their heads.
"If you don’t want to die, then all of you idiots can get the hell out of my sight!"
"From this day onward, anyone who dares question Evelyn’s status will lose their place in the Legion—including that Vice Commander, was it? Stay if you can do the job. If you can’t, then get lost!"
Those overbearing words from Supre Staff instantly provoked the Vice Commander’s dissatisfaction.
But before he could even speak, Supre Staff went straight to rlinster.
"Little rlin, can you handle this or not? If you can’t, then I’m leaving this place."
"It’s not a big matter. You deal with it as you see fit."
The mont rlinster heard that, his expression changed at once. He turned toward the Vice Commander and said in an extrely firm tone,
"You’re fired!"
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