Accompanied by Fischer's landing.
A very realistic problem lay before the three of them.
Should they continue to study the chanism of this spell to find a way through, or take more drastic asures, even alerting the caster in the castle?
"..."
The gaze of the three, Ronald, Fischer, and Il, crossed in the castle hall.
Fischer's intention was simple. As soone seeking help, she naturally didn't want to be too aggressive at this ti, in case it hindered her hope of finding her sister.
Regarding Fischer's attitude.
Ronald, who was just one book away from collecting all three original classics, naturally wasn't in a hurry, so he nodded slightly toward the red-haired girl below:
"Let's study it carefully."
"After all, it's that Grand Mage Majie'er. Rash actions that easily cause misunderstandings will definitely lead to trouble."
Seeing Ronald express his attitude, Fischer imdiately breathed a sigh of relief.
She feared not fighting others due to differences in opinion, but if it was for such a reason, drawing swords with newfound friends would be hard to accept.
So Fischer quickly replied:
"If there's anything dangerous ahead, please feel free to leave it to ."
"..."
In response, Ronald nodded toward the girl.
His judgnt about Grand Mage Majie'er just now was also his heartfelt opinion. A previous historical fragnt, where Costate battled with Grand Mage Shui, still lingered vividly in his mind.
According to normal logic...
Majie'er was also a Grand Mage of Lacrimont and the strongest, qualified to join the Council of Six.
His strength was definitely above Shui's.
Not to ntion this era was when Grand Mage Majie'er had a lifeti of experience, and his wisdom and knowledge were at their peak.
In mystical combat, young people indeed have physical and ntal advantages.
But for soone like Majie'er, the tempering of ti likely wouldn't blunt his edge but would forge him into a peerless weapon.
If he could avoid fighting such a strong man, Ronald was more than willing.
Moreover, in the first historical fragnt.
This Grand Mage Majie'er had helped him quite a bit!
...
Thus, Ronald and his two companions began their research in the castle hall.
At this mont, only a few dozen people remained in Lacrimont, making the environnt as ghostly as a haunted scene amidst the many towers of the castle area.
Not only were Ronald and his companions undisturbed, but they didn't even see a shadow in their view.
Under such convenient and safe circumstances, the unique situation here also beca clear to them.
This restriction preventing upward advancent did not only occur within the castle but extended across the surrounding area, affecting even the nearby sky.
Moreover, since the entire castle area was built up the slope, the core area of Lacrimont was totally enveloped by this range, leaving not the slightest gap!
The only sowhat surprising discovery.
Was that this rule only affected the three living people, while stones, items in the castle, and even spells cast were completely unaffected and could reach the upper levels normally.
Ronald was inclined to tackle the spell itself which prevented them from ascending.
But the structure of this spell only appeared at the mont it activated, so even if he could analyze the structure, he couldn't affect it when the spell was inactive.
This almost ruled out any technical solution!
At this point, Ronald was almost certain that this unique spell was the handiwork of Grand Mage Majie'er.
No other caster could possibly have such exquisite spellcasting techniques!
Next ca the endless failures surrounding Ronald and his companions.
They explored almost every corner nearby, but without resorting to violent ans to break through, the three of them couldn't find even the slightest possibility of reaching the upper floors!
Faced with such results.
After a long period of fruitless struggle, Il began to grow impatient and quietly approached Ronald to whisper:
"Boss, it seems like we don't have any good ideas left."
"Perhaps we could try a simpler and more direct approach, like..."
"Il, what are you whispering to Ronald about?"
At this mont, Fischer happened to approach, hearing the sound, Il imdiately fell silent, turning her head with a grin:
"I was just thinking of ways to go up and having a good talk with the boss."
Fischer had no suspicion of Il, and hearing this, she was delighted:
"So—Il, you have a way up?"
"..."
Il indeed had a way.
But what she hoped for, if spoken now, would likely lead to a confrontation with Fischer!
So she decisively cast a pleading look toward Ronald.
The slightly pleading look in her eyes was very clear—Boss, please help !
"..."
Seeing Il's resigned expression, Ronald was sowhat helpless.
But what could he do since she was his person?
In such a situation, Ronald had to present an idea he previously thought of to Fischer:
"Il does indeed have an idea, but it's not guaranteed to succeed."
Fischer imdiately responded:
"In the current situation, I think we should try any plan with a chance of success."
Only then did Ronald share his earlier thought:
"The current situation is that the spell will return people to their original position, but objects in the castle are not affected. So if we find a suit of armor that fits soone, have soone wear it, might we not try to go up?"
Ronald's inspiration ca from a cartoon he loved as a child.
In theory, using a scenario from a cartoon in reality might seem childish, but the originals often include various forms of artistic creation.
So, in this case, it might just be a viable solution.
On the other hand, Fischer, after hearing Ronald's idea, was much more straightforward. The red-haired girl, naturally inclined toward action, only thought for a mont before imdiately deciding on the plan:
"No problem, this thod is worth trying."
"Just like we discussed before, I'll handle this attempt, and Ronald, you stay here; if sothing happens, rember to call ."
As soon as she finished speaking, Fischer turned and headed downward.
Although Lacrimont was a city of mages, the castle had plenty of armor for decorative purposes.
The girl didn't take long.
Soon she had selected a suit of armor roughly her size.
Then Fischer returned all the way to the castle's staircase, and right in front of Ronald and Il, she began clumsily putting on the armor.
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