Scholar is one of the most respected professions in the entire Yowein Continent. In any corner of the Three Great Empires, scholars will have their own status.
For Hustace to beco a scholar, it seed a natural progression. His talent for Nurical Sensing Skill had been awakened, but to truly beco a scholar, he would need to make a considerable effort.
The profession of Scholar is easy to get into, but not many can truly master the Nurical Sensing Skill.
You could say that Scholars are the largest group within the professional community. About five out of every ten Adventurers with Class are Scholars.
Compared to the solitary life of an Adventurer, a Scholar feels a bit like the world is his ho...
Scholars are everywhere, but very few can truly attain a high status.
Hustace's decision to pursue a scholarly path was largely due to his recent experiences. He found he was not good at close combat, nor adept at evasion or tracking. He was even outdone in strategic planning by his Stableman, Qi Liu. After all the lessons he learned from this experience, Hustace discovered his true potential and found a long-term developnt plan.
His road ahead was long, but also filled with riches. Hustace knew the responsibilities of a Scholar, and after this peculiar experience, he thoroughly considered his future.
However, it seed that the current situation didn't allow him to freely contemplate his future, because although the Water Wall had decreased in size, it still stood tall with no significant changes.
Was it because the Spirits were not strong enough, or did the enemy behind the Water Wall have enough confidence to resist everything?
No matter the reason, it warranted their attention.
"Why is the progress so slow!" Hustace asked the Spirits.
"The other party seems to have noticed sothing wrong and is retaliating strongly," the white-bearded old man in Hustace's eyes casually replied.
"Is their counterattack very strong?" Although Igor couldn't see it, he didn't forget to pay attention to the situation.
"Err, it's hard to say. Their counterattack is vigorous. It's like they're continuously calculating. They keep changing the coordinates of the source. Their calculations are quick, and we're a bit slow to react."
The Spirits were honest. They had not yet reached their peak state and were only operating at sixty to seventy percent of their strength. Expecting them to compete with a mature protocol system was unrealistic.
To have made it this far was quite impressive.
In fact, the Little Black Hands were only partly right. The other party had indeed noticed sothing amiss but did not counterattack.
The Water Type Spell was a shortcut that Wizard Reed had exchanged for. In other words, he only knew how to implent the spell but did not know how to enhance it.
After all, it wasn't his spell, and he didn't know how to improve it.
Wizard Reed found it strange because the invisible fat man had been caught by these people—sothing he had never imagined.
To be honest, he was a bit regretful now. When the invisible fellow landed 421 punches on the ground, he should have summoned him back. This fat man, invisible and intangible, might have displayed extraordinary power in that great battle.
For example, inadvertently running into the opponent's camp to destroy their rune formation, or even directly steal their things...
Thinking about it, this invisible man could play a significant role...
However, all of that was irrelevant now because the enemy had already caught this invisible, despicable fat man, and it wouldn't be long before he succumbed...
After feeling sorrow for a mont, Wizard Reed quickly composed himself. He had risked everything now, so he shouldn't be so concerned about gains and losses. But seeing the invisible fat man, he couldn't suppress his greed...
Of course, this fleeting depression didn't affect Wizard Reed's determination.
He was still betting everything on this battle to the death against these people.
The enemy was recovering, and he was busily brewing his final move.
He could feel that his final move was about to be ready. Once he released all the Malice Spirit Entities, that would be the mont his fusion would be complete. At that ti, he would reach his consummation.
At that ti, all those who obstructed or disgusted him would et the sa fate—death.
Moreover, after their death, they would have to serve the Black Crow. Their souls, which should have been headed for the Eternal Tranquility Realm, would be sealed by him and handed over to Boss Willem of the Black Crow...
Wizard Reed's fantasies beca greater and greater, his breathing grew faster and faster, and he seed to be in a state of frenzy.
These people did not know who they were facing.
Not just anyone dares to provoke the Black Crow, and this group of riff-raff could not provoke Boss Willem...
Just like the Water Type Spell. While it seed to be just a shortcut, once released, it was not just a rigid entity. The spell would resist; it would adjust in response to the opponent's resistance because it contained equations made by Scholars. As soon as the conditions changed, these equations would activate, leading to corresponding changes.
Wizard Reed sensed the changes in the spell and knew the other party's strength was also increasing continuously. They were highly likely about to break through to a complete state, so he needed to act quickly.
For both sides, it was a critical mont and they had to be careful. Although it seed like Igor and his team were chatting and discussing, they were always vigilant about the floating guy making a move.
Similarly, Wizard Reed was also wary of the Little Black Hands fully recovering. Of course, he couldn't see them but could only feel the continuous influx and growth of Spirit Power from the Little Black Hands.
However, at this mont, another group of people were urgently planning their next moves. Among them were Great ntor Guzan and Kuyi Tulan, the Chief of the Alchemy Workshop.
These people all had their own sches: so were rushing towards Moonflow Stream, while others were planning how to get there.
Great ntor Guzan and his followers were discussing how to break through the limitations of space-ti. Their goal was to teleport to Moonflow Stream as quickly as Stan Sol. After all, they felt the ti pressure and needed to arrive at their destination in the simplest way. Since the Biface was also there, such topics as ti and space jumps were normal for him.
Kuyi Tulan had quickened his steps. He had wasted a bit of ti in Ghost Wind Valley. The Treasure Hunters he controlled had slowed him down; otherwise, he would have already arrived. However, without the Treasure Hunters, I might be at a disadvantage in the coming confrontation, Kuyi Tulan thought.
Now, every faction was preparing to march towards Moonflow Stream. It wouldn't be long before a true culmination was reached—though this culmination might not be what Wizard Reed was expecting...
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