Even with such powerful combat capabilities, honestly, in the face of its final ability, it’s just the icing on the cake.
Its final ability, Fate Weaver’s Choice, Su Li felt, truly touched upon destiny and laws, forcibly interfering with other mages’ prophecies and attacks.
Su Li hasn’t yet figured out exactly how to use this item, but there’s no doubt this Legendary Level item can play a very important role in a major battle. Perhaps a glorious victory of the "openly repair the plank road, secretly cross the Chencang" level, a legendary epic, is forged by this item.
So, Su Li decisively placed this item on himself and then smiled and said, "This Legendary Level item will be temporarily kept by . With this talisman, I’m more confident of winning the championship at the Radiant Competition Festival."
Ingrid had a faint smile at the corners of her lips, her white-stockinged legs shining under the dark green magic robe, as she turned to help Su Li fasten the talisman around his neck and said, "I heard from Hilude that your strength has improved by leaps and bounds. I believe as long as you stay calm, you’ll definitely achieve a good result."
Yes, Su Li nodded, smiling serenely, "My biggest advantage is having a good mindset. Anyway, every advance I make is a surprise and unexpected. Winning the championship would be great, but not getting it doesn’t really hurt much."
Moreover, since his ti traveling, Su Li’s pressure resistance has genuinely beco far more resilient. After all, in so many grueling battles, he shouldered them step by step as the commander. The progress in this aspect is unparalleled; in terms of pressure resistance, he’s absolutely risen from an ordinary person to the level of a renowned general.
Though he said this to Ingrid, in truth, he still hoped to achieve a decent result. No one doesn’t want to be a champion. Faster, higher, stronger is always the pursuit of humanity!
"Speaking of strength improvent, after advancing to a Fourth Ring wizard, have you experienced any enhancents?" After finishing his conversation, Su Li embraced Ingrid tightly, his passionate hands already wrapped around her flat little belly.
As a wizard, even with improved strength, her body’s toughness hasn’t changed much, still flat and soft, feeling fleshy to the touch. anwhile, she is, apart from Aeliria, the only courtier whose soft legs can leave a shallow dent from stockings. Other female courtiers are knights, and such dents are not apparent.
Ingrid had to reach out to hold down Su Li’s restless hands, otherwise, letting him continue would leave her clothing disheveled and heart unsettled.
"It’s not dark yet, don’t move." After softly holding Su Li’s hands, Ingrid continued, "The Forest Witch is an advancent over the Tree Hedge Wizard, so among us call themselves ’Wise One’ or ’Tree Hedge Sage,’ or in so conceited terms, ’the blessed few.’ These devout practitioners often engage more with essence souls compared to other mages. People often find them talking to the air, hoping it will answer them. And many tis, it does."
"Unlike the mages’ highly destructive magic abilities, witches more often believe that their work supports the well-being of the common people. In so regions, Forest Witches are still known as herbalists or midwives, sotis disguising themselves to avoid civilian fear. Fortunately, since the announcent clarifying that midwifery is not a destructive witchcraft in Imperial Calendar 1745, the understanding and acceptance of witches by the commoners have improved a lot."
"Even though in good tis, witches, as a profession different from knights, are often cursed or mocked within the Empire, when misfortune strikes, there are still desperate farrs knocking on their doors. Their thods of healing, interacting with essence souls, and breaking curses an that often people seek their help in such days. Of course, they are also quite willing to take advantage of these relatively innocent ordinary people."
After listening, Su Li roughly understood and concluded that indeed, witches are more inclined towards production capabilities.
It’s just that Su Li couldn’t help but ask, "Then why have I never seen you interact with other Essences of Nature?"
Ingrid sighed lightly, "After leaving the Forest Witch’s hut, I can no longer reach out to the essence souls. These Essences of Nature will never appear in the manor of human knights."
Su Li’s heart ached as he hugged the girl in his arms, who exuded a faint and elegant fragrance. Doesn’t this an she sacrificed half of her Natural Witch abilities for him? Like a rmaid leaving the ocean for love, enduring the loss of her favorite environnt to live with her beloved on land?
Ingrid gently caressed Su Li’s head, which was resting on her soft chest, and said with a smile, "Darling, you don’t need to feel guilty. This is the path I chose. People always have to make sacrifices. If I hadn’t moved under the Holy Purple Vine Tree, my strength wouldn’t have improved so quickly."
"After advancing to a Fourth Ring wizard, I gained the ability to communicate with rivers. As a Natural Witch, I can converse with the soul of a river. To cast this spell, I must first be at least waist-deep in the river as a target. Then, using witchcraft, I let a part of myself flow into the water, thus asking the river questions. I can inquire about anything that happened in or on the river in the past 24 hours, as well as anything within 1 mile upstream or downstream. The answers are quite vague; for instance, a wizard can know that two boats have passed downstream, one particularly large, but not know the nas of the boats or passengers. A wizard might also know that a beastman attacked one of the boats but not know which tribe the beastman ca from."
Hearing Ingrid say this made Su Li feel much more at ease. Indeed, the most important support when inviting Ingrid to move from the forest treehouse to Bauhinia Manor was the Holy Purple Vine Tree. One could say Ingrid agreed to be Su Li’s courtier partly because she was chard by Su Li, and partly because of the effects under the Holy Purple Vine Tree.
Nevertheless, Ingrid’s mindset was extrely comndable. After all, people always think the road not taken is filled with flowers.
Too many people romanticize the path they haven’t walked; those married urge others not to marry, saying if they weren’t married, how wonderful their life would be. The unmarried envy those with children and families, thinking they have no future security, growing more anxious, leading to reckless compromises. However, choices are often not like buying vegetables, and many choices don’t have a guaranteed correct answer. "The alley cat is free but has no ho, while the dog inside the walls has a ho but spends its life bowing its head."
Ingrid being able to think this way made Su Li very fond of her, prompting him to affectionately rub against her soft, fragrant body and say, "Being able to communicate with the river is a good thing. You are naturally aloof and don’t like interacting with knights; having more essence souls and spirits to accompany you is also a good thing."
Ingrid nodded with a light smile, "That’s right, and this greatly aids in obtaining materials from the Brionne River and the Black Water River. I can now produce Destiny Talismans and Wildness Rings more swiftly, producing at least 28 witchcraft items a month."
Before she finished speaking, Su Li directly bent over, and amidst Ingrid’s exclamation, he carried her princess-style, striding towards the bedroom inside the treehouse, "Darling, you’ve done too much for , especially with the Wildness Ring. Even though you don’t particularly like it, you still keep making it. Now, it’s my turn to reward you."
The branches of the Holy Purple Vine quivered lightly in the night breeze, the cascading purple flowers creating rippling glamor, the dark green magic robe silently slipping from Ingrid’s shoulders, sunlight piercing through petals casting fragnted light on her fair skin.
The branches hanging from the rooftop swept across her naked waist, inducing a slight shiver, the flower juice sliding down her back, soaking deep-colored traces on the silk sheets.
As Su Li’s knee nudged open her trembling leg crook, Ingrid’s fractured whimper escaped her nose, followed by a groan laced with trembling. Her toes curled, wrapping around the man pressing down on her.
Moonlight illuminated their interwoven silhouette, and throughout the night, birds perched on the Holy Purple Vine Tree were influenced by the Forest Witch’s voice, involuntarily making courtship calls in this spring.
Especially amid the sweetest, thickest panting before dawn, when Ingrid with a stifled sob pierced the night sky one last ti, morning dew condensed, staining the purple vine petals with the light of morning’s leaving.
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