Chapter 178

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Chapter 178

It felt like a tight grip around one’s throat, craving pain.

And the malicious hunter continued to utter confusing words, "Just like Sashara and Biatris, unable to resist each other’s temptations…"

Xerath’s expression was filled with melancholy.

"They always go in and out together, with some affectionate little gestures and a strong understanding. When they communicate, they usually use eye contact instead of words. If one makes a gesture, the other knows what it means."

Nothing makes them happier than this state. Every word hits the nail on the head for Xerath’s thoughts. Yes… all of this used to belong only to them. So she doesn’t feel special. Categorized, this is Sylas’s way of treating a playmate.

"Sylas sticks to her a lot, they do everything together."

"… Really?"

Virgil didn’t answer directly, instead he said, "Take a look at her final report card, and you’ll know. She even chose Portal design as an elective for Luna. Why do you think that is? Of course, it’s to be with her!"

Well… she’s a gentle child, so it’s not surprising that she did something like this at all.

Thinking of this, the archmage sighed and hesitantly asked, "Is she… Luna, a good child?"

She thought she would receive a satisfactory answer, but to her surprise, Virgil shrugged and said, "Well… from my standards, of course she’s good, but maybe not from yours, my old friend."

Xerath blinked in confusion, and this sudden action made people doubt her actual age.

"During the time I wandered around Star Song Castle, Luna had already had two boyfriends."

Xerath suddenly widened her eyes.

Virgil said in an exaggerated tone, "Certainly, I think Luna is a very lively, interesting, smart and gentle little girl. If she wasn’t Diego’s child, I would be willing to have a romantic past with her. Oh, why didn’t I have the chance? Now it seems like it’s just a bitter unrequited love… But it’s okay, as long as she can calm down and observe, she will definitely realize how great of a person Sylas is, at least better than those immature boys."

He confidently said while observing Xerath’s expression, satisfied to see her cold expression waver and crack. He decided to deliver a fatal blow to her, so he lowered his voice and continued, "Of course, these are all uncertain claims, what if she never does? I can’t bear to see my little wild beast in such pain." He tightly held Titus, frowned, and made a pained expression. The latter was groaning from being squeezed.

"But this is your chance, my old friend. Those who have lost love need someone to rely on. As long as you take advantage of the opportunity and show just a little patience, say some nice words to her, she will absolutely be devoted to you from then on. I’m not exaggerating, any woman would be moved if you’re willing. "

"Virgil," the archmage’s eyes cleared up, squinting slightly with a hint of mockery. "You heartless hunter, why do you assume my little wild beast must like girls and not boys? This story is too far-fetched."

Virgil, having his scheme exposed, didn’t really mind, and laughed along, "I wasn’t joking completely."

Xerath coolly chuckled and said, "Whether it’s a joke or not, it’s not something I should be doing. Put away your fantasies and stop badmouthing Sylas in front of me. If you need something, go find Hyectra. I’m going to the library."

For the rest of the day, Virgil didn’t see this reclusive old mage again. This person really is isolated, huh? Thinking about the scene where Sylas receives a love letter almost every ten steps at school, his old friend truly seemed so lonely.

But miraculously, the storm disappeared completely the morning after his visit. The sky turned a bright blue-purple color, shining brightly like the most beautiful gemstones.

The archmage looked sadly at the sky, absentmindedly touching Shamodial, who was perched on a branch in the library. When her hand touched Shamodial’s helmet, her hand became partially transparent like a ghost.

The small strands of hair sliced through the light coming in, making her face shine brilliantly, almost like it had become a semi-transparent material.

Virgil couldn’t guess what kind of feelings Sylas had for Xerath. Even though, based on his experience, the adorable little creature treated Xerath like a shy teenage girl in love, but still, Sylas had been like this with Xerath for a long time. Could she have fallen in love with her teacher when she was only eleven or twelve years old? Virgil seriously doubted it, so he didn’t dare ask Sylas casually.

The archmage had strong self-control, but the little creature might not have. If he tampered with this dangerous balance, if something went wrong, it’s hard to say whether Xerath’s first action would be slitting his throat or leaving him exposed in the desert.

"Hey, old friend, it’s clear now, and I should be going. Is there anything you want me to do?"

Suddenly, Xerath turned her head, still with a dazed expression in her eyes, and shook her head blankly, telling him, "Be careful when you go out and don’t say anything foolish in front of Sylas."

"Alright, alright." It seemed like she didn’t intend to see him off. He saw Xerath turn her head, open the window, and release Shamodial.

The ghost bird bumped into the window of the living room with its helmet, and the Terrifying Spider with its blood-red marks inside didn’t seem to scare it. Slote, who was knitting, heard the sound and got up to open the window, letting it in. She couldn’t help but reach out and touch its feathers, exclaiming, "What a beautiful bird! I’m so sorry, I don’t have anything to offer you. Would you like some Tower Rock?" Then, as if performing magic, she reached into her sleeve and took out a small piece of Tower Rock, which Shamodial held in its mouth. But the Tower Rock passed through its body and fell onto the table, and Shamodial pecked at it repeatedly, becoming more and more annoyed until it finally grabbed it directly with its claws.

When Sylas pushed open the door, she saw a ghost-like bird standing on the back of her chair, looking around. Meanwhile, Miss Slote didn’t even bother knitting her sweater and instead propped her face up with her hands, continuously marveling, "It’s so exquisite, such a pity…"

"Shamodial?!" Sylas laughed and pounced on him. Shamodial arrogantly opened his wings, trying to dodge, but his young owner knew how to catch him well, and he was quickly embraced by Sylas.

"Did you bring me a letter?"

Seeing her expectant gaze, Shamodial flapped his wings and pulled out a letter from the mailbox at their feet, throwing it on the table. Then, he carried Tower Rock in his beak and flew out of the open window.

The letter lost its touch of transformation and gradually returned to being a regular piece of mail, losing its translucent ghostly appearance. Sylas picked it up, and on it, only the address was written. The handwriting was still Hyectra’s. There was no signature, only the words "known but not possessed."

Xerath and her communication were always careful, never leaving her own name, as if afraid that others would discover some traces. Sylas shrugged and with mixed emotions, tore open the seal of the envelope. Just as she was about to take out the thin two sheets of paper inside, she heard some noises from outside the door. She suddenly clenched the envelope and hurriedly put it in her backpack.

It’s not that she was afraid of someone seeing it. She just needed a safe environment where she could read the letter and laugh foolishly without being mocked.

The Rost siblings entered laughing and jokingly threw their backpacks on the table. Suddenly, both of them collapsed, exclaiming, "So tired!" Then Luna also came in, and everyone was curious, asking her, "Why didn’t you go on your date?"

"Dates every day, so annoying! I didn’t even have time to go to the bookstore!" She spoke so casually about going to the bookstore, as if she wasn’t going to read anything scandalous.

"Break up!" "Break up!"

Everyone supported this suggestion eagerly, even Shirley made a "squeaky" sound and crawled down from the internet.

This day was no different from usual, except that Sylas seemed more restless than others. She finished her homework early today, but she wasn’t doing any experiments or writing notes. If someone had paid attention to her, they would have noticed that she was very quiet, she didn’t even flip through a book.

At eight o’clock, Sylas couldn’t sit still anymore. She said to everyone, "I’m so tired today, I want to go back to sleep early," and ran off quickly.

She returned to her dorm room alone and couldn’t wait to open Xerath’s letter. The familiar handwriting was written with her mithril dipping pen, similar to the one on her desk, but with more intricate patterns. The heavy and firm nib, combined with the strength of her wrist, would leave traces on the paper even if she wrote quickly.

The black ink looked solemn and restrained, devoid of any emotions. The words written on it were also light, just like her attitude, leaving people puzzled.

"Sylas：

I received all your letters. I’m sorry for not writing to you as often lately. My work has been busy, with many meetings requiring me to go out. As a result, my free time has been greatly reduced. I hope you can forgive me.

The experiment we did together last time was very successful. Based on this invisible light, I wrote a paper on how it affects the growth and form of flesh plants. It was published in the "Garden Trowel" magazine, and since then, several gardeners have conducted related experiments on different plants and wrote me letters. That "Garden Trowel" finally became interesting. You know, different plants have varying degrees of sensitivity to light, which is definitely a world that a wizard doesn’t understand. It made me realize once again that my understanding of the world is still very limited.

After you come back, what new thoughts do you have about this matter?

There is a piece of glass in the library that got broken by Shamodial, who came in a stormy night. Moose used forest magic to cover up the hole for one night, and the next day it tiredly hid near Tower Rock to sleep. Shamodial has been trying to hide ever since, until I promised not to punish it.

Thank you for your moose, which protected my library.

(The letter is not finished)