In the blink of an eye, about half a month had passed.
In Eternal River Plains’ secret plane, the round disc in the sky began to descend, leaving a shadow on the ground.
The Magi organisation that had constructed this secret plane had used some sort of spell and structured it so that there was a sun, moon, and different seasons.
However, based on Leylin’s hypothesis and the A.I. Chip’s calculations, the sun and moon inside the plane had a hint of the energy of the original celestial bodies, which those ancient Magi were able to project into the secret plane using an unknown method
Leylin was in awe of the ancient Magi’s methods and boldness.
In Teljose City, the humans had made use of the volcano to allow increased production in its vicinity through the use of a spell, and just this had left Leylin agape. However, compared to the ancient Magi who could take the stars, embrace the moon, cause storms with one wave of their hands, and cast rain with another wave of their hands, Leylin had to bow down in inferiority.
“Not only is Lord Leylin a mighty Magus, he actually specialises in the study of plants!”
In the sea of flowers, two acolytes who were nearest to him were in conversation while their hands were busy.
“That’s a given; after all, he is an official Magus! It’s not something we acolytes can compare to.”
The male acolyte who had just spoken had short red hair. At this moment, there was a layer of blue light coating his hands. After rubbing his fingers, several strands of blue thread coiled itself around the Black Mandara Flowers.
*Ka-Cha!* *Ka-Cha!*
The sound of a flower being cut was heard. Following which, the petals of that Black Mandara Flower floated down slowly from its stem and was kept safely by the acolyte, who placed it inside a bag.
“Previously, every petal required a large consumption of magic power and spiritual force to acquire. Even Krall, who was the best amongst us, could only pluck 20 petal pieces in a day! However, ever since Lord Leylin imparted a new method to us, even I can harvest over 40 petals in a single day…”
The red haired acolyte had a look of admiration.
“With this kind of speed, as long as we endure for a couple more days, we will be able to leave this damned place!”
The other acolyte who spoke revealed an obvious hint of longing, “I don’t wish to stay for another day in this place! With so many dark Magi and acolytes coming to attack us each day, we would have died over a hundred times if not for Lord Leylin here!”
*Boom!*
At this moment, the alert from the defense spell formation had sounded. However, these two acolytes seemed to have not heard it at all, as they continued to diligently harvest the petals.
“Say…Who do you think is the unfortunate one today?”
The red haired acolyte asked with some schadenfreude.
“It should be another official Magus. Regular acolytes do not have such large energy wave fluctuations!” The other acolyte creased his brows before stooping down again to pluck more petals.
“Anyways, with Lord Leylin around, what’s there to fear?”
“You’re right!” The red haired acolyte nodded his head and began his day’s chores.
……
At this moment, within the castle’s walls.
In a gloomy, moist, and dark underground prison cell devoid of light, Leylin strode forward, carrying a black clothed figure on his arms.
*Crash!* The cell gate was opened, and Leylin tossed the person he carried into the cell without a care.
*Bang!* As flesh and the hard floor made contact, there was a loud thudding noise.
The person who was previously unconscious was now awake