After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

"I don't know, and nobody in the Western Continent knows either—"

Augudia was clearly prepared for Sharl's answer and seemed unsurprised: "The growth of any legendary powerhouse is an epic tale told by bards, and there must be traces to follow."

"But back then, it was as if Vemes appeared out of thin air."

"Although her race is Gold Elf, there is not a trace of her on the High Elf Island."

"She was a legend from the moment she appeared on the Western Continent. I personally witnessed her great achievement of uniting the chaotic wizarding cliques and establishing the Dark Tower in a very short time."

Augudia glanced at Charles: "To accomplish such a feat in such a short time, if we were to draw a comparison... it's exactly the same as you back then."

"What are your thoughts after knowing all this?"

Charles shook his head: "I don't have any ideas."

"Regardless of her past, she is my teacher now, nothing more."

A hint of envy flashed in Augudia's eyes: "That Vemes really has taken on a good apprentice."

She glanced at Charles, who was about to get up and leave, and after thinking for a moment, added, "If you're going to infiltrate that cult, remember to keep an eye on Seele for me; she's there too."

"Seele? That immature night dragon?"

Augudia was somewhat surprised: "You've seen Seele?"

“Yes, I saw her during the assessment.” Charles recalled Enpishi, who was beside him during the academy assessment.

It's no wonder they're a dragon of the night, whose racial talents are all focused on stealth, illusion, and disguise...

If it weren't for the fact that the other party later caught his attention, prompting him to carefully investigate with his mental power, he wouldn't have discovered that the seemingly talkative creature was actually an immature Night Dragon—

And, surprisingly, it was a female too!

Are all dragons of the night born drama queens?

Thinking of Augudia's concern for the young dragon, Charles guessed, "Is she your daughter?"

Ciel noticed two black lines beneath Augudia's elegantly curved ancient dragon horns: "...She's my sister."

"Your sister?"

Charles looked at Augudia and then thought of the young dragon that had not yet reached adulthood, and couldn't help but feel admiration.

"Miss Augudia's parents are truly remarkable in their old age; like an old horse still galloping in its stall, an old tree blossoming, and an old oyster producing pearls—"

Then he saw that several more black lines had appeared under Augudia's dragon horns.

"We, the Dragons of Night, were conceived in the eternal night of the Silent Forest—"

"No parents."

Chapter Thirty-Three: The First Strike Upon Reaching the Shore—Slaying the One I Desire

The dragon's egg of the Night Dragon was born in the eternal night of the Silent Forest.

From the gestation of the dragon egg to the birth of the young dragon, it takes a long time to absorb the power of the stars and moonlight. This process can take anywhere from a thousand years to nearly ten thousand years.

This is why the existence of two Night Dragons in the world at the same time is a miracle in itself.

In short, the amount of highly mysterious and taboo knowledge has increased again...

Charles was quite pleased with this.

There is no such thing as useless knowledge for a wizard.

Understanding taboos is itself a form of accumulation and improvement for wizards.

I don't know why Augudia suddenly looked so unhappy. I couldn't even sit for a little longer. She kicked me out with a dark expression on her face.

Could it be that Gu Long is going through menopause?

……

Charles wasn't bothered by this, after all, it wasn't the first or second time he'd failed to understand women's thoughts.

Once you try to understand women with rational thinking, you will find that women's thinking is a chaotic system like the Three-Body Problem, unpredictable and unfathomable, prone to error and fallacy.

All the thinking on this topic is a pure waste of computing power.

With that computing power, wouldn't it be better to deduce more spell models?

He looked around at the streets and realized he had arrived.

With a slight shift in his mind, Xia Er subtly adjusted the spell model of "Double Illusion" and switched it to the next preset state.

Then he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

thump—

thump—

thump—

The knocking sounded three times.

A moment later, the door of what appeared to be an ordinary residential house opened a crack in the door.

"Who?"

"Officer, we're one of our own."

Charles took out the ring that the missionary youth had given him during the previous assessment and waved it through the crack in the door.

squeak-

The door opened silently.

"There are too many people and too much attention outside, so let's talk inside."

……

"What's your name?"

"Sherlock Moriarty."

"Origin and background".

“I was born in Frost Territory in the northern border of the Empire. My parents were commoners.”

"But one day, a group of knights suddenly came from the capital and told my father that he was actually a distant relative of a great nobleman in the capital."

"Now that the nobleman has died without leaving any descendants, the right to inherit his title and property has fallen to my father."

The cultist who was taking notes in front of Charles paused: "For your family, that's like a windfall."

"No, because that very night my father abandoned us and went to the capital with that group of knights, saying he was going to find ten fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged maids."

"Uh……"

"Later, Han Shuang led the way to a nobleman who took a liking to my mother at first sight. He said he had a thing for married women and wanted to bring my mother and me to live in the capital."

The recorder nodded with some relief: "It seems there are still more good people than bad in this world."

"But I secretly ran away."

The recorder asked, puzzled, "Why?"

"Because I overheard that nobleman and my mother's private conversation—"

"They said that there are many people in the capital who like me, an innocent and naive young man, and that once I get to the capital, they plan to send me to the homes of nobles to exchange for money."

The recorder frowned.

"Fortunately, I also have a childhood sweetheart with whom I grew up."

"She has a talent for music and dreams of being admitted to the music academy in the capital. After graduation, she can become a vocal teacher serving the nobility and have a decent income and social status."

"So I traveled all over the empire working hard just to support her musical instrument lessons and exam preparation."

"But hard work pays off, and she was admitted to a music academy a few years later."

The recorder's brow finally relaxed: "See, when God closes a door for you, He will surely open a window."

"Do not."

Ciel shook his head.

"The first thing she did after getting into the music academy was break up with me, leaving me with only one sentence—"

“A sad, thick barrier has already formed between us.”

The cult members who were taking notes fell silent.

"That's why I'm eager to wipe out the nobles of the capital along with this corrupt and filthy world. Your sect's doctrine of destroying the world suits my purposes perfectly."

The recorder wiped his eyes, and his gaze towards Ciel softened considerably.

"Then where did you get this ring?" The cultist looked at the antique ring that Charles was playing with in his hand. "And how did you find out the address here?"

"This ring was given to me by the missionary envoy when I took the entrance exam for the Imperial Capital Advanced Extraordinary Academy."

"At that time, the divine messenger said he was very optimistic about my future."

A hint of sorrow flashed in Charles's eyes: "Unfortunately, some unexpected things happened later, and we were discovered by those damned nobles."

"To cover for me, the Divine Envoy deliberately attracted the attention of all the powerful figures present, sacrificing his own capture to buy me the opportunity to escape."