Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 65 The Fiancée's Request

On the medicine rack on the lab bench, glass bottles were neatly arranged, the same number as yesterday.

It neither surprises nor disappoints.

I kept the extra bottle of perfect quality potion in my spatial ring, intending to keep it as a reserve.

"Mission accomplished!"

Tai'an double-checked that the bottle stopper was completely sealed, clapped his hands, and went downstairs to prepare for dinner.

In a corner of the laboratory, the skeletal angel still sleeps.

For immortal beings with virtually endless lifespans, the concept of time is almost nonexistent. Unless actively awakened by an external force, she may never wake up again…

"Xiao An!" Taiya got up and gave him a warm hug, rewarding him with three seconds to wash his face.

"Stop fooling around!" the boy said in a muffled nasal voice, his face flushed as he shook his head and backed away.

Atayal, relying on his status, played with fire, unaware that Taian was about to become a predator.

The black-haired older sister let go of her younger brother, lifted her skirt, and ran excitedly up the stairs.

Tai'an sat down on the still-warm sofa, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

A group of little girls sitting in a row, and his fiancée sitting directly opposite him.

"Tai'an, I would like to invite you to the banquet with me tomorrow." The red-haired girl looked intently at her young fiancé. Although her face was a bit immature, her temperament and image were impeccable.

"Meaningless socializing! To be honest, I really don't want to go, but I'm happy to give you some face, a maximum of three chances a year." Tai'an pondered for a moment before expressing his thoughts.

"Xiao An, I want three chances too!" Yin Yue raised her fair arm.

"You?" Tai'an glanced at her sideways, initially intending not to give her any more than once, but that seemed too disrespectful, and he was afraid she'd cause a scene: "Only once!"

"Tch! Stingy..." Silver Moon pouted her dimples.

They were so intimate before, practically wanting to swallow each other's tongues, but now they're so stingy with their affection.

Greenfield secretly felt satisfied, sensing that the mistress's status had been valued.

Dorothy also wanted to join in the fun. After thinking it over, she realized that their relationship was just beginning to develop, and it wasn't wise to take too big a step.

"Dinner's ready! First dish: Sweet and sour pork ribs!"

The restaurant didn't have enough seats, so they borrowed a round table from the neighboring Silver Moon's house.

"Forget it, let's eat out!" Gus picked up a round table.

The guardian Bruno said nothing and casually picked up two stools.

"Indeed, the atmosphere outside is more relaxed." The goblin Lajin, despite his short stature, lifted the chair with ease, raising it above his head effortlessly.

"I'm going too!" Tai'an wanted to sneak away.

"You're the host! Stay here and entertain my guests!" Taiya tugged at her brother's clothes.

Earthworm meat tastes similar to cuckoo meat, but it is chewier and denser.

Silver Moon devoured the braised pork ribs without any restraint; the sweet and sour sauce was just right for her. She telepathically instructed her maid, Rosanna, to bring a batch of juice.

"The butler's cooking is quite good," Dorothy commented modestly.

You should know that her family has a royal chef. Ordinary food would hardly receive any recognition.

"Mussofi is not just a butler, he is practically omniscient and omnipotent. He can do everything. He is a chef, a servant, and a bodyguard all in one."

Taiya's tone was full of envy. She had asked her younger brother for Mussofi many times, but he resolutely refused to give it to her. He even risked suffocating from the suffocation, arguing that pandas are born free and that no one can stop them from being with whomever they want.

"The second dish is stir-fried quail eggs with tomatoes."

The panda-man carried the plate in his palms, taking elegant and rhythmic steps, and placed it steadily on the long table.

"The third dish is beef stew with potatoes..."

There were more than a dozen dishes in total, and Mussofi was busy for more than an hour, with both the host and guests enjoying themselves.

Tai'an patiently escorted the little girls to the door.

The courtyard was filled with the smell of alcohol.

The men were still gathered around the round table, where a hot pot of potatoes and beef was simmering on a small stove, the water constantly boiling and bubbling.

An unfamiliar, aged face sat under the magic lamp in the courtyard, raising a white ceramic wine glass and sipping slowly.

The elderly man, dressed in a white monk's robe, had a white beard that was over three inches long and snow-white eyebrows that were almost joined together.

Because of the expensive drinks provided, Guardian Loon naturally joined the ranks of those who freeloaded, and no one objected.

In contrast, the other elderly man, Bruno, was dressed in a black suit, with a square face, a center-parted hairstyle, a cold and serious expression, a neat mustache, and a clean-shaven chin.

Both of them have very distinctive appearances.

"Cheers!"

The men were in high spirits and could have eaten and drunk until dawn, but unfortunately, Taiya had to leave. Gus and Bruno had no choice but to put down their glasses with regret.

After all, the followers' responsibilities were more important. They couldn't just leave Taya to return to the dormitory alone. They'd heard there had been cases of students going missing in the dense forest before. It was possible the monsters in the Black Forest were expanding their range at night. However, Guts was more inclined to believe someone had sabotaged it.

Tai'an watched the Atayal group leave.

He slowly walked to the table and politely inquired about Luo Ang's identity.

"Young man, you should have seen me before. I am Loon, the guardian of the Silver Moon." Loon introduced himself in a calm and respectful tone.

Tai'an nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. Mussofi and Gus had both done this before, so he naturally wouldn't send them away.

"Larkin! How's your bed?"

"Mr. Mussofi's carpentry skills are truly excellent, I am very satisfied. He even made an extra cabinet for me."

"Young Master!"

Mussofi hiccuped and suddenly interrupted.

"Aglaia said that some family is targeting her and she might be in danger. If her mental coordinates shift tonight, we need to be prepared to rescue her."

Tai'an sensed it silently for a moment, then nodded gently: "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it."

The boy casually picked up a bundle of magic camphor tree paper from the shoe cabinet by the door and returned to the laboratory. He hadn't awakened any memories related to the Immortal Cultivator's Talisman Manual, so he had to learn about inscriptions from scratch.

He took out the textbook from his spatial ring and spread the magic camphor tree paper out on the lab table.

Tai'an carefully perused the table of contents of the book "Inscription Literature".

Characteristics of camphor tree paper, page 57.

Camphor tree leaves are known as the most cost-effective material for spell scrolls, possessing excellent spell conductivity, stability, and ease of engraving.

We typically use it as a material to support 0th-order magic tricks, and it is widely applicable in everyday life.

Of course, it can also be used with some low-level spells.

Note: The magic element energy level should be kept below 30 degrees Celsius. Exceeding 30 degrees Celsius will increase instability and pose a safety hazard to the wearer. An energy level exceeding 50 degrees Celsius will directly damage the material of the magic camphor tree.

If you need to make more advanced spell scrolls, it is recommended to use a more robust metal material.

(End of this chapter)