Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 82 Didn't you see the light?

"Excuse me, sir, did you see anyone leave just now?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay much attention. You can check the security footage of the magic painting."

Tai'an's response was appropriate, and therefore he was not subjected to any difficulties. Most of the people invited here were of noble status.

The guards will not take further action unless they have concrete evidence.

Otherwise, even royalty would not choose to make enemies on all sides.

"Miss Greenfield! Young Master Tai'an..." The elderly coachman cautiously poked his head out from under the carriage.

"Old Paul, what just happened?" Greenfield asked hurriedly.

"I'm not quite sure, but it seems to be Duke Nanshi's vehicle." The gray-haired old man looked into the distance with lingering fear.

Identifying the coat of arms of noble families was an essential skill for coachmen.

Tai'an released his mental energy and scanned the area roughly, about twenty meters ahead around the corner.

Limbs and fragments were scattered everywhere, and scratches from wind blade spells were visible all over the walls.

He imagined a scene in his mind where countless wind blades were released in an instant.

Wind Blade is a highly lethal low-level spell with the ability to sever limbs. Its power is comparable to Fireball of the same level, and it is also widely used.

The difference between the two is that Wind Blade causes damage similar to cutting with a sharp weapon, and its subsequent upgrades mainly involve increasing the number of attacks. Fireball, on the other hand, causes explosive and burning damage, and its power is primarily increased by compressing fire-attribute magic.

It is worth mentioning that the Wind Blade Technique's maximum power only exists within a range of five meters. Beyond ten meters, its lethality drops sharply, from severing limbs to barely breaking the skin.

Greenfield hesitated, wanting to take another look. Taian decisively grabbed his fiancée's sleeve.

"Let's not get involved! Let's leave first."

"Young Master Tai'an is right! Miss, let's go quickly..."

Old Paul didn't want to stay a moment longer. Only by being there in person could one truly understand the horror of the screams.

Snowflakes, as white as swan feathers, drifted down, covering the traces of dirt on the earth.

On a thin layer of snow, a series of high-heeled footprints appeared. In the light white mist, the figure was faintly visible.

Liadrin looked around blankly, knowing that there was no way out now, and that she was homeless.

She has always been cautious and timid, navigating the treacherous waters of the aristocracy, carefully maintaining a fragile balance. She hopes to meet a kind and upright partner.

However, everything I saw and heard was chaotic and decadent.

She could not change the decaying world, nor could she even save herself.

Are you willing to sink into oblivion and succumb to corruption?

"What good is resentment? There is no light left in this world. I have no one to rely on but death."

"No, didn't you see the light?"

Although it was only a tiny bit, the image of the noble boy standing up for the commoner girl was deeply imprinted in Liadrin's heart.

He will definitely help me!

Like a drowning person grasping at a straw, Liadrin couldn't help but hope and struggle.

The opportunity we've been waiting for day and night, isn't it today?

The moment the Grand Duke of Southstone grabbed Liadrin's chin, she made her choice without hesitation.

The gears of fate have begun to slowly turn!

During the banquet, Tai'an, who was enjoying the food, suddenly received a telepathic message from an unknown entity.

"I beg you, please help me."

"Who are you? Why do you need my help?"

"My name is Lydia... I don't want to become a plaything of degenerate nobles... Please help me hide, and I'll grant you any request..."

"You are a spellcaster, protected by the Spellcasters' Association. No one can force you to do something you don't want to do."

"I haven't passed the formal assessment yet, so I'm not officially recognized..."

Tai'an fell into thought: if a spellcaster became a follower, he would undoubtedly benefit greatly.

There will be far fewer worries in the future.

For example, during the material processing stage of refining the life potion, he could completely delegate the task to the other party, only needing to complete the final compression step himself. This would save a significant amount of time.

Tell me the real reason you chose to help me…

"Do you think I have any other choice? Among all the nobles present, where can you find another person who truly possesses compassion and pity!"

Tai'an admitted that what the other party said made some sense, and his doubts faded a little.

"I'll mark you with my mental energy. I'll consider helping you when the time is right."

"What is a mental energy mark?" Liadrin asked, puzzled.

"A zero-stage trick that provides location information," Taian explained in general terms.

"No problem, please go ahead!"

Liadrin sensed a trace of external spiritual energy attached to her, and her heart immediately calmed down.

"You trust him that much? What if he doesn't come to save you?"

"If I don't save you, you'll die! The wind blades will sever my neck and shred my body. Now I have a chance to regain my dignity..."

"Very good, since you've come to this realization."

In her daze, Liadrin heard whispers again, as if another soul was inhabiting her body.

Normally, I'm weak, incompetent, and just a pretty face, but when it matters, I can be incredibly decisive.

"Miss Liadrin, your father, Viscount DeWitt, has agreed. Please get in the carriage!"

On the surface, the Duke of Nan Shi had more than a dozen guards and attendants.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. The men made no attempt to hide their mockery and excitement, and as they talked amongst themselves, they frequently uttered various filthy and vulgar words.

The beautiful, proud swan is about to lose all its feathers and be served on the table for people to taste and enjoy.

If the Duke of Nan Shi grew tired of his prey, he might distribute it to his subordinates as a form of public welfare.

"Evil, twisted souls deserve to die! Kill them, kill them quickly..."

Before Liadrin's eyes appeared the trajectories of flowing wind blades, perfectly severing the limbs of those she saw.

The moment I closed my eyes, blood engulfed the world.

Although I only mastered one move, it was a move I poured everything into, a move I honed through countless trials. All my spare time over the years was spent memorizing and training, all for this moment.

It instantly caused a hellish scene.

The wind blade was no longer just a wind blade; its power and concentration had reached the level of the mid-tier spell, Wind Severing. Its power was enough to carve a deep gash into a piece of fine steel armor!

Liadrin staggered out of the underground garage, her mental energy exhausted after her extreme outburst.

The other personality within the body also fell into a deep sleep.

Amidst the swirling snow, she looked around helplessly, trying to find support and direction again, long plumes of white smoke constantly billowing from her mouth.

An endless chill enveloped my body.

While a white evening gown may be glamorous, it's less practical than a cotton coat at this moment.

Walking in white high heels can be uncoordinated, so you have to be as careful as possible, otherwise you are very likely to lose your balance and fall.

Unable to run fast, Liadrin could only move forward with difficulty, maintaining an elegant posture. After walking a short distance, she desperately grabbed a lamppost by the roadside.

At this rate, those who catch up will soon find out...

"My God, when will you finally redeem me?"

The boy from the Blue Rose family is their only hope.

However, Liadlin felt she might not be able to hold out until the other party arrived.

"Keep going, don't stop! Get as far away from the city as possible. I've cast an invisibility spell on you; people outside can't see you."

The timely voice that resonated within her heart broke through the despair and confusion in the girl's heart.

Not far behind Liadrin, a cold gaze was secretly watching.

"Who is pulling the strings behind the scenes with these dull, foolish playthings?"

(End of this chapter)