I materialized a sci-fi fortress in a magical world.

"ha???"

Luo Yue stared at the letter in his hand, his mind filled with questions.

(O_o)??

He came to the practice range right after dinner, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity to use Hugo's high-end equipment.

Upon entering, they found a letter pressed under the crystal ball, with a large piece of sealing wax burned onto the end.

I initially thought it was an announcement from Hugo or Austin, so I quickly started reading it, but the more I read, the more confused I became.

What does it mean to be willing to offer up a spot in the "Night Banquet" in exchange for a year of protection?

Who wrote this letter? There's no self-introduction at all, just a sealing wax stamp at the end. The design looks quite nice, with wings, leaves, and a crown, but why isn't it signed?

Taking advantage of the fact that Wayne isn't in Maple Leaf City, are you cosplaying as the Riddler?

The handwriting is terrible, like a prescription from the other side of the world...

Luo Yue had considered that the letter wasn't for him, but the salutation read:

To the gentleman who visited here yesterday evening:

"Is this an Austen prank? How could he have time for a joke like this?"

Luo Yue clearly didn't take the letter seriously. He now understood how precious the spots for the "Night Banquet" were, an occasion attended only by marquises and other high-ranking figures, and had nothing to do with a country bumpkin like himself.

Just as he was about to casually throw the letter away, his occult intuition suddenly stirred.

"Hmm? You mean... you want me to believe you?"

Luo Yue became serious and reread the letter, guessing and piecing together clues. His eyes were once again assaulted by the illegible handwriting.

"Aside from this one-year asylum, they didn't mention any other requirements. Is this all it takes to get a spot at the 'Night Banquet'? It sounds like something out of northern Myanmar."

"Logically it just doesn't make sense, but my occult intuition tells me to believe it..."

Luo Yue felt conflicted, and couldn't help but think of the second rule of occultism:

Your intuition is more reliable than your eyes.

"By the way, we still have four divination opportunities left today, why don't we give it a try?"

Luo Yue had been busy engraving scrolls all day and hadn't decided what to do for divination, so he tried divining about Celishina.

The result was, of course, severe disruption; the small sticks flew around wildly as if they were alive, almost getting into my eyes...

It startled him, and he didn't dare to continue the divination. The remaining opportunity was used here.

He then activated a divination array in his eyes, placed the letter in the center, prepared a small wooden stick in his hand, and first divined who wrote the letter.

Failure; the divination was interfered with.

Luo Yue then changed his perspective, considering whether the divination would be beneficial to him.

All three sticks thrown pointed to "optimism".

"It's actually a good thing?"

Luo Yue scratched his head, and the remaining two divinations also revolved around this matter.

The results were all 'optimistic'.

"Three divinations, nine sticks, all pointing to optimism—it's like Guan Yu (the God of War) bestowed nine holy cups upon me. If I don't accept, I'll be struck by lightning, right?"

"But I've only been a monk for less than a month. What right do I have to protect people? And what exactly should I be protecting?"

"Looks like that's the only way we can try..."

........................

Late that night, after the entire Hugo Mage Tower had fallen asleep, a petite figure, accompanied by an unseen old woman, secretly slipped into the training ground.

Before entering, the girl asked somewhat nervously:

"Granny, will that sixth-tier expert see our letter?"

"Whether you see it or not, it's a good thing."

"Um!"

The girl nodded, rubbed the fluorite lamp in her hand, and immediately noticed the letter next to the crystal ball.

She quickly ran over, picked it up, and took a look.

The letter started with a big "Okay," followed by a string of something that looked like a spell:

"Protector of the Void, Witness of Civilization, Creator of Mysteries, Incarnation of the Mysterious, Ruler Beyond This World, I hereby inscribe your name and hear your response..."

The girl whispered the incantation, blinked in confusion, and didn't sense any reaction or change.

As a spell, it is so simple and plain that it doesn't even have any awkward syllables.

But the next second, a line of golden text suddenly appeared before her eyes:

"I heard your prayer."

"this……"

The girl shuddered in fright, and the letter in her hand fell to the ground, where it was picked up by the unseen old woman.

"Your Highness, this incantation is too simple; it doesn't seem to have any effect... Your Highness?"

"Shh~"

The girl quickly made a 'shush' gesture, then swiftly concealed the fear on her face, straightened her clothes, cleared her throat, and said in an extremely solemn tone:

"It is an honor to meet you, Governor from beyond this world. My name is Cleopatra William King Anatania de Chaton. Please allow me, as the fifth in line to the throne of the Chaton Empire, to express my sincere respect to you."

After a brief silence, the golden words reappeared:

What kind of shelter do you need?

"Six months from now, before I formally marry the fifth son of Grand Duke Anderse, I will try to escape this duchy. At that time, I hope you can protect my safety and prevent me from being captured and taken back by the Grand Duke or the Emperor's men."

If you are willing, I am willing to offer you the right to attend this "banquet" and cover all your expenses during the event.

The girl stated her request, then took out a pendant from her bosom, held it in her palm, and added:

"This is the admission ticket to the Night Banquet. With it, you can enter that secret realm."

After saying that, he waited quietly for half a minute before the golden words appeared before his eyes:

"Alright, I will lend you a creation with sixth-tier combat power for a period of one year."

It was a very simple sentence, but it made the girl's eyes widen immediately.

A sixth-order creation?

How is this possible?!

The sixth rank is second only to the seventh rank, an absolute top-tier combat force, and it is possible to create such a force?

Before she could ask any more questions, the pendant in her hand suddenly disappeared.

"Huh?"

The girl waved her hand hurriedly, as if trying to grasp at thin air.

Then golden text appeared before my eyes:

"The contract is established. We will meet again here 180 days later."

After saying that, the words disappeared.

The girl remained rooted to the spot for a long time, the shock on her face gradually fading before she asked in a slightly hoarse voice, still tense:

"Granny, did you notice something just now?"

"No, I was looking around the whole time, but I didn't see anything."

The old woman's tone revealed a hint of doubt, mixed with a touch of joy at surviving a disaster.

She also witnessed the invitation suddenly disappear, and understood better than the girl what it meant...

The girl composed herself, then adopted a fearful and apprehensive tone, and asked:

"Is this mysterious being really only at the sixth rank?"