Full-Time Psychic Martial Artist

Chapter 73 I woke up to find my house had been robbed.

"Ke Yiwei-Na—!"

Saina's voice echoed throughout the cafeteria.

From this melodious yet high-pitched roar, Lorne simultaneously heard the feeling of "waking up to find your house robbed" and "coming home from get off work to find your silly son has turned your newly bought top-of-the-line cosmetics into graffiti all over the walls."

Kovina was about to answer Lorne's question when she heard the dragon's roar, so she immediately buried her face in her plate and started showing off her food.

After the roar, heavy and hurried footsteps approached from the dining area.

Lorne had his back to the food area. As he listened to Seina's footsteps, an image of a Tyrannosaurus Rex going berserk inexplicably popped into his mind.

Fortunately, no other elves came to the canteen at this moment, otherwise Lorne was really worried that the wise and mighty commander-in-chief and deputy commander-in-chief of the North Forest Fortress would both collapse before the pre-battle mobilization meeting.

Kovina was thinking: This isn't right! Didn't Seina practice in the prayer room until late last night? Why is she here so early?

Saina walked to the dining table, and the morning light stretched and magnified her shadow, pressing heavily on Kovina's head as she buried herself in showing off her food.

Kovina swallowed hard, slowly raised her head, and gave a bright smile: "Good morning."

"Early my foot!" Saina roared, the sound wave like a shockwave, making Kovina close her eyes and lean back.

"Do you know how long I've been saving all this stuff?! Now that you've built it all, are we just going to have a celebration party with everyone eating porridge and steamed buns?! What am I going to use to welcome new recruits? What am I going to use to send off veterans?! And if an elf has a birthday, am I going to have everyone eat candles with them?!"

Saina fired off five questions in quick succession, then crossed her arms in a huff, waiting for Kovina to give her a reason that would convince her.

Kovina sat up straight, cleared her throat, and said, "Comrade Lorne wants to hold a pre-battle mobilization meeting after breakfast this morning. I thought it would be good for everyone to eat something nice, which would also boost morale."

Saina's attitude softened considerably when she heard the first part of the sentence, but her anger flared up again when she heard the middle part: "Eat something—good? Is this just a little bit? We've almost finished eating!"

Kovina shrank back, avoiding Seina's murderous glare, and said in a guilty voice, "I was thinking that with this battle being so difficult, some elves might not get to enjoy the victory celebration."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere instantly fell silent, a faint sense of melancholy permeating the air.

Saina's anger vanished instantly. Her arms, which had been crossed over her chest, fell limply to her sides. Her gaze went unfocused, and she stared blankly into space.

Nelly stopped chewing.

Lorne frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Kovina looked dejected, feeling that she had ruined a perfectly good, sumptuous meal because of her slip of the tongue.

Just as the atmosphere became so oppressive that Saina could hardly breathe, a gasp suddenly came from the cafeteria entrance: "Wow, it smells so good! Is it cod? It must be cod!"

The four elves, who had fallen silent, turned to look at the newcomer, a female moon elf soldier, fully armed, with a longbow on her back and a sword at her waist, clearly having just finished her night watch on the city wall.

Kovina remembered that the elf was named Arya, 23 years old, a level 1 tamer ranger, whose home was in Cuiyin City. She was a new recruit who had arrived at North Forest Fortress in early spring this year, and was a very lively and cheerful girl.

Saina remembered that the second day of next month was the new recruit's birthday, and his favorite foods were pan-fried cod and Senesde's osmanthus cake.

Arya hurried to the food window, then exclaimed again, "Wow, they even have osmanthus cake!"

Iona, who was in charge of serving the food, said with a smile, "If I remember correctly, your favorite dishes are pan-fried cod and osmanthus cake, right? You ate them non-stop during the welcome party."

Aria blushed slightly: "How come you still remember?"

"I'm the head cook, of course I have to remember," Ianna said, winking. "I remember, next month..."

The next day is your birthday.

Arya chuckled, picked up her food tray, placed it in front of the window, and asked curiously, "Is this to celebrate His Majesty Lorne's slaughter of three thousand orcs?"

Upon hearing this, the smiles of relief that had just appeared on Kovina and Seina's faces immediately turned awkward.

Lorne coughed lightly and said calmly, "Eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Nelly immediately began chewing.

Saina walked quickly to the food window, ordered several meals with ample stock, and sat down at the same table as Lorne.

People started entering the canteen one after another, and most of the elves reacted in a similar way to the first recruits who came in.

Seeing the elves' delighted expressions, the atmosphere at Lorne's table gradually improved.

The only slightly awkward thing was that the elves seemed to attribute this sumptuous breakfast to Lorne's slaughter of three thousand orcs the night before. While eating, they didn't forget to make up new rumors and would occasionally cast admiring glances at Lorne.

Lorne was starting to get used to that look.

It wasn't because of vanity, but because he had begun to accept his identity as God's chosen one.

One should not only look at the good side of things, but one should not only look at the bad side either.

Given the current situation, the elves of Northwood Fortress clearly need an invincible chosen one; otherwise, they wouldn't have so easily believed such outrageous rumors.

As the chosen one himself, Lorne knew very well that he had to stay clear-headed and use this vanity effectively, rather than letting it cloud his judgment.

So he remained calm and composed throughout, despite the elves' adoring gazes.

"Sena, how's your training progress? Is the staff working?"

As the meal was drawing to a close, Kovina asked Saina a question.

Upon hearing this, Lorne and Nelly also looked at Seina.

Saina frowned slightly: "I feel like I'm so close to success, but I just can't seem to break through that last little bit."

"How about trying to get some guidance from Lorne?" Kovina said with a hint of pride. "Lorne gave me some guidance this morning, and I leveled up."

Saina's eyes widened in surprise, then she exclaimed with delight, "Great! This increases our chances of winning!"

"I can't do it all by myself," Kovina said. "Come on, let Lorne take a look."

"Is it here?" Seina looked at Lorne uncertainly.

Lorne glanced at the cafeteria, which was full of elves, and said, "Let's go to the training ground instead."

On the training field, Seina took out Lorne's Sanctified Moonlight Staff from her dimensional bag, knelt on one knee, rested her hands on the staff, closed her eyes in concentration, and prayed devoutly like an ancient elf.

"Great and merciful harmonizer, lord of dawn and dusk, goddess of the moon, Iluvia, please answer my prayers and bless and protect the elves beside me—"

Lorne focused his mind and used his psychic perception to "see" that Seina was radiating a divine magic as gentle as moonlight.

The sanctified moonlight staff and spear act like an antenna, gathering and guiding Seina's divine magic, connecting it to the omnipresent magical network.

At the same time, the system battle report also updated with a message:

[Kovina's "Prayer of Faith" was not performed due to insufficient environmental conditions, and she failed to receive a divine response.]

"Okay, that's enough," Lorne said.

After Saina finished reciting the prayer one last time, she opened her eyes, remained kneeling, and looked at Lorne with anticipation.

Lorne said calmly, "You're just one opportunity away, and it might be in this battle."

Saina's eyes lit up: "I remember now, many priests mastered their faith prayers in battle or on the battlefield."

"Yes." Lorne smiled and nodded, indicating that was the case.