Age of Adepts

Two days later.

A flying ship belonging to the Scattered Tallinn Association rose from a high wooden platform, slowly adjusted its course, and began to accelerate slowly towards the west.

And Grim, as one of the passengers, blended into the crowd on the deck.

Those who could board the flying ship were either sorcerers or some upper class dignitaries, so although the number of people on the deck was quite large, it still appeared orderly and gentle.

In the world of witches, since there were many major powers, there wasn't a fixed standard of clothing for witches. In terms of colors, there were even no restrictions.

However, in general, elemental sorcerers mostly preferred to wear light and soft cloth robes due to their slightly inferior physique. The range of clothing for Alchemy and Bloodline witches was even wider, ranging from light leather armor with good protection to full metal armor with astonishing defensive power, there were almost no taboos.

Therefore, it was almost impossible to analyze a witch's true strength based on witch clothing alone!

In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, Grim didn't wear his everyday red witch robe, but instead chose a plain black witch robe with only a flight technique attached to it.

Thus, from the looks of it, an ordinary person could easily mistake him for a low-level wizard!

With no interest or hobby in talking to anyone, Grim caressed the railing of the boat with his hand, quietly looking down on the natural scenery and landscape below him, his mind still going over the series of meetings and private conversations he'd had over the past two days.

In public, no one talked about the more private matters.

But after Grim returned to his residence, a large number of wizards were visiting, including a number of representatives sent by two 3rd rank wizards.

It could be seen that these guys were now quite optimistic about the Crimson Family's development, and were proposing a cooperation and deal to Grim on behalf of their families or powers behind them on extremely favorable terms. Even some collaborators put forward the conditions of preferential, is simply a white gift Crimson family promise great benefits, and in this way to catch up with this rising new family.

However, most of the bait in the fragrant beauty of the fish are difficult to swallow fish hooks, these loss of resources, loss of magic crystals also have to ride on the crimson family chariot guys must be carrying a huge trouble. Once their bait is eaten into their mouths, they are also carrying a certain amount of trouble for the other side.

If their enemies or hostile forces were only some small and medium sized sorcerer families, the Crimson Family would naturally accept without hesitation. But if these troubles involved some high-ranking sorcerers, then... the Crimson Family would be asking for trouble!

So, the two days that he stayed inside the Witch Tower in Rayne City, Grim didn't have any free time at all, that is, he was dealing with this group of formidable guys.

With the many intelligence and information that Grim had, along with the advice and guidance from the two 3rd ranked Sorcerers, Grim naturally knew how to deal with this group of uninvited guys.

Dispatching them to the crimson steward Gargamel who remained behind to guard the Throne of Flame, Grim boarded the flying ship alone and began this solitary journey.

It was roughly 110,000 kilometers from Elovis to Tikist, and even at the speed of the flying ship, it would take half a month, so Grim was completely free to enjoy the journey quietly and leisurely.

When the flying ship rose to high altitude and began to travel quickly through the clouds above, the temperature on the flight deck would plummet to a very low level. Those ordinary dignitaries couldn't withstand such low temperatures even if they were dressed in thick clothes, so they had long since hid inside the cabin protected by the elemental barrier.

At this time, those who were able to stay on the deck were all official sorcerers!

The sparse dozen or so witches, looking at the clothing and perceiving the spirit fluctuations, were mostly rank 1 witches, no noteworthy characters.

Only a white haired, balding old wizard in the corner of the deck, seeing Grim's gaze sweeping over, immediately nodded concealedly, revealing a pleasing and flattering expression.

Grim was chip-assisted and instantly reacted.

It seemed that this fellow had also had the opportunity to participate in the Witch Tower's welcome party, having once seen himself.

Grim didn't have the time to pay attention to such a minor character, his gaze slightly rested on him before turning elsewhere. The old sorcerer, who was proud of his status, didn't dare to come over and disturb Grim, and instead went off to talk to the sorcerer on the other side.

The number of sorcerers was so large, the characters inside were naturally shaped **, with different personalities and hobbies. There were those who were good at conversation, and those who were cold and unapproachable....

And the old wizard, after hitting the nail twice, actually got to talking to a young male and female wizard. And the other was obviously a couple with an enviably close relationship.

After staying for a few more moments, Grim, who was a little bored with the scenery below him, straightened his robes and strode into the cabin with confidence.

The old sorcerer in the conversation kept his eyes on Grim, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him leave. It was an honor to bump into such a legendary sorcerer, but the mental strain was unprecedented.

Seemingly noticing the old sorcerer's performance, the pair of male and female sorcerers couldn't help but sneak a glance at Grim.

Seeing the other party's tall and broad back disappearing at the entrance of the cabin, the young and dainty female sorcerer couldn't help but shoot a hot gaze of fascination in her eyes.

"Looks like a very strong wizard! Is he an alchemical sorcerer?"

Seemingly dissatisfied with his companion's 'performance', the other male witch couldn't help but frown, "What's so great about a Body Refining Witch... soaking himself in all sorts of weird juices all day long, and there's always a strange smell! ......."

Holy crap, what a pair of unexperienced nestlings...how dare they openly comment on a wizard in public who doesn't know the bottom line...what two little ones who don't know how to write the word death....

The old wizard hurriedly spoke out to interrupt the two's 'nonsense' and continued to enthusiastically introduce them to the previous mission, "That ruin is at the edge of the Black Forest, and although it has been scavenged a few times, there are still some things left inside. You guys just have to listen to me, and you're guaranteed to get some good resources from it..."

The old wizard who was chirping at the back of the story said another large portion of the story, but by this time, Grim was already deep inside the cabin and under the influence of the ubiquitous witch formation, so it was unknown what was to follow.

For such a small person, Grim would only listen to them casually and would not take them to heart.

That old sorcerer looked like a hopelessly promoted trash who had barely relied on years of torment to reach his current tier. And from the oily seduction in his eyes, Grim could feel a faint malice that was well hidden.

It seemed that those two young sorcerers had become his prey. If they were tricked by him into that so-called 'relic', they would either be trapped or plotted against, and their fate could be imagined.

However, what did this have to do with Grim!

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Since the senior management of the Rayne City Witch Tower had been greeted in advance, the flying ship management witch left Grim with what was undoubtedly the largest and most luxurious room on the ship.

The interior of the flying ship was not very spacious, with the exception of the cargo room on the bottom floor, the rooms left for people to rise and rest were all very small. Even the official sorcerers lived in small, low and narrow cabins. But Grim had a refreshing feeling as he followed the managing wizard to his room.

Not only was the room in front of him spacious and bright, it was also clearly divided into two levels, inside and outside.

The outside was naturally the meeting room and study room, while the inside was a bedroom and a separate workroom with a small alchemy table inside.

This way, since he was on the run, Grim could also simply handle some of the alchemical items he had with him.

To this day, ordinary 1st and 2nd tier magic puppets were hardly able to help him in the slightest. But the 3rd level elemental crystals were not that easy to obtain, so Grim could only try his best to create some low level magic puppets to enrich the family sorcerer's personal battle strength.

With the family's private resource points starting to operate one after another, and the huge dragon resources in the Lance Position, the Crimson Family already had a stable resource collection system. Under these circumstances, the handy and practical elemental magic puppets were no longer sold to the outside world as a strategic resource and became an internal benefit of the Crimson Witch.

Therefore, reading a book, browsing the scenery along the way, and taking the time to create some unique elemental magic puppets during such a silent journey... it had become a daily routine for Grim!

The mental boost that meditation provides to Grim nowadays is almost minimal. However, hundreds of years of habit formation had made 4 hours of daily meditation still become the basic daily routine of the thunderbolt.

The enhancement obtained this way was tiny, but if you persisted for years and years, you would still be able to accumulate no small amount of results.

To become a truly strong person without this kind of day-to-day toil was obviously impossible!

Even in the midst of this seemingly leisurely journey, the chip in Grim's mind was still running at high speed, and one by one, the mission process was being resolved in an orderly fashion....

After becoming a 3rd rank, as Grim's mental strength increased, the chip's ability to calculate and process data had also improved unprecedentedly. And Grim discovered that even without the aid of the chip, his brain could now process large amounts of data at high speed and efficiency.

By rough estimation, he was now completely comparable to the chip at 1st stage!

This also explained from one side how the high level shamans dealt with the complicated and divided into different levels of three-dimensional witch formations. With the assistance of strong spiritual energy, the brain of every High-ranked Sorcerer had been fully developed, and was no weaker than a former intelligent computer in terms of function.

There were even some witches who, in order to expand their brain capacity, would use strange sorcery to stimulate the perverted growth of their brains before cutting them out and storing them in a private witch tower. In this way, by virtue of the bizarre instinctive connection between the brain and the detached brain, these witches could obtain extraordinary memory power and nearly unlimited memory storage space.

In this regard, they were also equivalent to having a more primitive 'chip' constantly assisting them at all times. If Grim encountered such a guy, the original 'chip' advantage would also be instantly leveled off and there would no longer be any advantage to speak of.

Therefore, the chip was a tool rather than a ruler, and in addition to embracing the chip tightly, he had to give full play to his strengths and advantages as well!