Age of Adepts

The artifacts that Alice was talking about referred to items that were beyond the 4th rank.

That is, those powerful wizards that were beyond the 4th rank.

Such items were beyond the limits of the power of the bit, so it was difficult to create them within the bit, and they could usually only be created or refined by some sort of means by those high ranking deities or great sorcerers.

And naturally, such a thing couldn't appear in the hands of mundane creatures!

So for super-tier items, Alice was a little better, at least the Fate Card and the Hourglass of Time in her hand were both powerful items in this category. Mary, on the other hand, was a red-crossed white ding who had almost never seen an item of this tier before.

Therefore, she was driven by the powerful valley's yawning expectations to stare at the two dark red bubbles with a heavy step, and as if in a trance, she wanted to explore her hands and take them into her arms.

But her hand was stopped midway by another pair of hands.

Mary couldn't help but glare at Alice who had intercepted her, but when her eyes came into contact with the other's pupils that were as bright and dazzling as stars, she sobered up with a chill.

"I...what just happened to me?"

Alice smiled slightly, her long silver hair as shiny as satin was spread behind her shoulders, her face unusually soft and serene, and her entire body somehow gave off a voluptuous and mysterious smell.

"You're bewitched! They were artifacts, and they were artifacts with a master. That's why they've confused you in every possible way to escape from here, to use your power to escape."

"I'm bewitched? How...how is this possible! How could I have fallen prey to some mindless and unintelligent object? Could it be that you're lying to me?" Mary looked incredulous, and her puzzled eyes darted round Alice's face a few times, and finally settled on Grim.

"Don't feel strange or surprised, Mary! They're divine artifacts, holy artifacts, legendary superlative items, and having such power isn't too much to ask." Grim also laughed bitterly, "You have to know that ever since I got them, I've been harassed and infested by them every moment of the day, and have suffered much more than you!"

Alice's bright gaze swept over the two superlative items once again, and she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"The Jewel of Shadows... Ahem, I can't believe that the Jewel of Shadows of the Dark Witch Clan has fallen into your hands. I'm afraid they're in a mess right now! By the way, what's the other book-shaped item? Why can I sense a if-if divine breath from above..."

Since the two women were both interested, Grim made no secret of the entire journey to the Morion's Place. Oath contract...teaming up...secret war...Shani's death in battle...Shadow Jewel in hand ...evil hooves...floating cities...witch demons...wisdom believers... ...Beast God followers....

A series of mysterious events and horrible battles, the two women were thrilled and reeling. It wasn't until Grim finished recounting the evil things that happened during the teleportation process that the two women breathed a sigh of relief, secretly feeling a great deal of relief for him.

The Austrian Empire Mission was worthy of being a death quest that even veteran 4th rank wizards would shy away from, and the death rate was truly astonishingly high. Seriously speaking, the third squad that Grim was in had a 70% chance of total annihilation without Grim's hard handed existence.

Only that dark witch, Shani, might be able to be spared only by her own strange professional ability. The remaining few would basically have no chance of escape as long as they were blocked by the foreign realm powerhouses.

Those who had fallen on the battlefield of a different dimension, not only their bodies and equipment would become the enemy's trophies, even their broken souls would be hard to avoid, becoming materials for the enemy to play with or desecrate.

Especially those unlucky ones whose souls fell into the hands of witches and demons would be unable to live or die, and would end up suffering for a thousand years and be enslaved to death!

Although Alice possessed the ability to perceive fate, it was also difficult for her to clearly divine and perceive everything that happened to him when Grim stretched out the bit law chaos of the Morion bit. Therefore, after hearing Grim's story, Alice's curved eyebrows couldn't help but tighten together in a pensive manner.

"That Shani really deserves to die!" Mary hated it, "It wasn't enough to die once at your hands, she had to run off to die again. Well, it's a good thing she's dead, or I'd come back and try to kill her too!"

Even after becoming a peak level 3 witch, Mary still retained her original reckless and impulsive personality, fighting and killing at every word, and always acting faster than her brain.

But Grim still heard a hint of love and concern in her fierce words!

Grim ruffled Mary's flamboyant and stubborn hair with a flourish, oblivious to the intimidation of the other man's toothy grin.

Completely oblivious to Grim and Mary's 'flirting', Alice still looked worried.

"What, it's going to be *very* annoying?" Grim turned and asked.

"Well, it's a lot of trouble!"

"You don't have to worry so much about any big trouble, I'll take care of everything. I'm tired of bluffing with those guys. If they don't know how to stop, I'll chop off every single one of their black hands they've stretched out!" Despite being covered in wounds, Grim's raging, fiery heart was undiminished.

There was also a hint of bullying in the conversation that hadn't been there in the past!

"I'm not afraid of an open gun! With me here, the dark witches won't get past me first if they want to push the witches of the North to declare war on you. These actions of theirs are, after all, invisible, and they have no direct evidence to pin Shani's death on you. But what I fear is that they will do it privately, either against you or against the Crimson. In that case, I would be powerless to stop them!"

"Well, let them come, then!" Grim's eyes gradually became red as fire: "If they dare to kill a Crimson Witch, I dare to kill two Dark Witches. Anyway, you two are the only ones I care about the most in the entire family, as long as nothing happens to you two, I can use everything else to fight them in blood..."

Listening to Grim's unique 'words of love', Alice and Mary, the two women were both touched and worried, and couldn't help but snuggle up to Grim's side at the same time, silently planning and plotting for him.

"Grim, you still haven't done enough ruthlessness in this matter. If it had been me, I would have taken out that Mangus and Holly together on the way back, so there would have been no witnesses and no breakers. Hmmm, how those dark witches investigated Shani's death when I saw it." This time it was Mary who spoke.

It was true that her words were still mainly hit-and-run killings.

But when you look at it in detail, there seems to be a bit of truth to it!

"Let it go and let it go! If that Holly Sorcerer and Mangus Sorcerer died in the Otherworld at the same time, the organizational forces behind them would definitely come out to investigate as well. It would also be quite troublesome to deal with then. Now that you've given him the gift of living, he'll surely understand how to deal with it!" Alice regained her composure and once again took her time to analyze the situation.

"By the way, there's something else in here that you need to go over. I always feel like there's something different about this thing, but I can't tell you why. You watch it for me!" Grim suddenly remembered something and turned his gaze to Alice, his large hand tapping her waist and hip and staying there to slowly rub and roam.

Alice scrambled to catch the other man's evil hands, blushing with curiosity, "What is it that you don't even know about?"

"That's her!"

Grim raised his hand and gently dabbed at the Shadow Jewel in the void.

The jewel vibrated, spewing out a dense, inky mass of shadow substance from within, invading half of the hall. Above the precious pearl, a strange humanoid void trapped by the shadow energy appeared, looking at the figure of what appeared to be a young woman, floating quietly with her eyes closed.

Soul Void... it was a fragile soul void!

And the moment Alice saw this Soul Void, she straightened her back violently, her pupils bursting with surprise and uncertainty.

"Son of the Bit... Grim, you... why do you have a Son of the Bit in your hand?"

"Son of the Bit?"

When Grim saw Alice's look of surprise, he immediately knew that the shadow must have something extraordinary. But this bit of the son of the name can be too strange, should be a remarkable good thing.

It was only later through Alice's simple narration that Grim understood what the Son of the Bitmap was.

The so-called Sons of the Position, also known as Sons of Fate, were usually some sort of beings whose souls and bloodlines were most in tune with the consciousness of the Position. Their birth was entirely in accordance with the will of the Bit Consciousness, and a means for the Bit Consciousness to directly interfere with the process of the Bit.

Usually, when the consciousness senses some crisis, it will push the laws of the plane to birth a being whose body, soul and bloodline are all extremely compatible with the supreme laws of the plane. It will then keep its attention on that individual, guiding him or her along a path destined to shine brightly.

An individual who is the subject of the attention of the Ascendant Consciousness has been aided and abetted by God from the moment of his or her birth. The hero he meets will bow down to him, the beggar he meets will meet a down-trodden master, the bush he digs into will kick an artifact, the gnome he digs up will reveal a treasure....

And when the Son of the Position grows up, it will naturally be able to uphold the will of the Position Consciousness and push the progress of the Position in that direction in which it wishes to go!

Unfortunately, this Son of the Position that the Morian Position had cultivated was apparently not sufficiently developed, and was interrupted by the fall of the Austrian Empire, and could only be considered a half-finished product.

And at the time of capturing this soul, Grim apparently did not understand the concept of the Son of the Plane, but simply felt that this soul consciousness was too clean, too pure, too different.

And so, the soul of this arcane apprentice named Lucia had also ended up in the distant world of wizards, in the hands of Alice!