Age of Adepts

Mastan, who had been calm and collected a moment ago, was now pouncing on the crystal ball like a urchin who had gotten a new toy, drawing back hungrily at the sight inside, murmuring incessantly.

"My...my...all mine! This is my world...you will never have secrets from me..."

"What do we do first?"

"By the way, it's been seven days since I've seen Baby Anna, so I'd better see her first."

As Mastan murmured almost madly, the scene within the crystal ball continued to change, and soon it was frozen within a mist-filled room.

Within a super-luxurious and extravagantly huge bath, a graceful and beautiful woman was lying halfway in it, gently pouring hot pool water over her body, and the foggy, rich and exuberant scene was beautiful to behold.

And on her side, several young maids wearing light veils, one is gently rubbing her shoulders, one is painting her nails with bromeliad juice, one is peeling grapes and carefully feeding them into her mouth.......

The entire bathroom was lush with springtime and beauty.

"Hahahaha... Anna Beauty, after holding it in for so long, you finally can't help but take a bath! Wow, this body, this skin, this waist... you're the most feminine of all the 4th rank witches..."

When Mastan was alone on the top of the tower, peeping at the beautiful witch with a smile on his face, Anna, who was bathing and playing in the secret room, suddenly raised a large cicada, and the relaxed smile on her face turned into a vicious and fierce look.

When she raised her Ug hand, the pool splashed with millions of sharp water arrows, instantly smashing the magical eye that appeared out of nowhere in mid-air into pieces.

"Damn you, Mastan, you bastard... If you dare to spy on me again, I'll definitely gouge out your eyes and stomp on them as balls!"

Looking at the top of the tower, the scene inside the crystal ball shuddered, and a water arrow shot out from it, and instantly turned into a puff of hot water and drenched Mastan into a drowning chicken.

Having been humiliated and played with by the 'enemy' in such a humiliating and playful manner, Mastan not only didn't get annoyed, but raised his arm to smell the aroma inside the vapor and smiled an extremely twisted and obscene smile on his face.

"Beauty's bath water smells so good... Anna, sooner or later you'll be mine, and I'll make sure to get all your secrets. Hehe, the next time I spy on you in the toilet, then I'll take pictures and save them to force you into submission... Jie Jie Jie..."

"Oh yeah, counting the days, it's bedtime for that Silver Alliance chick, so I'll take the opportunity to see..."

With that said, Mastan pounced in front of the crystal ball again with a smile on his face and started frantically fighting to find the special marker he had left in the long river of fate.

The scene inside the crystal ball was changing endlessly, either it was a well-protected chamber of witchcraft or a huge, undulating sea ship... And those witches who existed as protagonists inside were either meditating, transcribing books, or concentrating on witchcraft experiments... Their characters were different, their locations were different, and their movements within the scene were relaxed and casual, apparently oblivious to Mastan's prying eyes!

Finally, with the guidance of a red mane, the scene inside the crystal ball came to a halt, revealing a witch's dwelling full of feminine scents. And in the center of the crystal ball, a beautiful witch with a figure and posture that were all of the highest quality was undressing, as if she was preparing to go to bed.

"Helena, I have spied on so many witches, but when it comes to the shape of my buttocks, the most beautiful one is you..." the entire Mastan was almost lying on the crystal ball, his long scarlet tongue sticking out long, and he couldn't stop licking the pair of beautiful female buttocks on the light screen that was magnified many times through the screen.

"Little baby, I'm going to get my hands on you in the future!"

It seemed that Mastan's obscenity was too piercing, and the beautiful witch who had taken off most of her robes in the scene and had just reached the bedside turned back sharply, her eyes sweeping all over the dwelling in suspicion.

But unfortunately, she was only at the 2nd level, and obviously couldn't spot Mastan's magical eye, which she had gathered by special means, as quickly as that 4th level Anna witch.

The young witch hastily pulled out an amulet from her underwear and held it tightly in her hand calling out an odd and bawdy name. A moment later, light and shadow floated within the dwelling, and an elderly, pale crone suddenly emerged from the void and stood pinned to the side of the young witch.

"Lord Beatrice, that feeling is back! I'm...I'm so scared!"

Seeing the old woman appear, the young witch rushed to her and hugged her tightly by the arm.

"Well, it stinks of Mastan again! Mastan, you have crossed the line, this is our Silver Alliance territory. If you dare to spy on my disciples again, I will definitely go to the Overlook Tower to make your evil deeds public. Bastard, get out of here..."

With the old woman's furious roar, an invisible energy barrier enveloped the entire residence, which also cut off the remote prying eyes of the Prophecy Crystal.

From the Overlook Tower in the middle of the continent to the Silver Alliance's Sky City, the closest straight line distance between the two sides was also 200,000 to 300,000 miles, yet this Mastan was able to project his own power in an instant with the terrifying ability of the Prophecy Crystal.

This was also a perfect display of the terrifying nature of a high level prophet from one side!

For high level seers, the regions of this world were almost transparent to them, except for a handful of places that were guarded by the power of fate.

Although they didn't have the ability to kill people across the sky or place a curse or something across a hundred thousand miles, but the day and night prying and never-ending probing was enough to drive those unstable-minded witches into insanity.

Especially for those thin and graceful young witches, the thought that there was an extremely perverted old witch watching them all the time, from every angle, eating, sleeping, bathing, using the toilet or making love, I'm afraid no one could endure such a horrifying scene!

The witch Beatrice interrupted the peeping Tom, Mastan witch not only did not have the slightest feeling of shame, but also viciously jumped to the distance and cursed: "Beatrice, you old beggar woman, you are not so dissatisfied because you are so ugly, I did not peep at you....... Sneaking in at the time you're having a fling with your male pet to save your picture, I'll see if you still have the nerve to bother me..."

After cursing like a rough farmer, Mastan remembered the main task of the day.

"Damn it, no more nonsense! The Overlook Tower's energy has been depleted quite a bit, if I don't show some results, that Domnall will definitely give me a hard time..." Thinking of the other party's vicious tactics, Mastan couldn't help but shiver with excitement, hurriedly jumped in front of the crystal ball again, and began to seriously and sinisterly search for that legend! The Fire Witch comes.

The legendary Fire Witch was within the Overlook Tower, and even if his home was guarded by layers of witchcraft, he could not resist the psychic tentacles that Mastan crept in through the long river of fate.

As Mastan fiddled with the crystal ball endlessly, the scenes inside jumped and flickered from chamber to chamber and dwelling to dwelling. Finally, within a well-protected chamber, Masten saw the figure of the young fire witch.

The young fire witch was sitting in front of a wooden table with a magic water mirror floating in front of him, seemingly communicating with someone in the distance.

"Hey, kid, got you! Now let my lord see what you're doing."

Mastan smiled coldly, his hands together with the crystal ball, began to slowly push the magic eye, trying to pull the lens closer to see who is in contact with the other side, what are they talking about.

But oddly enough, before the magic eye can get close to the other side, the scene inside the crystal ball shakes, and suddenly a large red cloud spreads up, obscuring everything.

Immediately, the crystal of prophecy lost direct contact with the distant magical eye!

"What's going on, asshole? Did that fire witch set up some sort of guardian witch formation?" Mastan roared in anger, "It's impossible, my magic eye has the power of fate attached to it and can penetrate most of the known protective witch formations. This bastard...what method did he use to destroy my magical eye?"

"No, I'll try again!"

Mastan had obviously never seen anything so bizarre before, and angrily fought with the prophecy crystal again, and once again put a magic eye into the residence of the legendary fire witch through the long river of fate.

The scene was recreated with that legendary fire witch still sitting at the wooden table, whispering something softly into the magical water mirror, seemingly oblivious to Mastan's probing just now.

"Hey, it doesn't look like this boy witch did the deed. Did I mishandle it?"

Mastan, filled with suspicion, began to push the magical eye, yet again like last time, before approaching the legendary fire witch, the scene inside the crystal ball shook violently, red light flashed, and everything disappeared.

"Bastard... Bastard... Bastard..."

Now Mastan was 100% sure that it was never his own operational error that had caused the failed peep, but... it was the legendary fire witch who had destroyed his magical eye by some means.

Damn, what could that be?

To be able to destroy the magical eye that had the power of fate guarding it, that legendary fire witch's methods were really creepy!

Was it some kind of flame law he had mastered? The red mane that shone before the destruction of the Magic Eye seems to be the unique characteristic of the fire element... However, how did the boy witch destroy the Magic Eye without anyone noticing?

Since that boy wizard can't peek, let's peek at the hidden power behind him!

The fate guard on him seems to be the handiwork of that little girl up north, well, I'll just see what she's up to.

From various sources, Mastan had also heard about the beauty of the Fate Witch Chief.

He has a passion and obsession for voyeuristic beauty, and now he can't stop rubbing his hands together to touch the prophecy crystal again.