Age of Adepts

The eastern part of the continent, looking out over the tower.

Located on the top floor of a bizarre room, the skinny and bony Mastan is lying comfortably on his extravagant and luxurious bed, sleeping heavily.

This room, everywhere you can see the appearance of the magnificent and luxuriously decorated furniture and furnishings, the walls are hanging everywhere with the portrait of the voluptuous female * breast fat * ass. The dining table placed against the corner of the wall is filled with a full set of gold and silver tableware, which is illuminated by the bright light source of witchcraft, reflecting a mesmerizing illusory light.......

If an outsider were to mistakenly enter this place, they would definitely not believe that this was the residence of a 4th-ranked sorcerer. This is because the entire residence is filled with an air of extravagant luxury, drunkenness and decadence, which does not fit the powerful and mysterious temperament of a high-ranking sorcerer.

Moreover, looking through the entire residence, we couldn't find a single item related to sorcery, but instead, some of the human nobles' favorite ** small objects were thrown everywhere, mixed with the gorgeous and expensive silk underwear, which made people couldn't help but imagine.

However, while that Mastan was sleeping with a huge pillow painted with a 衤果女 pattern between his hands and feet, ripples appeared in the empty space in a corner of the room, and a strange magic eye appeared, blinking its illusory eyes and beginning to look at the room curiously.

The magical eye appeared as if it were real, but it was real in this empty space.

It was like a hazy shadow the size of a fist, drifting around the room as if it was extremely curious about everything here.

Eventually, its gaze landed on the ugly, naked and shirtless Mastan, who was sleeping heavily, and the illusory eye kept approaching him, taking in every detail of his body.

I must say, Mastan was pretty ugly!

There was not much flesh and blood visible on his thin, bony body, his loose, shriveled skin on top of his well-defined bones, he looked like a skeleton that was still breathing from afar.

The top of his greenish-gray skin is full of dark spots, and his chest, armpits, and footboard are full of messy black and coarse hard hairs in places that shouldn't have hair.

As a 4th rank prophet, Mastan apparently didn't pay much attention to personal hygiene, his ugly body was covered with dirt, and the entire room was filled with an unpleasant and horrible stench.

Although Mastan was sleeping extremely deeply, the magic eye was so close that the obscure fate fluctuations emitted from it might not be perceptible to others, but he was too familiar with it.

Mastan cursed repeatedly to wake up from his sleep, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of watery, shiny, beautiful and beautiful eyes. These eyes were so large and clear that they took up almost most of the visual space in front of him.

He even had to lean back a few centimeters in order to see the magic eyes that were floating in front of him clearly. And that beautiful pair of eyes was the one staring at him silently through the magical eye.

"Bastard, it's you again, brat!" A series of vicious curses immediately emerged from the inside of Mastan's withered, crooked mouth as he struggled to wave his arms in an attempt to drive the magical eye further away.

Unfortunately, the magical eye only retreated half a meter before switching to the side where his arm couldn't reach and continued to play 'peekaboo'.

"Ugly, is this your bedroom? It really is ugly and smelly, exactly like your body." The Magic Eye gently shook the void, floating out a strange spiritual ripple, "You always say you're a 4th rank wizard, but why can't you find half a thing related to witchcraft and prophecy in your bedroom? Can you give me a tour of your lab? I'm very interested in the various experiments of your 4th rank wizards..."

Seemingly haunting Mastan, the magical eye floated around him, balking at everything around him while talking to him carelessly. And that Mastan's hideous face was already filled with anger and frustration.

"You be quiet!"

A golden light from Mastan shot out from his hand*, blasting the magic eye out of the air.

However, as soon as this magic eye dissipated, the surrounding void rippled again and a new magic eye emerged again.

"Why are you blowing up my Eye of Fate... Don't you know that condensing it requires consuming the power of fate? You already shot 73 of my Eyes of Destiny yesterday, and I haven't even gotten to you yet!"

Mastan's actions just now seemed to be useless to the guy hiding on the opposite side of the empty eyeball, the other party appeared this time and began to dwell on the verbal bombardment, annoying a Hall 4 prophet in bed tossing and turning but can no longer sleep.

Mastan struggled to climb out of the luxurious bed, grabbed a silk robe from the beautifully carpeted soft floor and draped it over his body, shambling towards the washroom.

"Don't follow me, kiddo, I'm going to take a bath. If you want to see what an old man looks like in the shower, follow!" Before entering, Mastan turned back and growled viciously.

This time the threat seemed to have some effect, and the orb hesitated before finally drifting into the lavatory instead of wandering into the bedroom.

How could the personal residence of a 4th rank sorcerer be so simple, although this place was superficially luxurious and extravagant like a tasteless aristocratic mansion for the rich and wealthy. But inside the cold walls, underneath the wooden floor, and on the ceiling where the huge crystal chandeliers hung, there were countless guardian witch formations.

In the bedroom residence, there are also several hidden dark places, which are filled with obscure elemental fluctuations, and there are several hidden compartments and chambers that have been camouflaged and disguised.

The outside of these hidden places were lingered with layers and layers of protective witchcraft formations, capable of blocking the detection of prophetic witchcraft and the infiltration of most of the world's extraordinary powers.

Unfortunately, the power imbibed on this magical eye clearly did not belong to the common witchcraft powers of the world, surprisingly treating these witchcraft protections as if they were nothing, casually moving around and balking inside.

Half a quarter of an hour later, after taking a hot bath, a refreshed Mastan just came out of the washroom, and saw the magic eye that leisurely floated out from the secret room of his witchcraft.

What was placed there were his favorite and most precious supreme treasures!

Mastan's face immediately became hideously twisted again.

Ever since the last time he had spied on that peer in the far north, he had somehow been haunted by that Lady of Fate. The other party seemed to be deeply favored by the power of fate and had a means of fate manipulation that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

After she unintentionally captured Mastan's own original Eye of Fate, she had mastered that ability without a teacher. And then, from then on, she became a terrifying nightmare that Mastan couldn't shake!

Seemingly quite curious about this eccentric old man with a strong force of fate, the Fate Daughter actually drove the eye of fate that only Mastan could control in the past to start following him 360 degrees around the clock.

When Mastan meditated, she was there; when Mastan divined, she was there; when Mastan ate, she was there; when Mastan slept, she was there; when Mastan hid in the secret room guarded by the power of fate, she was still there....

In short, the power of fate that Mastan had mastered was perfectly capable of protecting that northern counterpart, but it was ineffective against the Daughter of Fate.

Mastan had tried all the protective means, but none of them could shield him from the overly curious Daughter of Fate's close prying eyes.

For six months, every single day and every single moment, he had this pesky orb floating around him, spying on his every move, making it impossible for him to retain even a shred of privacy.

And only he could see this strange magical eye, no other sorcerer, not even the other 4th rank sorcerers within the association, could see this damn eye floating around through the naked eye.

Truth be told, this kind of job of peeping into other people's privacy, Mastan hadn't done much in the past.

But to pester someone for half a year as bitterly as this Lady of Destiny, this had never happened before. And what was even worse was that even if Mastan knocked out the other person's Eye of Destiny, the other person would be able to summon another one in an instant.

It seemed, probably, probably... the Fate power was too spoiled for this Fate Lady, and the other party didn't look like she was straining at all when using the Fate power, as if she wasn't burdened at all by casting Fate Sorcery....

And that's what makes Mastan despair the most!

"What do you want from me, kid? Please, let me go! I'm going to go crazy if I keep getting stuck with you like this..." immediately Mastan rushed over and grabbed the magical eye, putting his face up to it and growling loudly.

"I told you so! Just teach me the fate sorcery you know and I won't bore you... I've been begging Teacher Alice for a long time, but she won't teach me a single fate sorcery. And that I'm the daughter of fate, and everything I want can only come from fate... Hmph, it must be because she's too stingy herself that she won't teach me, and she's making so many excuses!"

As soon as he heard that it was Fate Witchcraft, Mastan, who was full of pleading a moment ago, immediately changed his face, squeezed an eyeball and exploded it, turned around and walked out of the room.

A moment later, a new eyeball floated behind him again, and from it came the fresh and sweet voice of that young girl.

"Old man, you've ruined another one of my Destiny Eyes. If you keep being so rude, I'll broadcast the ugly face of a naked woman so that everyone around you can see your ugly side... Hurry up and teach me Fate Sorcery, or I'll broadcast it now.... "

Mastan was furiously furious, cursing the odd young girl worthy of the monster of fate in a stack of successive obscenities.

The young girl seemed to be enraged as well, and a strange and bizarre mental wave emanated from her eyeballs, rippling swiftly in all directions.

The ripples spread silently within the overlooking tower, and every single living being affected by the ripples, no matter what they were doing, instantly saw a rickety and ugly red urchin male body appear in their minds.

Immediately there was an uproar within the giant tower!