Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy-Chapter 663 - 640 Daughter of Destiny_2

Chapter 663 -640 Daughter of Destiny_2

They have become the prey of others’ hunts, a capital ‘miserable’ is the only way to describe it.

“The aura of your race was torn apart by others, leaving other creatures with no scruples. The resulting situation is inevitable,” Ivan sighed after hearing.

The survival of a race is only like this. Once a flaw is exposed, who wouldn’t want to take a bite.

“Those bastards will definitely suffer great misfortune.”

Antoinette said bitterly, in her heart she hated Vigidina even more, that bitch was the mastermind behind all this tragedy. Once she recovered, she would definitely settle this bloody debt with her.

Regarding the plight of other Heavenly Girls, she had no words, after all, she herself had not been doing well these past years.

Inside and outside the garden, a silence fell all at once.

“What’s your name?”

“Ivan Marichardon.”

“Are you the one who rescued Antoinette?”

“More or less, we had a mutually beneficial relationship, her avatar helped me years ago.”

“Mr. Ivan, this Seven-leaf Grass is for you, please don’t refuse, consider it a small token of my gratitude for helping Princess Antoinette.”

After a moment, Angela spoke up, breaking the atmosphere, but what she meant left Ivan stunned.

Ivan looked at her in surprise, finding her expression extraordinarily sincere.

Could this really be the character of the Heavenly Girl tribe?

Mavis was like this, and from Mavis’s words, Antoinette should have been like this before too, and now Angela Mimir appeared.

“I am a sorcerer, and I uphold equivalent exchange.” He didn’t want to take advantage of someone who was sincerely genuine.

“Hypocrite.” Antoinette muttered, but did not stop the two from acting, and went off to the other side to admire other plants.

The garden is not only filled with Seven-leaf Wisdom Grass and other rare flowers and plants.

“For you.” Angela reiterated, and explained: “Actually, these blooms in the garden are not all my doing, more so it’s thanks to the unique environment of the Gray Crow’s Residence. It’s very suitable for cultivating exotic flowers and fruits here.”

“You don’t have to be modest, let’s exchange.”

Ivan tallied up his belongings and found that there were indeed not many items suitable for the other party.

Thinking for a moment, he summoned a silver-white moon blade as tall as a person, letting it float in front of Angela.

This Silver Moon Blade was obtained from the Dark Night Mother Goddess, equivalent to a Half-Force Treasure. After he became a Void King Wizard, he almost never used it, and it should suit someone like Angela.

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“What a beautiful crescent,” Angela’s eyes lit up as she looked at it.

“As long as you are satisfied.” Ivan smiled.

“I, I— I didn’t mean that.” Angela waved her hands in denial.

“Take it, if you don’t want to use the Silver Moon Blade as a weapon, you can place it high up, to decorate the Gray Crow’s Residence. I noticed there’s just missing a round bright moon up there.”

Hearing Ivan’s words, Angela subconsciously glanced upwards, somewhat enticed.

This made Ivan chuckle quietly.

In the end, under his repeated insistence, Angela finally accepted the Moon Blade. As for how Angela would actually use it, he did not concern himself further.

“Just a Seven-leaf Wisdom Grass, look at how pathetic you look.”

While he was carefully observing the Seven-leaf Grass, Antoinette returned, still relentless with her words.

“If this sorcerer isn’t mistaken, it seems someone once said that after successfully escaping their predicament, they would certainly give a satisfying gift.”

Without looking back, Ivan muttered softly.

“That’s right, I did say that.” Antoinette was not one to go back on her word, “This deity keeps her promises. Just wait for a while, I will surely amaze you.”

“How about this, you help me deal with someone, you should know, that old guy with green deer antlers, a creature from the Elf Plane as well.”

“No need, that guy previously came looking for trouble with me and destroyed quite a few of my setups, I will certainly bother him myself.”

“——”

Thus, Ivan and Antoinette temporarily stayed at the Gray Crow’s Residence, taking the chance to properly heal their previous injuries and also consider future plans.

As the host here, Angela welcomed this with open arms.

In the group of three, with a sharp-tongued Antoinette in presence, it didn’t seem lonely.

Days passed by one after another.

Whether it was Ivan or Antoinette, their healing capabilities were both extraordinary, and their injuries got better day by day.

Ivan’s injury was far less severe than Antoinette’s, and in less than a month, aside from the stubborn curse within him, he had returned to his peak.

Afterward, he eagerly ran to the garden and dug out his very own Seven-leaf Wisdom Grass.

He then returned to the newly built wooden house, starting to extract the power contained in the Seven-leaf Wisdom Grass, thread by thread, merging it into the azure Prophet’s Treasure Tome.

Initially, he was worried about the harmony of the power, but the two merged seamlessly, without any obstruction.

“Unexpectedly, I did profit from others.”

Ivan then understood what ‘ancient species’ really meant; this Seven-leaf Wisdom Grass seemed thin in volume, yet the wisdom it contained was especially profound, giving off an unfathomable feeling.

At the same time, the power of the Prophet’s Treasure Tome was gradually increasing.

When the time was right, the Prophet’s Treasure Tome actively attacked, absorbing the entire Seven-leaf Wisdom Grass into itself in one breath. In just a moment, the azure on the tome became even more vivid.

Ivan could sense that the quality of the Prophet’s Treasure Tome had risen quite significantly, and in terms of Original Force Treasure, it had become outstanding among elementary quality, just a step away from intermediate quality.

As per the classification of Original Force Treasures, elementary corresponded to the Throne level, intermediate to Level 7 supreme, a telling comparison.

Before he could finish his appreciation, vivid images emerged on the Prophet’s Treasure Tome, indicating that the treasure’s premonition ability had been triggered once again.

Ivan held his breath, staring at it with unblinking eyes.

This time, the images were still bizarre. His own figure appeared first, flying forward in a white void, then bumping into something hard. Upon a closer look, he found a gigantic ancient tree surrounding him.

He seemed to understand something and, using both hands and feet, climbed up along the trunk.

Following a flash of the scene, he found something, reached out to grab it, and a joyful smile appeared on his face.

“What does this mean?”

The image ended abruptly, and Ivan, returning to his senses, felt a bit at a loss.

This was much vaguer compared to the last premonition, which involved Old Tree Man Meg and clearly indicated it was a search for the Throne together.

The previous premonition was incredibly accurate, resulting in them indeed finding two special Thrones in the end.

“In this premonition of the future, I found something else, presumably not inferior to the previous Thrones.” Despite the obscurity of this image, he wasn’t likely to give up easily.

The only thing that made him apprehensive was now being in the Elf Plane, where there were still many formidable enemies not to be trifled with.

The curse on his body was also a bothersome factor.

…

Sea Teeth Castle.

On this land shaped like fangs, storms still swept around it, but they weren’t as oppressive as days before, forcing everyone to avoid them.

“Are you sure—-”

“The lord is definitely fine, otherwise how could I be unaffected in the slightest.”

“That’s good, so you—-”

“Can’t sense, but rest assured, the lord definitely hasn’t fallen in, hasn’t been trapped in that place. We just need to wait quietly.”

In the city situated at the forefront of the fangs, Debra and Templer waited day after day, still not seeing the person they were waiting for returning.

This question, Debra didn’t know how many times she had asked, Templer knew it by heart, yet he still gave the same answer and could even respond ahead of time.

“Ha, haha, hahaha.”

Debra laughed oddly, giving Templer a sudden bad premonition.

“Mr. Templer, take a guess, what do you think I want to say now?”

“What?”

“Bastard, I want to beat you up.”

“Stay calm—- hold on! Let’s talk this out.”

In fact, it proved that one shouldn’t be too smug or get carried away, otherwise, when someone else is upset, you might become the scapegoat.

Templer, not long since his creation, clearly hadn’t figured this out.