Chapter 232: A Gathering of Thousands of Arcane Teams! Onto the Mission! (1/2)
Chapter 232: A Gathering of Thousands of Arcane Teams! Onto the Mission!
“Finally, a moment of peace.”
“For a genius like me, I just need to make sure I am the most handsome. What difference does it make if I train or not? If anyone comes shouting at me to train again, I will stink them to death.”
In Holy Dawn Academy’s residence in the athlete village, Stingham muttered to himself as he sat atop a toilet.
“But it really does stink. Perhaps Teacher Carter has been shooed away?”
Stingham pinched his nose as he prepared to exit the washroom and return to his room to continue sleeping.
“Stingham.”
But right as he walked out of the restroom, he suddenly heard someone call his name.
“You are still not going to change?”
Stingham dispiritedly looked out the window as responded, “Yes?” But as he realized it wasn’t Carter and he thought about how he had not covered his face, he suddenly became a little fearful.
“I heard your voice already. I also know you were miserably beaten up by Jean Camus, so there is no need to avoid me. Come out now, we must head to the Sacred Tower to meet up with everyone else,” The person shouted from outside the door.
“It must be a ghost.” Stingham’s eyes widened as he quietly and cautiously said, “Teacher Rui?”
“It’s me.”
The voice coming from outside became sterner as it continued, “Hurry up and come out.”
“I’m not going,” Stingham immediately shouted back, “You all have the wrong person. The person Jean Camus beat up wasn’t me.”
“You registered for this mission from the Office of Special Affairs by yourself, yet now you don’t want to go to the meeting?” The tone of the voice didn’t change whatsoever.
“At that time I…” Stingham started to speak, but then suddenly paused. He had wanted to say ‘At that time, I was handsome. But now, in my current state, I’m so ugly.’ but he felt like it wasn’t right, so he instead continued, “I can’t. My stomach is not feeling well, so I cannot go out. The Office of Special Affairs respects the decisions of its arcane masters right, so if I’m not feeling well, you cannot force me to go out and participate in a mission.”
“You really are not coming out?” Rui sharply asked once more.
“Definitely not!” Stingham firmly responded.
“Then I guess you won’t be needing this Super Beautifying Mask that I especially brought with me. I’ll just give it to Ayrin or Rinloran instead.”
“Super Beautifying Mask?” Stingham’s eyes suddenly widened, “The legendary creation of Dark Elven craftsmen? The mask which is made from the softest skin of Shadow Spiders and has the strongest skin protection ability while also making one seem more handsome? Is it really that one and only super divine and mystical Super Beautifying Mask?”
“Other than this, are there any other Super Beautifying Masks?” Rui responded.
“Quick, give it to me! I’ll go!” Stingham screamed at the top of his lungs as he immediately charged towards the door.
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“It isn’t just the teams participating in the national tournament. There are many other arcane teams headed towards the Sacred Tower as well. Could it be…”
The group had just stepped out of the restaurant when they saw many other arcane teams also headed towards the Sacred Tower. Morgan was stunned for a moment as a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
At this moment, another Office of Special Affairs arcane master came rushing over. “Ah, perfect. Ferguillo, Ivan, you two are here as well. These are the lists for your two teams. You all should also head to the Sacred Tower now,” the arcane master shouted as he handed a list to Ferguillo and Ivan.
“Is the mission against the Evil Dragon Followers about to start?”
Ayrin, who was slower on the uptake, suddenly exclaimed at this moment as he turned his head and looked at Morgan, “Your team also received invitations right? Will you all also be participating in this mission?”
“The teams on this list are indeed the ones who accepted the invites of the Office of Special Affairs,” Ferguillo said as he looked at the list in his hand. He took a deep breath as he calmly continued, “It seems like the mission has been pushed forward.”
“Pushed forward? Could some new variable have come into play, or are we trying to catch them while they are still unprepared?” Ayrin continued in a dazed manner, “But the tournament still hasn’t ended yet…”
“I don’t know, but I’m certain we will find out when we reach the meeting. Let’s go,” Morgan quietly said with a sigh.
The closer the group got to the Sacred Tower in the center of Eichemalar, the more shocked the group became as they encountered and passed by more and more arcane teams from the Kingdom of Doa who were also heading in the same direction.
“Ayrin!”
Ayrin suddenly heard his name warmly called out from behind him.
“Teacher Ciaran, Teacher Minlur?”
When Ayrin looked in the direction the sound came from, he immediately spotted two familiar figures. He couldn’t help but cry out in excitement before running towards them.
“Teacher Ciaran, Teacher Minlur! How come you two have come?!”
“Teacher Ciaran, have you completely recovered from your injuries?”
Ayrin continuously cried out as he moved towards Ciaran and Minlur.
Ciaran slightly smiled as she looked at Ayrin.
Although several months had passed since their last meeting, Ayrin still looked exactly the same. However, he had already undergone an explosive growth and become someone strong enough to fight against other arcane masters.
“Ayrin, you’re looking good!”
Minlur laughed loudly as he took a shot at Ayrin’s chest and then mussed Ayrin’s already messy hair, “You have managed to reach the top four! You’ve surpassed my expectations.”
“What are you saying?! Teacher Minlur, we are going to be the national champions!” Ayrin replied with some annoyance.
“Ha ha.”
Minlur roared with laughter as he looked around and said, “How come there is only you? Where’s Chris and the others?”