Above The Sky
Chapter 1075: 142 The Ordinary Siren (1/2)_3

Chapter 1075: Chapter 142 The Ordinary Siren (1/2)_3

“Life does not adhere to form… the soul does not adhere to state.”

The elderly elf murmured softly, reciting the core conclusion from his years of research: “It’s not just elves; all life on Terra can evolve again… reorganize and reenact from the very origin to become more perfect life.”

“But this process transcends the mundane and defies human ethics. Even the Spirit Wisdom Institute cannot delve deeper… Or rather, they’ve already found the part they desired, while what I seek lies further below.”

Indeed.

Glarvie was determined to return to Canaan Moore not for his homeland, not for his family.

If he wished, as a Master Alchemist, he would be welcomed by any country rather than returning as a disgraced spy. Instead, he would be warmly received and retained by The Empire.

Glarvie was resolute in returning because he knew that staying in The Empire offered him no chance to continue his mad research.

In that case, why not return to Canaan Moore, under the guise of continued research, openly establishing a lab while secretly conducting underground experiments… In this era of diplomatic harmony between the two nations, his awkward identity would render him a marginal figure, which is precisely the best outcome.

Moreover… he had returned with that ‘treasure.’

The remnants of that ancient object which prompted the Spirit Wisdom Institute to initiate numerous topics and experiments… Though only a part, to that kind of creature, a part is essentially the whole.

With it, even alone, Glarvie was confident he could continue his research!

“Old sir…” From behind came the cautious voice of a ship’s attendant: “The Siren has detected the wave of a large migration of magical beasts not far away. We may speed up to avoid them, so it could be a bit bumpy…”

“If not necessary, please return to the cabin.”

The Siren is designed as the fleet flagship diplomatic vessel of Canaan Moore, equipped with substantial armaments. Even if ambushed by a magical beast swarm, it would suffer no losses. The captain is a Third Energy Level powerhouse, rumored to have been a Torchbearer, providing reassurance.

But if possible, it’s better to avoid fighting a group of beasts. The ship carries VIPs from Canaan Moore, each to be received with utmost ceremony. Naturally, caution is to be exercised.

“Hmm.”

Glarvie adjusted his collar, acknowledged indifferently, then prepared to return to the cabin.

As he passed through the ship’s corridor, he could faintly hear the sailors’ whispered grumblings.

“Impossible for there to be a magical beast migration on this route, right?”

“Magical beasts aren’t stupid; the foolish ones are already dead. This feels unusual.”

“In any case, prepare for battle.”

Glarvie didn’t mind these conversations; the old man casually passed by a young white-haired scholar, instinctively glanced at him, silently praised him, and then recalled his own younger days, feeling a touch of melancholy.

–He was a quite famous young beauty back then, pursued by countless admirers. Yet his originally promising life was entirely devoted to his country, leading to this outcome…

He shook his head and left.

But the young man with white hair halted his steps, slightly frowned, and gazed at the old man’s silhouette.

“Supernatural creature infestation?”

Ian’s brows furrowed, his eyes lit up with a silver-blue glow, directing his gaze at Glarvie and penetrating layers of iron to peer at a corner of the Siren’s cabin.

The young man thought to himself: “Could this old scholar be related to the thing shining eerily bright in the cabin?”

“At first, I thought the Siren appeared ordinary, but in reality, whether it’s the ship itself or the people aboard, each one possesses exceptional skills, distinguishing themselves…”

“There are quite a few supernatural creatures here.”