Mage Manual
Chapter 473 - 389 Igula’s Worth

Chapter 473: Chapter 389 Igula’s Worth

Just when Ash was almost persuaded, he suddenly became alert, "Wait, Anfeier, are you a negotiator sent by Yvalin?"

"Close call, you almost had me convinced. You have quite the gift of gab. Which Magic Faction do you belong to? The Spirit Faction? Dominion Faction? Does that mean my thoughts have already been secretly tainted by a Miracle? No wonder you approached me, everything was premeditated!"

"How despicable! You minion of Belladett, helping a tyrant, please spare my life!"

"... Mr. Ash, you really are an interesting person," giggled Anfeier. "However, I wouldn’t recommend that you stay in Mongfera."

"Why?"

"Because, judging from the previous two rankings, Mr. Ash, you are a man with grand ambitions. You will definitely become a Legendary Mage, etching your mark deeply into both history and the Void Realm. Belladett cannot foresee your future, and Mongfera is just a paradise for the ordinary; you are destined for a grander stage."

"I will continue to follow you in the Gospel Book," Anfeier clenched her fists and cheered on, "You’re the first person I know who has shown up in the Weaving Festival. Though I don’t know how much longer you’ll stay here, if you have any trouble you can come to me. I will figure out a way to help you. I look forward to learning more from you!"

Seeing the radiant face of the redhead girl, Ash suddenly felt a bit dazed.

He recalled their first encounters—

Igula, who wanted to slaughter him at first sight;

Harvey, who spoke an entire afternoon about his peculiar fetish;

Hanna, who had caught him like a wild animal right from the start;

Qinna, who nearly pierced his ears...

And Anfeier, not only did she engage in a friendly conversation and offer sincere advice, but she also cheered him on, her smile as pure as vanilla.

Thinking about it, Ash couldn’t help but turn his head; Anfeier blinked, "Mr. Ash? What’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing, I just feel somewhat inexplicably moved," Ash sniffled, "I feel that if I keep looking at you, I might start harboring unrealistic fantasies about reality—"

"Anfeier, what are you doing here?" A voice suddenly came from afar down the corridor.

Yvalin quickly approached them, noticing that Ash was staring straight at her. The unpretentious directness of his gaze made her instinctively cover herself, "If you keep ravishing me with your eyes like that, I’ll have to charge you. The starting price is 10,000,000 shell points."

"Ah," Ash sighed, relieved, "Thank you, Yvalin. Seeing the face of scum finally solidifies my crumbling worldview."

"Witch! Believe it or not, I’ll pay the fine first and then hit you?" Yvalin raised her fist threateningly, annoyed. Since Ash had repeatedly been so rude to her in their conversations, she was not about to be warm to his cold dismissiveness, "Anfeier, come with me."

"Yes, sister."

Ash was stunned, "You... are sisters?"

"Yes," nodded Anfeier, quickly explaining, "But Mr. Ash, what I said was from the heart, and there was no deceit... Mr. Ash, why are you crying?"

Ash covered his mouth, his eyes moist as he looked at the two of them.

"I just thought about how all these years, you’ve been persecuted and humiliated by your half-sister, and I couldn’t help but..."

"I am Anfeier’s real sister! We share the same parents!"

"It’s impossible, your hair colors are different!" Ash’s spiritual light flashed, "Wait, could it be—"

Yvalin interrupted his insight, "That is the consequence of a Mage’s Miracle intervention! Our parents specifically selected the best genetic information for us!"

"But it’s still not possible. Your inner worlds are so different. Anfeier is taller, prettier, and has a better personality than you... Oh, I see, the first attempt is always defective, used as a stepping stone, while the second attempt with experience directly produces the successful one!"

"Monster! Anfeier, don’t stop me, I’m going to kill him, he insulted me again by calling me a shorty!"

"Sister, Mr. Ash didn’t say you’re short... By the way, didn’t you have something to discuss with me? Let’s get going!"

Watching Anfeier hurry off with Yvalin, Ash was about to resume work when he faintly heard the name Igula from afar.

Just a moment ago, he had merely mentioned Yvalin not being as tall as Anfeier, igniting this shorty’s fuse. Igula had ruthlessly outplayed Yvalin at noon, and Ash wondered how Yvalin would deal with the Swindler.

Worried, Ash summoned a Substitute to carry him and followed them. After all, he was burdened with the heavy punishments inflicted by Yvalin, making running exhausting.

Incidentally, the reason Ash didn’t let the Substitute do his work was because Yvalin had long sealed this loophole—her work required "true human handiwork," the reason being, "only intelligent beings can provide the most appropriate services."

At most, Ash and his kind could use Technique Spirits’ Miracles to enhance their bodies, but they couldn’t let the Technique Spirits’ Miracles replace them in their work, otherwise, it would be judged as "low-quality completion of work" → "exploitation of Belladett," which was prohibitive.

Although letting a Substitute carry him drew one hundred percent turning heads, the servants merely glanced at Ash and continued their diligent work as if they were polishing ancient Divine Artifacts like those of the Angel Alliance’s Dragon Lords—even if it was just ordinary cleaning, they showed no annoyance and could even be said to love their jobs.

"Seriously working, joyously playing, comfortably vacationing, carefree for life..." Many thoughts crossed Ash’s mind.

Yvalin and Anfeier hadn’t gone anywhere secretive but rather to the central courtyard on the second floor. Ash trailed them from a distance, grateful for the garden’s thick vegetation which was almost like a maze, ensuring he wouldn’t be spotted.

Hidden behind the bushes and walls, Ash heard the sound of someone sitting down, then Yvalin said, "This is my sister, Anfeier; this is Igula Bokin, a companion of the Necromancer."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Bokin."

"Just call me Igula, pleased to meet you, Miss Anfeier."

Yvalin said, "Bokin, didn’t you just say that you were unwilling to join me because you wouldn’t sign any Contract with me?"

"Yes," Igula said. "Your family’s Angel ancestors left you a treasure concerning Contracts, and I don’t believe my limited knowledge can compare to an Angel’s arrangements—I’m not Harvey, and the Angel traps from 900 years ago still pose a significant threat to me."

"So, I am now offering you another, better choice," Yvalin said. "This is my sister, Anfeier Belladett."

Ash blinked—hadn’t she just introduced her moments ago? Was this shorty suffering from dementia?

"Her child will be the next Family Head of Belladett, the master of Mongfera."

"If you can make her fall in love with you, the Belladetts will invest everything in you, not only helping you break Hanna’s Contract but also securing you a place on the Weaving Festival’s stage to compete for the All-knowing Weaver’s wish!"

"We might even find a way to control Hanna and use the Doran family’s legacy for our benefit! Aren’t you afraid of the Dominion Faction? But what if the Dominion Faction was at your disposal? What if you could... wield our Belladett’s Dominion Miracle?"

"Igula Bokin, this is the deal I propose to you, and the value I believe you hold," Yvalin’s voice was now more seductive than any salesperson’s, "Doesn’t this spark your desire for an impulse purchase?"