This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 191 - 170: The Territory of God

Chapter 191: Chapter 170: The Territory of God

Level 3 Wizard Delatore stared blankly at the door of light that had rapidly become blurry before him, his body beginning to tremble slightly, his raging spiritual power leaking out uncontrollably. It not only made the pale flames on the "candlesticks" flicker, but it also turned the countenances of the Second-level Wizards following him pale.

"Impossible... It can’t be..." The Grey Bone Wizard was particularly panic-stricken since he was the one who had offered the core to Delatore. If anything went wrong, he feared that Delatore would be the first to hold him accountable!

Even if Delatore let him off the hook, let’s not forget the watching Luotu Wizard from the Tower, ready to kick him while he’s down—should the opportunity arise, there was no doubt Luotu Wizard would seize it...

Suddenly, the aura emanating from Delatore calmed down. He donned his black wizard robe again; his aged face showed neither excitement nor any other expression.

"Let’s go back," Delatore said calmly, yet with a kind of oppressive stillness like the calm before a storm, casting a shadow over the Grey Bone Wizard’s heart.

At this moment, the other Second-level Wizards subtly exchanged glances, then slightly bowed their heads, following behind Delatore, afraid to attract trouble to themselves.

And Delatore naturally walked at the front of the group.

However, at this moment, Delatore was not as furious as the other Second-level Wizards had speculated. On the contrary, he even felt a bit of joy.

"When I heard Grey Bone’s description earlier, I was worried that this might just be an ordinary barrier created by a Dawn Wizard or a fake relic. But from the test results just now, it seems the door of light leads to a half-plane created by a Dawn Wizard or an even more powerful Wizard."

"Hmph, hmph, hmph... A most core half-plane of an ancient and powerful Wizard, how could it be so easily obtained?" Delatore thought with utmost calm.

During his long life, he had also explored relics of the Dawn Wizard level with other wizards. On the toughest occasion, it took nearly fifty years and a significant amount of precious materials for four Level 3 Wizards to attempt to breach it. They even lost one Level 3 Wizard in the process, and in the end, all they got were a few tattered pages left behind by the relic’s Lumina Wizard, which held no value beyond collection.

Compared to that, this time the situation was much better. After all, Delatore could be certain that on the other side of the door of light was the half-plane that he dreamt of, and now all he had to do was figure out how to open that door to take this precious half-plane for his own!

As for the little mouse who had "closed the door" of the half-plane before?

In Delatore’s view, these were not problems at all, because if the other party had reached the Level 3 Wizard tier, they would likely have let him into the half-plane and tried to kill or seal him with the power of the half-plane.

Their attitude of closing the door was a show of weakness in itself.

Having determined the value of this relic, Delatore naturally was willing to pay a greater price and use the abundant resources he had accumulated over the years for this matter.

The problem he now needed to solve had become very simple: he needed to figure out how to use the Relic Core in his hand to forcibly "open the door."

"I have to think of a way, even if it costs me all that I’ve saved up over the years, even if I have to spend all the influence I’ve built up, as long as I can take over that half-plane, all the sacrifices will be worth it..." Delatore’s eyes flickered, then he looked down at an ancient ring on his right hand.

"This half-plane might just be the last glimmer of hope bestowed upon me by the Wizard’s will. In the remainder of my life, it’s unlikely that I will come across an opportunity of this level again, nor is it probable that I can create a half-plane out of the void by my own efforts to achieve the status of a Fourth-level Wizard... So, this is actually my last chance, and I must seize it!"

"If it really comes to it, I will go to the Black Ancient Realm and seize the last opportunity to seek the help of that great person..." A ruthless glint flashed in Delatore’s eyes. As a Level 3 Wizard who had lived for eons, he knew very well when to be merciful and when to be ruthless and decisive.

That wasn’t just towards the wizards under his command—it included himself as well.

...

"It seems there’s nothing unusual, huh?" Lucien frowned slightly as he looked at Carly’s wrist, where the Cloud Country mark had returned to normal.

Then, as if a thought struck him, Lucien opened his eyes and began to channel his spiritual power into the identification module bestowed upon him by the system, attempting to conduct a deeper level of inspection and scrutiny of the mark through the module.

A vast amount of spiritual power began to be consumed, and in Lucien’s vision, the mark on Carly’s wrist gradually transformed, becoming a special world floating in the void.

This world appeared a bit peculiar, shaped like a "gourd," composed of two ellipses tightly joined together. But before Lucien could probe further, he felt a fluctuation coming from the distant "gourd."

Hum—

Lucien only felt his consciousness become chaotic under the impact of that "wave," momentarily detaching from the perspective provided by the identification module, and under that same impact, Lucien’s spiritual power began to backlash.

"Cough cough cough..." Lucien clutched his head, experiencing a serious bout of dizziness, his thoughts becoming scrambled to the point where he couldn’t even complete a coherent thought.

"So... powerful... what..."

Lucien clutched his head and, only after a good while, did the chaos from his consciousness begin to subside somewhat. However, his head still throbbed, and his thoughts couldn’t form complete sentences amidst the rumbling, the ideas popping out like single words being flung out in succession.

"Master Lucien!" Carly, seeing Lucien suddenly wilt, panicked. She hurriedly cast a Healing Bloodline Technique to save him, but it didn’t alleviate the onslaught in Lucien’s mind.

"Elf ears, stop wasting your energy. Your master probably saw something, through some means, that he shouldn’t be seeing right now," Count Sanaxis said leisurely, relying on a grape, observing the anxious Carly, and slowly commented.

"You know how to save Master Lucien?" Carly, grasping at straws, looked at the leisurely Count Sanaxis. She didn’t even have time to be annoyed by his smug expression and eagerly inquired.

"Let me think, this situation is complicated, generally, I wouldn’t remember... unless... unless someone is willing to chant my esteemed name. Maybe, just maybe, I’d get excited and remember," Count Sanaxis’s gaze was evasive.

"Your esteemed name?" Carly was puzzled.

"Humph humph humph, my esteemed name is ’the Ancient Traveler between Dreams and Reality, the Great Dominator of the Two-legged Long-haired Monsters, the Absolute Nemesis of the Evil Pointy-Ears’..." Count Sanaxis’s voice was ethereal, as he hugged the grape beneath him like a rocking chair, gently swaying it back and forth.

Carly fell silent for a moment, sensing that this so-called esteemed name was likely just made up by Count Sanaxis to tease her.

However, Carly, after a brief pause, began to softly praise this so-called "esteemed name" as Count Sanaxis had requested, while looking expectantly at the now nodding, seemingly very pleased eyeball.

"Remember anything?" Carly’s gaze was intense.

Count Sanaxis fell silent for a moment, and the grape beneath him stopped swinging.

"Ah? What’s that? Were you talking to me?" Count Sanaxis blinked innocently, looking at Carly with a particularly guiltless expression.

...

Fortunately, the timely improvement of Lucien’s condition cut short Count Sanaxis’s farce.

"Is this the impact brought forth by a high-level wizard..." Lucien held his forehead, his consciousness now mostly clear, yet his spiritual power still vibrated uncontrollably. He couldn’t even muster his spiritual power without feeling a tearing pain as if his soul was being ripped apart.

"Master Lucien..." Carly dropped Count Sanaxis at her hand and ran towards Lucien.

"I’m fine," Lucien waved her off, feeling somewhat better after downing two potions, with the "star" at the heart of his spiritual power calming significantly.

"Two-legged long-haired monster, the fact that your spiritual power hasn’t collapsed is all thanks to your strong foundation. If it were any other Formal Wizard, I would be looking for a new servant right now," Count Sanaxis muttered, but Carly’s murderous gaze quickly made him swallow his words.

"Do you know what that was?" Lucien became curious. He looked at the somewhat wilted Count Sanaxis and asked softly.

Lucien was actually quite curious about this magic pet, which seemed to only know how to fight and lose battles with Carly. However, whether he tried to use the identification function before, or attempted to probe with spiritual power detection, he had not found anything unusual about Count Sanaxis. But given Count Sanaxis’s tone now, maybe he did know some secrets.

"Master Lucien, be careful not to be deceived by this guy!" Carly’s little face puffed up, as she recalled the embarrassing "esteemed name" she had just called out under this despicable creature’s coaxing.

"Cut it out, do you think everyone is like you pointy-ears, using all their energy to grow plants and ears?" Count Sanaxis rolled his eyes humanely, irritating Carly to the point where silver feathers sprang out all over her.

However, soon what Count Sanaxis said diverted Carly and Lucien’s attention.

"That belongs to a divine territory."