Wizard Laura had no idea that Saulâs mention of âbad luckâ was actually meant for others to hear.
She nodded understandingly. âYes, honestly speaking, which instructor here doesnât lack a bit of luck?â
First-rank wizards who served as instructors here for long periods certainly had solid fundamentals, but definitely had problems with advancement.
Otherwise, how could these wizards who pursued power and knowledge truly be content teaching a group of apprentices?
Laura wanted to comfort Saul, but he was already preparing to leave.
At this moment, a voice called out from behind, stopping Saul.
âInstructor Saul!â
Saul turned around and saw Nathan jogging over.
Seeing it was Nathan, Laura glanced at Saul again, refreshing her impression of him for the second time.
âIâll head back first.â Knowing Nathan probably wanted to ask Saul questions, she took the initiative to leave.
Saul watched Wizard Laura depart, then crossed his arms and looked at Nathan with an ambiguous smile. âAre you wanting to ask me how to improve your locator?â
Nathan opened his mouth.
Saul was rightâthat was exactly the question heâd come to ask.
Nathan had long ago discovered the problems emerging in himself.
Although he could force advancement, becoming a first-rank wizard that way would leave him in a very unstable state.
So he had been suppressing himself while seeking a solution.
He had even resorted to using the white porcelain cat again.
Although he was the true owner of the white porcelain cat, he rarely relied on it.
Up until now, Nathan had only used the white porcelain cat twice.
Once when selecting his locator.
The other time was yesterday, when he discovered he was already being controlled in reverse by his locator but couldnât find a solution no matter what.
Looking at Nathan, who didnât know what to say, Saul didnât actively approach him.
He turned around, actually intending to leave directly.
âI said before that answers canât replace your thinking process. If youâre here to directly seek answers, my response is that I wonât tell you.â
Seeing Saul was really about to leave, Nathan hurried forward and lowered his voice. âInstructor, Iâve really been thinking about this for a long timeâalmost half a year. Actually, I could have attempted advancement half a year ago, but because my locatorâs state was unstable, Iâve been delaying until now.â
Saul continued walking forward with an expression of âwhat does that have to do with me.â
Nathan couldnât help but reach forward to grab Saulâs sleeve.
Feeling the resistance on his arm, Saulâs face turned cold as he looked down at Nathanâs hand.
âDonât want your hand anymore? Or donât want your life?â
Nathanâs mind suddenly echoed with Saulâs conversation with Wizard Laura, and he quickly spoke before Saul could actually act, âInstructor, do you think a personâs luck can increase out of thin air?â
Saul stopped walking, though his expression didnât improve. âLuck? Maybe, but thatâs not knowledge you can researchâeven I canât reach that level.â
Nathan spoke again, now using secret speech technique.
âThough this is presumptuous, Instructor Saul, have you heard of âthe catâs gratitudeâ?â
Here it comes!
Saulâs expression shifted slightly as he said, half-truthfully, âYou⊠have one?â
Nathan looked around. âInstructor, letâs change locations.â
Ten minutes later, the two arrived at a private booth in a tavern.
This place only served formal wizards, so Nathan could only enter by following Saul.
The booth walls had the most basic isolation magic formations, ensuring ordinary people couldnât eavesdrop on conversations inside.
Even so, Nathan and Saul still used secret speech technique when communicating.
âInstructor, where did you hear about it?â
Saul seemed somewhat displeased but still answered him.
âOn the airship coming here. I witnessed it once but couldnât get my hands on it.â
Nathan pressed his lips together. Saul could sense his spiritual body becoming much more relaxed.
âI do indeed have one. To be honest, I bought it from an out-of-town merchant and spent a large sum of money. But it really is useful.â
Saul finally sat up straight.
âYou have one? Give it to me!â
Nathan seemed startled by Saulâs directness, appearing restless.
âInstructor Saul, please donât be hasty. The catâs gratitude canât be forcibly taken, or it will actively run away.â
Saul leaned back with a smile tugging at his lips. âWho said I was going to steal it? Whatever you paid, Iâll give you double!â
Seeing Saulâs aggressive yet greedy expression, Nathan actually breathed a sigh of relief.
âI donât want money, Instructor Saul.â
Saul nodded with understanding. âYou want me to help you modify your locator?â
Saul tapped his cheek with his index finger, considering the reliability of the other partyâs words.
âIf youâre lying to me, Iâll kill you immediately.â
Nathan nodded repeatedly. âI can sign a fairy contract with you.â
âNo need.â Saul didnât want the white porcelain cat to become entangled with fairy contracts.
To avoid bringing unknown influences.
He stood up. âAfter my next class ends, come wait for me here again. Bring your cat.â
Nathan smiled happily and nodded quickly.
âNow, close your eyes and take a nap.â
The other party froze, his smile nearly freezing on his face.
âI want to carefully examine your locator again to determine the modification plan. Iâll formally modify it for you during our next meeting.â
Saul glanced at Nathan and nearly rolled his eyes.
âŠ
That evening, Saul returned to the inn again.
Kate had followed Saul the entire way and jumped into Saulâs room through the outer wall.
âLord Saul, did you find that white porcelain cat?â
Saul shook his head. âI didnât see any anomalies in Nathanâs dreamscape either. The white porcelain cat didnât even appear in his dreams.â
Saul was somewhat worried that Nathan also wasnât the final owner of the white porcelain cat. Although he could continue following leads from Nathan.
But that would be too time-consuming.
In a few days, he still needed to visit the White Glass Palace and couldnât return empty-handed.
âNathan told me he obtained the white porcelain cat from a merchant on an airship. The merchant was very likely Mike.â
At this point, Agu in the diary spoke up.
[Master, do you think Nathan might already know about the merchantâs death? After all, he knows the attendant on the airship.]
Aguâs words reminded Saul.
âRight, he might already know about the merchantâs death, so he chose to push the white porcelain catâs origin onto the merchant. After all, thereâs no way to verify it now that heâs dead.â
Saul smiled. âThis actually proves even more that heâs the source of the white porcelain cat.â
Deliberately mentioning the merchant who was indeed connected to the white porcelain cat, combined with the attendantâs dream of âgetting goodsâ from Nathan, already confirmed that the other party was deeply entangled with the white porcelain cat.
[Ah! Brother Saul, youâre both such good actors! Why donât you really take him as an apprentice so your acting skills donât go to waste? HeheâŠ]
Penny snickered in the diary.
âTch!â Saul gave Penny a genuine eye roll.
Three days later, Saul completed his substitute teaching assignment once again.
When class ended, the third-level wizard apprentices in the classroom were already looking at him with admiring gazes.
Although the knowledge Saul taught didnât exceed what a first-rank wizard should know, his understanding of knowledge reached depths that other instructors had never touched.
After class, Saul still chatted briefly with Wizard Laura at the door, and only bid farewell after seeing Nathan emerge from the lecture hall.
Ten minutes later, the two met again in the same tavern booth.
After closing the door, Nathan stepped forward and directly placed a small cloth bag on the table.
Saul glanced at Nathan and raised his hand to untie the string on the bag.
The bag opened, revealing the white porcelain cat inside.
A pair of eyes painted red with paint looked directly at Saul.
(End of Chapter)
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