Elder Blood or Child of Miracle

The next day.

"Is there something Senne hasn't mentioned?"

Standing in the northwest corner of the academy, in front of the solitary, Pure White Tower, Miguel scratched his sparsely haired forehead in confusion.

In Ban Ade, it's not surprising that every hired wizard has their own tower.

However, there are differences between towers.

Just as in Ad Kale, the roofs of all buildings must not be higher than the palace.

At Ban Ade Academy, apart from the Dean, all male wizards are nominally equal in status.

However, there is an unspoken but widely accepted unwritten rule in the construction of wizarding towers: the number of floors in a tower is closely related to the owner's achievements and status in the wizarding world.

The six-story Star Tower of Henri Gedimidis.

The five-story Elemental Tower of Senne.

Miguel's own three-story Ritual Tower.

"The fifth floor..." Miguel scratched his chin, "Either this mysterious newcomer is so arrogant that he looks down on everyone, or the Dean really sees Vilgefortz as the successor to the top five Conclave of Sorcerers ..."

"Vilgefortz of Logiwen..."

He frowned, muttered the bride's name again, and walked towards the tower. "Why have I never heard of this name before?"

When Miguel knocked on the door of the pure white Sorcerer's Tower and it opened, he was stunned once again.

A beautiful and graceful young woman opened the exquisitely carved Blackwood Tower Door.

Ban Ade is a male wizarding academy, but for various reasons, the Sorcerer's Tower for adult wizards is not actually lacking in women.

Without discussing the differences between men and women in certain divisions of labor.

Wizards are not strictly disciplined monks; they have desires from time to time that need to be satisfied.

therefore.

What surprised Miguel was not gender, but identity.

The girl was not an ordinary person.

She is a Sorceress, and a rather high-ranking Sorceress at that.

Feeling the surging magic before him, Miguel subconsciously tilted his head, unsure. "You... you are... Vilgefortz?"

"Hehehe~" The girl covered her mouth and laughed gracefully.

Even the bright morning light paled in comparison at this moment.

I was momentarily distracted.

Miguel noticed the oil paint on her hands; the girl must have been painting before he opened the door.

"Excuse me," the girl noticed the wizard's gaze and placed her hands in front of her abdomen. "Vigor is upstairs. Please come with me."

Isn't she Vilgefortz?

Watching the girl in front of him gracefully lead the way like a maid, Miguel felt extremely unreal.

Is this Sorceress with such a poetic and extraordinary temperament really one of those arrogant and short-tempered sorceresses?

"Cliff, who exactly is this Vilgefortz?"

Miguel couldn't quite articulate his emotions. He instinctively smoothed the few hairs on his head and followed her, walking slowly and deliberately, through the tower.

Silk, oil paintings, flowers, wood carvings...

The pure white tower was unlike any other tower Miguel had visited before, which was filled with the organs and viscera of various monsters and the bones and blood of humans.

Rather than calling it a wizard's tower, it's more like a gallery for an art-loving nobleman.

The tranquil environment and the subtle woody fragrance gradually calmed Miguel, who had just returned from the Banla Mill and was filled with anger and impatience at being tricked.

"We've arrived," the girl whispered.

They stopped in Metal Door on the second floor, the door engraved with Magic Array.

"... Virs... Ley... Fow..."

Miguel, a master of rituals, easily discerned the Magic Array's effect: extremely effective shielding against magical fluctuations, vibrations, and sounds.

A Magic Training Room.

This is common in wizard towers, but it's rare to see Magic Array with an enhanced effect.

"Bite--"

After smiling and greeting Miguel, the girl rang the iron bell beside the door, and the Magic Array on the Metal Door lit up instantly.

A short while later.

"Please come in," a gentle male voice came from the doorway.

The girl then pulled on the iron gate and whispered a reminder: "Please shrink your senses."

Miguel was somewhat puzzled, but he still followed the host's lead and withdrew his outward senses.

The next second.

He now understood why the girl had given him that reminder.

"Long~"

The moment the door swung open, a powerful, restless magic stirred up a fierce gust of wind that rushed towards us.

The four elements of magic—red, blue, cyan, and brown—shimmered mesmerizingly within the doorway, like the aurora borealis in the far north.

If it weren't for the girl's reminder...

Caught off guard, such a turbulent surge of magic, while unlikely to seriously injure Miguel, will certainly have a significant impact.

Once the turbulent elemental fluctuations subsided slightly, Miguel quickly peered out.

A man dressed in Black Sorcerer Star Robe met Miguel's gaze and smiled apologetically.

"Feel sorry..."

He is Vilgefortz!

With just one glance, Miguel immediately understood...

The reason why Vilgefortz's Sorcerer's Tower has five floors is definitely not because he was so arrogant and conceited.

Not only because Logiwen's Vilgefortz is tall and strong, handsome and noble, and has a sincere and earnest voice.

It is also because of the natural elements around it that are as docile as servants, as devoted as the most loyal lovers, allowing Vigoforts to manipulate them.

He had only ever seen this kind of Elemental Affinity and control in Dean Henry Gedimidis.

As is widely known, Hen Gedimidis possesses a powerful identity rarely seen in the world...

The Source of Magic!

Moreover, it is a source of magic that allows one to freely control one's own talents.

Miguel suppressed his facial expression to avoid losing his composure, but inwardly he was screaming with amazement.

"By Cliff..."

"Is this what Senne calls 'strong in real combat'? Could Senne even beat Vilgefortz himself?"

Every wizard knows this.

The same spell cast by an ordinary sorcerer and a spell cast by a demonic source are completely different in terms of casting speed, spell power, and damage range.

The Magic Training grounds were not the place to discuss matters. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Vilgefortz led Miguel to the study, which was not far away.

In addition to silk, oil paintings, flowers, and wood carvings.

Like Hen Gedimidis, who is also a source of magic, Vilgefortz's study also has a vast collection of books.

Besides the bookshelves being piled high with books, even the floor was covered with thick, towering scrolls. Many of the pages looked yellowed, and some even had very special materials and colors, clearly indicating that they were old books.

Although there are many books scattered throughout the study, it is surprisingly tidy and well-organized.

Some of the open books on the pile actually give the study a unique intellectual charm.

"Where did Vilgefortz get so many books?" Miguel looked around the study, puzzled.

However, this was only at first glance; he was preoccupied with other matters and didn't look at it much longer.

After settling down in a chair with a soft cushion, he brought up the important matter with Vilgefortz.

"A Witcher?" Vilgefortz asked, sitting in a high-backed chair, after hearing Miguel's purpose.

"Yes," Miguel nodded, thanking the girl who poured him the drink. "The Nine Witchers of the School of the Wolf, Senne recognized the leader as the Witcher Master Vesemir. Vesemir is usually accompanied by Ailin ..."

"Ailin?" Vilgefortz took a sip of his fine red wine with interest and interrupted gently, "Is that the little guy who was Ennoblement in Arland, became the youngest Witcher Master in Ban Ade, and is also known as the Blue Death?"

Miguel's expression was rather unpleasant.

That Witcher named Ailin, whether he became Witcher Master or earned the nickname "Blue Death," it was all because he stepped on Ben Ade's face.

Moreover, Wiggins' tone made it sound as if he himself wasn't a wizard from the academy, which was somewhat unpleasant to listen to.

However, considering that he might have only recently arrived at the academy, Miguel nodded. "It's him."

"However, not many people know about the knighthood bestowed upon him."

Vilgefortz chuckled twice, "Three weeks ago, when the invitation from Hen Gedimidis arrived, I was at an Ancient Elven Burial Ground."

"The burial ground is in Temeria, not far from Arland."

An ancient elven burial ground... Is Vilgefortz researching Ancient Elven Magic... or Ancient Elven Alchemy...?

That's true...

Those elves are indeed the most adept at developing Source Talent.

Miguel's image of Vilgefortz became even more vivid in his mind. "Then this matter..."

"I share the same interests as Lord Senne, so it's impossible for me to refuse such a small matter. However..." Vilgefortz paused, "I wonder if Senne prefers to be captured alive, or..."

Upon hearing this, Miguel hesitated for a moment.

Senne didn't actually mention that.

Or rather, considering the strength of a seasoned Witcher Master, a mediocre newcomer Witcher Master, and seven wandering Witcher apprentices who looked like members of the School of the Wolf, even Senne wouldn't dare say he could capture them alive.

Vilgefortz spoke with such ease that it was as if the witchers were foolish and harmless hares on the On the Blue Mountains, who would jump into the cage on their own once a trap was set.

However, considering his identity as a demonic source, it might not be impossible for him.

"Uh... well... let's try to capture him alive," Miguel said. "If possible, at least capture that Ailin. We're all very interested in this very troublesome little thing."

"Don't worry," Vilgefortz smiled faintly, "I will capture them all alive."

Miguel paused for a moment, but did not refute.

He pulled a sealed Material Bag from his robes. "This is the blood of the water ghost they killed last night. Can you tell fortunes?"

"I can..." Vigoforts took the Material Bag, "Water Divination, Fire Divination, Viscera Divination ... I come from the Circle of Druids of Couver, those Druid are the best at finding things..."

"That's good... that's good..." Miguel chuckled awkwardly, then stood up. "I still have a task assigned by the dean to do, so I'll leave this to you."

"Don't worry," Vilgefortz also stood up, "I'll be leaving in a bit."

Miguel nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and added:

"By the way, it's best not to let the dean know about this."

"I will."

Seeing Vilgefortz's solemn nod, Miguel had no more doubts. After saying goodbye, he turned and followed the girl out the door.

When they arrived, they were not paying attention, but when they left, they were completely confident because of Vilgefortz ' strength.

With his mind at ease, Miguel began to carefully examine the collection of books belonging to the second source of magic he had encountered in his long life— Vilgefortz.

exactly.

Several books were spread out on a pile of books beside the aisle.

Out of curiosity about the source of the demon, he glanced at it a few times as he passed by.

One book appears to be the family genealogy of the King of Temeria, except that the one circled is Queen "Reanlon," the wife of King of Temeria Gedymar of Temuria...

The book's pages were old and yellowed, written in Elder Speech. Miguel glanced at it but couldn't decipher anything.

However, on the pages of this old book, there was also a handwritten piece of Chiffon Paper, which appeared to be a translation made by Vilgefortz himself.

"Know that the Time of Sword and Axe is near; it will be the Era of the Cold Wolf and Blizzard..."

"The Time of White Frost and White Light is coming, an Era of Madness and Contempt: Tedd Deireddh, the Final Age..."

"The world will Die in Frost and Reborn Under the New Sun..."

"That was also the time when the seeds sown by Hen Ichaer— the Elder Blood —were reborn..."

"This seems to be the Ithlinne's Prophecy, but..." Miguel paused, puzzled. "Shouldn't the ' Reborn Under the New Sun ' be followed by the section on the Child of Miracle?"

"Elder Blood... what is that..."

Curiosity got the better of Miguel, and he wanted to turn back and ask, but then he remembered that Senne was still helping him hold off the other ritual wizards.

After thinking for a moment, he hesitated for a moment, then finally left.

"Never mind, I'll come back and ask after I finish the dean's task..." he thought to himself.

As Miguel's footsteps faded into the distance, Vilgefortz withdrew his gentle smile, as if it were merely a mask.

"Da da da~"

Her long, slender, fair index finger gently tapped the Chiffon Paper on the table.

Vilgefortz spread out the fallen Chiffon Paper.

"Lydia..."

"I'm here," the wizard called out, just as the girl returned after seeing Miguel off.

"Let's put aside the artifacts unearthed from the Galadriel's Ancient Elven Tomb for now."

"Go find those witchers?" The girl gazed at Vilgefortz, her eyes filled with love.

However, Vilgefortz seemed oblivious to the earnest gaze, nodding slightly with a blank expression before staring intently at the Chiffon Paper on the table.

On both sides of the Chiffon Paper, many Elder Speech were copied in elegant Noble Cursive.

Most of the sentences are the same, with only some words differing.

These words were also underlined and marked with symbols.

If Miguel were still here, he would have discovered that the Ithlinne's Prophecy were written on both sides of the Chiffon Paper.

The underlined parts all emphasize two core concepts...

"Elder Blood ... Child of Miracle ..." Vilgefortz murmured absentmindedly, "Why would Ithlinne make two different prophecies?"

"What exactly did she see during her prophecy?"