Mel's Recipe, Astronomy Society, Pleased to Meet You All

This selection trial, which covers all wizarding forces, large and small, within the entire Destiny Empire, will certainly not lack opponents.

Of course, Ronan's primary goal was to meet the prophet of the Pendulum of Fate and obtain clues about the Clarity Snake.

"Um?"

As Ronan was thinking, he suddenly noticed that the black Light Chrysalis formed by the [Secret Chrysalis] inside his body seemed to have become slightly larger than before, and some faint purple patterns had appeared on the surface of the Light Chrysalis.

"Now I'm truly not far from being fully mature."

Ronan pondered, "It seems that the transformation of the physical body has accelerated the maturation of the [Secret Chrysalis]."

This is good news.

The Communication Crystal suddenly emitted a flickering light, and Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.

In the Lost Land, the signal from the Communication Crystal is extremely unstable, often resulting in signal loss or delay, thus requiring special communication tools.

It's quite rare for the Communication Crystal, a standard accessory for wizards of the Spirit Lake, to actually receive messages.

He casually waved his hand, captured the Communication Crystal, and opened it to view the information.

The message was discovered to have originated from Hathaway.

After reading Hathaway's message, Ronan's expression immediately turned strange, a hint of surprise showing in his eyes.

Hathaway actually said in the news—

She has found the way to the Quivada Oasis! The top of the waterway, covered in dark moss, is illuminated by an ancient, diamond-shaped Illumination Crystal with a tranquil, pale blue light.

Some unidentified mosquitoes danced in the light, while azure Elemental Lifeform forms, radiating intense energy fluctuations, patrolled the area repeatedly like loyal guards.

In this relatively peaceful and serene center, a semi-transparent energy shield was set up. Ronan sat on a velvet sofa chair, with Hathaway dressed as a cook beside him.

Hathaway wore a dark blue apron with white lace trim, over which she wore a simple silk undergarment, revealing her slender arms and long, straight legs.

Hathaway crouched down and naturally began to gently tap Ronan's calves with her two small fists, while looking at Ronan with eager eyes, as if she really wanted Ronan to do something.

Ronan succumbed to Hathaway's "offensive" and finally reached out to pick up a piece from a plate of steaming pies on the coffee table in front of him.

As soon as he returned, Hathaway expressed a strong desire to cook for him herself. During the time she was separated from Ronan, she seemed to have become more and more immersed in the role of "maid," with her mind full of ideas on how to better please her master, Ronan.

Ronan had doubts about Hathaway's cooking skills, but looking at the pie in his hand, which was baked to a slightly golden brown, the aroma was a little strange, but not completely inedible.

And with Hathaway's expression a mixture of nervousness and intense anticipation, he finally put it in his mouth and took a bite.

The golden-brown pie was missing a piece, and Ronan's slow chewing motion seemed to Hathaway the most joyful, fulfilling, and satisfying scene in the world.

Her beautiful eyes immediately turned into two crescent moons, smilingly drooping down as she happily hugged Ronan's legs even tighter.

After a few breaths, Ronan stopped chewing and stared at the pie in his hand, lost in thought.

"Hathaway".

"I'm here, Master~"

Why put a live frog in a baked pie?

"Ah?"

Hathaway stood up quickly, somewhat surprised. "Don't you like it?"

This is Grandma's proudest Frog Pie; almost every one of her husbands raved about it.

Ronan pursed his lips, shook his head, put the still slightly twitching pie back on the plate, and said, "Never mind."

Let's talk about the Quivada Oasis...

Hathaway stopped herself from reaching for the pie to taste it, her pretty face slightly serious as she nodded solemnly.

After a series of battles in the Ancient Waterway, Hathaway has developed a more decisive and capable demeanor, making her almost unrecognizable compared to her former spoiled and willful young lady.

"... I encountered a group of wizards from the 'Astronomy Society' inside the waterway ruins."

They had a partial map of the waterway, marked with the entrance to the Quivada Oasis.

"Astronomy Society?"

Ronan kept repeating the name.

"A wizarding organization that could barely be considered large, with mediocre Spell Inheritance, but they are very knowledgeable in astrology."

Hathaway explained.

Ronan nodded. "They proactively revealed information about the Quivada Oasis to you, it seems, because of your strength?"

"To be precise, it's my identity."

Hathaway blinked and said helplessly, "They have maps, but they don't have the ability to get through the waterways to the entrance, so they need to cooperate with others."

The name "Spirit Lake" is quite effective outside, but they don't know that there are only two of us.

"How many of them are there in total? What is their strength?"

"Five of them, all level four, one of them is in the late stage of level four. I don't know which one of them has the map."

Ronan glanced at Hathaway, who pursed her lips. Clearly, Hathaway had considered directly seizing the map, which was consistent with her usual style of doing things.

Where are they now?

Ronan asked again.

"Have no idea."

Hathaway shook her head. "But they left me a communication tool."

"Contact them."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. "We've already wasted enough time here."

"Um."

Hathaway nodded, sensing Ronan's intention to end the conversation. She glanced at the pies on the coffee table, thought for a moment, and quickly said, "I'll go make another batch. Grandma taught me how to make Sparrow Pie. Sparrows aren't easy to find here, but I can try using bats instead."

"Is it alive too?"

"Of course, that's the real essence of Mel's Recipe."

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Ronan was silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Hathaway".

"Um?"

Hathaway, holding a plate of pies, winked at Ronan.

Ronan let out a soft sigh and leaned back on the sofa, feeling somewhat powerless.

"Forget about those damn recipes Madam Mel taught you."

Inside the dim and damp waterway, a figure was squatting on the ground, fiddling with something below.

"Alright."

As a sound rang out, a light burst forth from the darkness, illuminating a small area around them.

The two young wizards, a man and a woman, relaxed considerably when they saw the beams of light hanging down from above.

The figure that had been crouching in the corner walked towards them; it was a short, somewhat thin, gray-haired young man.

All three wore pure white robes printed with crescent moon, full moon, and star trail patterns.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The two young wizards, a man and a woman, both smiled at the gray-haired youth, who simply shook his head.

The three of them stayed together and waited quietly for a while.

Soon, a soft footstep sounded from somewhere in the darkness, and two more young figures walked into the light, one after the other.

The leader was a handsome man with black hair and a calm demeanor. As soon as he appeared, the three people present all showed expressions of joy and relaxation, as if they had suddenly found their leader.

"Ai Wen".

The three greeted the Black-Haired Man, who nodded slightly and said, "The monsters roaming the surrounding waterways have been mostly cleared out by me and Fu Ge, so this place is safe for now."

As he spoke, the Black-Haired Man glanced around, then frowned slightly and asked, "Have the people from the Deep Sea of Spirit Lake not arrived yet?"

The three shook their heads, about to speak, when suddenly a slightly cold, delicate female voice came from afar.

"Since they need our help, shouldn't we wait?"

All five people present turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

From the bright edges of the Illumination Crystal, in the misty blackness, a tall figure, its entire body faintly glowing, slowly emerged.

She is an extremely beautiful woman.

She has long, smooth, and radiant golden hair like the morning sun, lake-green eyes, and lips the color of roses. She wears an exquisite, deep blue women's robe with a high slit, holds a staff, and has a circle of ice-crystal-like gems inlaid on the sleeve edges. Combined with the powerful aura of a late-stage level four wizard that she naturally exudes, she has an indescribable noble and aloof temperament.

The male wizards on the field stared wide-eyed at the woman after she appeared.

The woman made no attempt to hide her contempt and disgust towards the men.

The Black-Haired Man leading the Astronomy Society coughed lightly, pulling his companions back from their brief lapse in composure, before politely bowing to the woman.

"Miss Hathaway, I don't know."

"I will contact you, which means I have accepted your offer."

Before Ai Wen, a late-stage fourth-level wizard from the Astronomy Society, could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the woman in a cold tone.

She slightly moved aside to make room, then turned her body slightly to the side, and facing something behind her, she called out in a low voice, with a respectful yet eager expression, "Master~"

This title caused all the wizards in the Astronomy Society, including Ai Wen, to pause in surprise.

They had all witnessed Hathaway's strength during their last meeting, and coupled with her outstanding appearance, it was hard to imagine that such an excellent woman could be so thoroughly "tamed," with her noble lips uttering the title "master."

For a moment, a feeling bordering on jealousy unconsciously arose in the hearts of the group.

However, as the people behind Hathaway slowly walked out, her jealousy vanished in an instant.

Even Ai Wen, the most handsome among them, felt a deep sense of inferiority upon seeing the newcomer.

This was a tall, handsome young man.

He wore a deep blue, precious robe similar to Hathaway's, bearing the insignia of the Spirit Lake Deep Sea. A blue-gold Crystal Crown adorned his forehead, as if he were born with a halo, and his appearance naturally made the surrounding area bright and radiant.

The man wearing Crystal Crown walked up to the group and bowed with a composed yet elegant demeanor. He then smiled and said softly, "Spirit Lake, Deep Sea, Misha."

It's a pleasure to see everyone from the Astronomy Society.