"Aren't you giving me a little too much credit?"
[A group of adventurers intercepted mercenaries disguised as bandits and found a prism that sustained the Aether Barrier in their possession.]
It was not difficult to get a brief account of what had happened from Stella.
Given her reserves of spell slots, the third-ring [Message Spell] amounted to two minutes of talk time followed by five hours of charging—she simply could not usually be bothered to chat.
Had the Southern Great Wall's immediate interests not been involved, she probably would not have thought to seek out Tang Qi herself.
Just as she could not be bothered now to explain which adventurers had taken the Aether Prism, or where he was supposed to wait for them—
Apparently, Dreamwalkers had prophetic dreams. Perhaps that meant they were destined to meet in the future?
"Having me investigate the truth—I can't guarantee I'll manage it, but I was going to take a look around the Southern Great Wall anyway.
"But asking me to repair the Aether Prism? How is that any different from asking me to pilot the Conch Ships out from the bottom of Deepwell?"
It was like an adventurer chopping wood a thousand times, only for someone to hand him a book and tell him there was a research problem involving the development of brain neurons waiting for him to solve. "Those aren't even remotely the same field!"
"Give it to Eve Edel. She created the one thousand and one Aether Prisms. Only she can repair this prism."
Following her directions, Tang Qi turned to look at Yiwu, who was sleeping soundly beside him.
The little dragon lay on a pile of straw, smacking its lips, with a bubble occasionally emerging from its nostrils.
"Where exactly is Eve Edel supposed to be?" Tang