Is There Still Time?

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Only then did Dole understand why everyone wore those expressions whenever Vasili entered a research state. He truly ignored everything else.

So many orders had been issued just days ago, and now the responses were coming back one after another, yet no one could find Vasili. He never replied to messages either, so many reports had been sent to Dole for him to pass along.

Especially from the Imperial Mage Corps—there was an entire pile of correspondence from Shallow Moon Patriarch.

Dole had no choice but to pretend he had not seen them.

His exchange with the two of them this time had brought immense gains. These several new magic runes happened to make up for some of his shortcomings in spatial teleportation, greatly reducing the cost. Until now, transmitting messages and objects had always consumed an enormous amount of power.

When he upgraded the wizard tower this time, adding these magic runes would greatly reduce some of its consumption. That was a good thing for him.

However, understanding spatial magic runes was not something he could thoroughly research in a short time. He still needed a little more time.

But time soon ceased to wait for him. The furious Shallow Moon Patriarch personally came into the space and entered their secret little dimension. The moment he appeared, he sent Vasili flying with a slap.

Vasili was still somewhat dazed. Dole's magic runes were simply too powerful. Over the past three days, he had only understood one rune; there were still three he had yet to comprehend.

Shallow Moon Patriarch's slap left him seeing stars, and he had not reacted at all. Once he did, fury immediately rose within him.

But when he saw who it was, Vasili's expression eased slightly.