Francesca drank the magic potion handed over by Tissaia, and some color finally returned to her pale complexion. She opened her mouth, but then looked around hesitantly.
Tissaia immediately understood and announced loudly, "Today's meeting ends here. Everyone except the twelve members will leave immediately!"
A sigh of disappointment suddenly sounded in the meeting hall. The warlocks stood up reluctantly, and before leaving, they did not forget to cast an inquiring look at Yavi. Tissaia looked at Francesca: "Do you need to keep this young man?"
The elf sorceress shook her head slightly.
"Vilgefortz," Tissaia turned to the black-haired warlock, "You are responsible for placing Yavi."
Yavi followed Vilgefortz out of the conference hall in a daze, and the thick oak door slowly closed behind them. Tissaia could be vaguely seen waving his staff, and a golden barrier instantly enveloped the entire conference room.
"Senior brother..." Yavi couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Did I... escape?"
An elusive arc appeared at the corner of Vilgefortz's mouth, and his pale face looked particularly deep under the magic light in the corridor. "At least you can still stand here intact." His voice was low and calm, "This is not the place to talk. Go to my residence to talk in detail."
The two walked through the long corridor, and the moonlight filtered through the stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground. Yavi couldn't help but peek at the senior brother next to him - the villain in the original book looked so gentle and elegant at the moment, completely different from the crazy image in his memory.
"Your eyes are very interesting." Vilgefortz suddenly spoke, looking directly at Yavi with unfathomable eyes, "It seems like you have known me for a long time."
Yavi's heart skipped a beat and he quickly looked away. In front of him, a door engraved with complex runes glowed coldly in the moonlight. That was the residence of Vilgefortz.
In the conference hall, twelve high-level warlocks sat in a circle, and the air was so solemn that it almost condensed. Francesca took a sip of the magic potion, and his long golden hair shimmered under the candlelight.
"What I saw... was not a scene of fighting against Wild Hunt." Her voice was as soft as a whisper, but it made everyone hold their breath, "But he was fighting against something more terrifying."
The fingertips of the elven sorceress drew a curtain of magic light in the air, and a blurry image gradually took shape - Yavi in the picture stood shirtless, with his left arm showing a strange red color, as if magma was flowing under his skin. He held a ferocious sword with a beating heart embedded in the center of the sword, and every pulse injected dark red energy into his left arm.
"My Gods..." Peter took a breath of cold air and almost dropped the wine glass in his hand.
The image continued to change: Yavi's left eye turned blood red, and he was surrounded by violent magical energy. Every spell he cast caused drastic changes in the expressions of the warlocks present - the healing light evoked by life magic, the distorted dimensional rifts caused by space magic, and the most frightening time pause produced by time magic.
"This is impossible!" an older warlock shouted, "The power of three supreme laws combined into one? Even the ancient elves..."
Francesca raised his hand to signal for silence. "There is something more terrifying." Yavi in the video suddenly turned around, his blood-red left eye staring directly into the void, as if he had penetrated the barrier of time and looked at everyone present.
"Francesca," Yavi in the video spoke, with a shuddering pressure in his voice, "I know you are spying on me." His eyes swept over everyone present, "Don't interfere with the 'present' me, otherwise... I don't mind going back in time and killing you all."
The image shattered suddenly, and the conference hall fell into deathly silence. Tissaia's staff fell to the ground with a clang, Sicco Jett's fingertips trembled unconsciously, and even Loriess, who had always looked down upon everything, looked pale.
"The most terrifying thing is..." Francesca's voice trembled, "That future Yavi has obviously mastered the ability to travel through time. And we... are probably under his 'observation'."
The air in the conference hall seemed to have solidified. Tissaia's sharp eyes glanced back and forth between Sicco Jett and Loriess: "What did you two... teach him?" Her voice was filled with suppressed anger, "Even us old guys can't master the supreme law, how could he..."
Loriess's silver eyelashes trembled slightly, but his voice was still cold. "Sicco Jett only taught him the basic magic theory. As for me..." Her slender fingers tapped on the table, "I just guided him to master the most basic wind magic. He still can't even fully cast the intermediate wind spell."
Sicco Jett coughed a few times with difficulty, and clutched the armrest tightly with his skinny fingers. "In the battle of Tuck Fortress... that child used Witcher Signs to combine with magic... it was just a trick..."
"Tricks?" Peter suddenly interrupted, his little eyes sparkling, "The fact that he can think of such innovative applications in battle just proves that he is a genius!"
Tissaia nodded thoughtfully and tapped the staff lightly on the ground. "Indeed... if you give him enough time to grow..."
"Are we just going to let it go?" Fringilla interrupted suddenly, with a dangerous light flashing in his emerald eyes, "Act in accordance with that 'future' threat? Who will be responsible for teaching him?"
This question was like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake. Everyone looked at each other, no one dared to answer easily. Sicco Jett stood up tremblingly, his robe hanging empty on his thin body. "Originally... I should have continued to teach... But now..." He looked at his withered fingers with a wry smile, "I'm afraid my physical condition is not up to the task..."
"So you are going to let Vilgefortz take over?" Tissaia keenly captured the key.
Sicco Jett nodded, a trace of worry flashed in his cloudy eyes. "But the current situation... let Vilgo come into contact with such a... special student..."
Peter suddenly burst out in anger. "Why don't you let me do it! I'm the best at teaching such thorny students!"
"Only your half-assed magic skills?" Loriess glanced at him coldly, Peter sat down reluctantly, muttering something in a low voice.
The conference hall fell into silence again. Outside the window, a dead leaf gently tapped the stained glass, making a slight sound. Everyone realized that their decision at this moment was probably being watched by some future being...
Francesca's voice broke the silence. "Let me be his mentor."
This suggestion stunned everyone present.