Leaving behind these words, Ed disappeared into the library's underground space, leaving behind only a huge vine ball that had been completely disassembled and packaged.
Balund was stunned for a moment, finding the situation somewhat absurd, but since he had already agreed, how could he go back on his word now?
All he could do was wait, and...
The old man, having taken off his gray robe, waved his hand, and the invisible shackles slowly dissipated.
"I... I can speak again?"
[ Do Some Farm Work ], whose microphone had been forcibly muted since arriving in the underground space, suddenly discovered that the infinite-duration debuff in his status bar had disappeared, so he tentatively tried to speak again.
Upon hearing his voice again, the other Soul Returner around him also tried to speak, and sure enough, the restrictions were no longer in place.
"As long as you don't mention what happened here today to the citizens of the Graycast Corridor, your lives will remain no different than before."
Balund looked at the few clumsy young men and said:
"I know this is somewhat offensive, but for the sake of the Graycast Corridor, today's events must be kept secret for the time being."
"As for the temporary period, it will probably be ten years."
As he spoke, he glanced at the elven mage beside him:
"Mr. Nuowa, we still need your help to complete this task."
"It's not a problem."
Nuowa, leaning against the flipped-up wall tiles, smiled and said to Balund in a familiar tone:
Leave it to me.
[ Do Some Farm Work ] was the first to agree with the old man's idea:
We understand your concerns, please rest assured.
"Yes, don't worry, we definitely won't tell anyone."
Other Soul Returner had returned to their homes echoed this sentiment.
Yes, I definitely won't tell anyone.
But only in World of Disorder.
I can at least tell you when I log off, right?
Is it okay if I write it down?
I can't control what I'm typing now, can I?
After mentally muttering a few "lè lè lè lè"s to Balund, [ the Do Some Farm Work ] asked the old man:
What are your plans for the future?
Balund was taken aback by what he heard, then hesitated and shook his head.
He had been preparing for his death for a long time, so why would someone who is about to die think about what to do tomorrow?
[ On the Do Some Farm Work ] Seeing the other person shake their head, [the person] decisively cleared their throat and said:
"Sir, the Graycast Corridor is very nice, but your work and mission here have come to an end."
"As an ally of the Graycast Corridor, the Second Holy See, being newly established, has been actively recruiting talented individuals, such as a powerful Psionic Energy like yourself..."
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] looked at [ Do Some Farm Work ] with a shocked expression, thinking to herself, "The other person was clearly planning to retire, so how come you're turning it into a re-employment?"
Besides, professional HR professionals are clearly Zhong Lele, so why are you, an amateur inventor, getting involved?
Unexpectedly, Balund did not directly deny it:
"It's worth considering, but we'll have to see what the results are from Aiboke."
"Sir, I have a question too."
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] suddenly said.
"Excuse me, young lady."
Gray and Nora had already begun discussing the next steps with the Great Labyrinth City, and Balund, having nothing else to do, decided to chat with the young people.
Looking at their energetic appearance, he felt a little younger himself, but then he regretted that he had poured all the energy of young people into the mines back then.
"When casting common Low Tier Psionic Energy Formula, how can I ensure that Psionic Energy is output evenly and minimize waste?"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] looked at the player next to him with a shocked expression. This player didn't seem like the type to ask such a question.
From previous conversations, [ Do Some Farm Work ] learned that [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] is still a freshman in college.
Hearing this question reminded him of his classmates in college who would deliberately ask professors professional questions to get attention.
That's a bit too abstract.
[ On the Do Some Farm Work ] He muttered to himself.
And are you from the Psionic Energy system? The vines on your body haven't even disappeared yet, how did you cross over into Psionic Energy?
He then received a helpless look and a private message from [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ]:
"I had no choice. I just updated the progress with the 500 guards here; they're almost at the Great Labyrinth City aboard the Antasia. Then my brother suddenly asked me to ask about this for him. It's so embarrassing..."
However, Balund seemed completely unconcerned about this, as it happened to be something he excelled at.
As a Psionic Energy but untrained High Tier psionic player who took many detours, many of the problems that currently plague Low Tier Psionic Energy players are ones he encountered in the past.
And so the group began to chat, while waiting for Ed's giant vine ball to open. The spatial rift remained open, as Ed still needed to return to Valhalla from there.
However, seeing that today's show was over, the people who had been invited to watch the movie in the study on the other side also began to disperse one after another.
Duma rubbed his chin, wondering if there would be one or two more guys here next time a similar event happened.
Seeing that there was nothing else to do, the two Short-Eared Elf teleported back to the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess and took the prisoner, who had been ignored for several days, namely the Amber Dragon Marquis Kebola, to the Corridor Guard Headquarters to ensure that he could be safely returned to the Eternal Domain during the next prisoner exchange.
Of course, this was a trivial matter for the two elves.
But for the Corridor Guard headquarters, acquiring a Middle Tier prisoner was enough to cause a celebration.
With this Dragonborn in their hands, they can exchange many more captured comrades from the Eternal Domain this year.
The two elves rightfully received a substantial bounty, further enriching the elven treasury.
On the other side, within thick vines.
Having been shielded from all external influences, Ed gradually merged with the vine ball, losing his human-like body.
Looking at the enormous, coffin-like metal cube before him, he gently stroked its surface and asked:
" Aiboke, I will attempt to reshape your human body. Do you understand what I mean?"
The paper strip slowly emerged as a response:
"Can."
After confirming that the other party agreed, Ed began his analysis and actions.
Reviving Aiboke sounds difficult, and it is indeed not simple.
Ed recalled the days before he "dissipated his power and started over." If he had the strength back then, all he needed to do was a thought.
However, given the current situation, and the fact that he has only recently advanced to High Tier, Ed finds it quite challenging.