Extra: Feathers and Poison (2)

Two days later, Stacy held the letter from her friend, feeling as if her brain had been trampled by a herd of galloping horses.

This is a small town. She has been staying here for several days with the White Peng Sebastian.

After reading the main text, it seems there's more content to be shared.

Stacy turned the letter over to the back and saw a string of runes written there.

She followed the instructions and cast the spell, succeeding after several attempts.

The words on the letter began to glow softly, a bright streak of light tracing the strokes, and Chloe's gentle voice, with its uniquely melodious melody characteristic of the Feather Race, rang in Stacy's ears.

SS

My newly invented spell, "Academy Spell: Sound Conveying," can embed sound within handwriting.

I showed this to you specially, just so you can be envious.

PS1: At a moment like this, which is destined to become a black mark on my history, isn't it worth you rushing to the scene with a first-aid kit, ready to provide emergency care at any time?

PS2: Although Xialike's brain circuits do indeed urgently require anatomical research.

PS3: Let's try to think positively. One advantage of marrying Xialike is that at least I don't have to incubate eggs.

SS

Stacy pouted her lips, blew out a breath, and her cheeks puffed out slightly.

This girl is clearly itching for her feathers to be plucked!

She slammed the letter on the table. "Teacher, can we go to the capital?"

The White Pheasant scholar looked up upon hearing this, "Things here are almost finished."

He pulled out his notebook, which contained a pile of letters seeking medical help, and roughly sorted through them.

"In the City of Radiance, there are indeed quite a few patients with complex cases waiting for treatment."

"The journey from here is only about three days. If there's any urgent business, it wouldn't be a problem to go."

At this point, he looked up at Stacy.

"What's wrong?"

Stacy patted Chloe's letter. "Chloe is going to marry Prince Xialike."

The White Pheasant nodded habitually at first.

But the next moment, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Huh? The two of them?"

After White Peng repeatedly confirmed that Stacy was not deliberately playing a trick on him, this usually gentle and composed scholar finally began to seriously plan his trip.

"Hmm... you can land here first... then land here again..."

The White Pheasant drew some lines on the map with a pen.

"If we treat patients along the way and rush there, it's estimated to take about ten days—will that cause a delay?"

"Absolutely no problem!" Stacy exclaimed excitedly. "There's still plenty of time before the wedding!"

After thinking for a moment, she added.

"But in that case, I need to write back to Chloe first."

Stacy rummaged through her small backpack and found it was full of papers for writing medical reports.

"I'm going to buy some stationery!"

She rushed out without even closing the door.

The White Pheasant couldn't help but let a slight smile curve its lips.

Seeing his apprentice's boundless energy, he sometimes felt somewhat inspired by it.

White Peng continued organizing the materials at hand.

A series of knocks sounded on the door.

A figure stood at the doorway, draped in a cloak.

"Excuse me—is Master White Pheasant here?"

The person who came in asked a question, his voice was extremely hoarse, indicating that his throat had suffered severe damage.

"That is me," the White Pheasant replied. "If you are here for medical treatment, please come in and have a seat."

"Thank you, Master."

The person entered the house, took off his hood, revealing a slightly aged face.

Most striking was the obvious and gruesome wound on his throat, which went deep into a vital area.

Bai initially thought the other person was seeking medical help for a sore throat, but after examining them closely for a few moments, his expression changed slightly.

The opponent's Magic Power state is highly abnormal.

That's not just simple activity.

Rather, it was a near-uncontrolled euphoria.

"What are you doing—" the White Pheasant frowned.

"My name is Hansite," the man introduced himself.

The White Pheasant's eyes lit up. "So it's the Moon Chanter! I've heard so much about you, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you." Hansite nodded and quickly explained his situation.

"My domain is called 'Moonboiling Spirit Realm,' which can greatly enhance elemental activity, aiding me and my teammates in battle."

"But perhaps I used it too frequently when I was younger, and now my body is increasingly unable to handle it, and it's starting to get out of control."

He raised his finger, and tiny fragments of Magic Power bounced on it.

"As you can see, even in this non-combat state, I'm almost unable to suppress myself."

Bai reached out and placed his hand on Hansite, releasing a detection spell.

The moment his Magic Power entered Hansite's body, his activity surged dramatically, becoming unusually agitated.

Bai's expression immediately became even more serious.

"If you continue like this, you'll age faster and faster."

"And as you age, your control over the domain will continue to decline."

The White Pheasant slowly withdrew its hand, its voice low and deep, "A vicious cycle."

"Yes," Hansite nodded, "That's why I came specifically to seek the master's help."

The White Pheasant closed its eyes and began to ponder.

Issues involving "domains" are never simple. These kinds of forces touch the deepest structure of the superhuman system, and if something goes wrong, it can be extremely troublesome.

After a moment, he finally spoke.

"The penetrating power of the 'Moon Boiling Spirit Realm' is too strong."

As the White Pheasant carefully chose its words, it said, "Although I don't understand combat, in my opinion, your ability would hardly be countered by conventional methods in a fight, right?"

Hansite nodded.

"It may not be considered a powerful domain, but its penetrating power is indeed extremely strong."

"I was only ever suppressed by Atiya."

Shattered Light Sword Saint Atiya, is widely recognized as having the highest combat power.

After finishing his sentence, Hansite added, "Of course, it was just a friendly exchange."

"Then there's no other choice." The White Pheasant sighed softly. "Your power can only be completely sealed away using the most rudimentary method."

Otherwise, Your Excellency's life will not last long.

Sealing one's extraordinary power means that all previous efforts are wasted, one falls back to the dust, and becomes an ordinary person.

Hansite was only slightly taken aback upon hearing this, his expression remaining largely unchanged.

Clearly, he had already prepared for the worst before coming here.

Hansite chuckled softly.

There are many places I'd like to visit.

Grasslands, snow-capped mountains, deserts, islands----

"When I was young, I always rushed through things, only concerned with fighting and getting on the move."

"Now, I'd like to go for a quiet walk."

"Even if it's just as a mortal passing through, there's nothing wrong with it."

Hansite raised his head and looked at White Peng, his tone calm and serious.

"Master, how do I seal the 'Moon Boiling Spirit Realm'?"

"There is a method, and it's not particularly difficult to do," the White Pheasant replied, "But the penetration in your field is too strong; the only solution is to simply pile on materials."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gestured a number.

Hansite glanced at it once, and his expression finally changed.

"I can't come up with that much." He gave a wry smile. "My current savings are only half of that amount."

After saying that, he looked down at his rapidly aging body, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"And in my current state, there's simply no way I can earn money anymore."

"Yes." The White Pheasant nodded, its tone direct but not harsh, "If you continue to take on combat missions, you will die if the intensity exceeds a certain level."

Hansite fell silent, looking somewhat dejected.

Seeing this, Bai could only show a helpless expression.

"I won't charge you for the consultation, and I can even do the sealing work for you for free."

"But I really can't help you with buying the materials."

"These are not the master's problems," Hansite said in a low voice.

He stood up and bowed to White Peng.

"Thank you, Master."

Let me think of another way.

Several days later, at the Crown Prince's residence.

Chloe leaned against the window, unfolding Stacy's reply in the slightly chilly wind.

The envelope was thick, indicating that the sender had written quite a bit.

The owl that brought back the letter was exhausted.

Stacy certainly criticized herself a lot.

She unfolded the letter; sure enough, there were several pages.

What comes into view is a large expanse of messy, illegible handwriting, crookedly covering the entire paper.

Regardless of how well she learned medical skills, Stacy certainly mastered the "doctor's handwriting" perfectly.

"Academy Spell: Elegant Brushstrokes and Refined Ink!"

A flash of light, and the unrestrained letters on the letter were reshaped, moving and aligning, making the page neat and tidy.

Chloe sighed resignedly before beginning to read.

SS

To Chloe, a little bird who is about to sell herself:

Your letter has been received.

The part of your letter that you find "difficult to say" is probably not that you want to get married, but that you actually used the phrase "according to our agreement, I must accept his marriage proposal."

What's wrong, my dear Miss Chloe? Were you forced to swear an oath with a contract scroll pressed against your neck?

"Obtain ' Myriad Phenomena Prism ' to exchange for a Chloe?"

This sounds like some kind of limited-time event.

I suggest you inscribe the rules directly on the back of the wedding portraits so that future historians can easily verify them.

To prevent them from producing a bunch of dubious papers because of this.

By the way, little girl, you'd better ask yourself honestly, aren't you actually smitten? And right now, aren't you hiding in your room, secretly fluttering around like a little bird?

Invitations for bridesmaids.

As a "shameless young unmarried woman"

Of course I'll come!

But please rest assured, I will try my best to behave like a respectable person at the wedding.

Unless you show that "Is it too late for me to run away now?" expression halfway through the ceremony.

Then I would definitely tell you on the spot: Stay put!

Lift your chin, adopt that "even if the whole world goes out of control, I won't panic" look, and walk in.

You're usually so good at putting on an act, you can't let things fall apart at a time like this.

If you really can't hold on any longer, just look at me.

I'll stand by your side, supporting you while silently memorizing the most humiliating details of your past.

If the wedding goes well, I will help you adjust your veil;

If the wedding gets out of control, I'll bandage your wounds;

If the wedding goes so smoothly it gets out of control, I'll be bandaging your wounds while reminding you: don't laugh too obviously.

As for Zijin, if she decides to blow up the palace after learning about this, I will not be held responsible.

I have conveyed the message to scholar White Peng.

We will arrive in the capital City of Radiance in about ten days.

It is expected to be located at the residence of Scholar Albatross Beckmann.

Reply to PS1: Regarding the medkit.

I will bring a first-aid kit.

After all, patients like you, who know there's a pit ahead but still maintain an elegant demeanor and jump in on their own, are rare in clinical practice. It's worth my personal follow-up.

Reply to PS2: I do plan to put a scalpel in my medkit.

Xialike's thought process is indeed quite peculiar.

Others propose with genuine emotion; he proposes by completing a task.

Honestly, you'd better observe him again before the wedding to confirm whether this Crown Prince is a person or some kind of ancient imperial weapon capable of handling affairs autonomously.

Reply to PS3: Regarding egg hatching.

It's a real shame. I'm actually quite curious about what it's like to incubate an egg.

With compassion, Miss Stacy, the angelic healer who carries a medical kit, has already begun choosing bridesmaid dresses, and genuinely believes that you two are both ill, writes this letter.

SS

Several short-billed swiftlets landed on the windowsill and began to chirp and twitter.

The soft, rustling sounds shattered the silence of the room.

I'm hungry again.

Chloe was in a good mood.

She picked up an apple, skillfully peeled it, fed the peel to the birds, and ate the flesh herself.

After she finished eating, she looked around.

The room was fully furnished and not small, but it was still very cluttered because there were so many things in it.

This is a study that Xialike arranged for her.

She moved in after Xialike became crown prince and was assigned this separate residence. In fact, she has lived here for more than a decade.

Chloe looked around the messy room, which was mostly filled with various books, notebooks, and odds and ends she had collected from various ruins.

This room also includes an alchemy workshop and her bedroom.

These past few days, Chloe has been busy customizing her dress and purchasing all the necessary wedding supplies.

If you're newly married, you should at least tidy up the house.

Chloe immediately summoned several maids and began a thorough cleanup.