Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength

"..."

The unavoidable question appeared right in front of him.

With his abilities, Ronald could come up with an unverifiable explanation, at least enough to deal with the middle-aged man in front of him.

After all, everything in his body is the bloodline of the Adler family.

Other aspects of the evidence cannot be faked.

However, Ronald felt an impulse driven by curiosity—he wanted to tell the man in front of him everything.

Essentially, this is an independent space and won't affect the outside world. Even if Ronald does something outrageous here, as long as he can bear the consequences, there's no pressure.

And at certain special moments, Ronald never minded taking risks.

So he spoke up:

"Sir, actually, it's like this."

"Il and I are not from this era; using some special means, we come from a distant future."

"..."

The expression of curiosity on the middle-aged man's face immediately froze.

Although he is a well-informed original text holder, his first reaction to Ronald's statement was disbelief.

Since the discovery of the original texts in this world, all kinds of magical abilities have indeed emerged continuously.

But coming from a distant future...

Such a notion of time travel is indeed too extraordinary.

Standing opposite the middle-aged man, Ronald also became cautious due to the man's expression. He knew well that if a conflict erupted because of this claim, both parties would soon resort to 'negotiation' through force.

However, the middle-aged man's choice did not lead the atmosphere to an extreme.

Though his expression showed disbelief, he did not completely dismiss Ronald's claim, instead, he stated matter-of-factly:

"Ronald, your statement is very... very shocking."

"Even though I don't want to believe it, perhaps, you could prove your claim to me?"

The middle-aged man's practical attitude was undoubtedly the greatest news for Ronald.

Faced with this precious opportunity,

he thought carefully, and finally took out the "Sir Ronald Adler's diary," which he had never touched before, from the most intimate place.

"First is this, which should prove my identity."

Seeing Ronald take out a diary, the middle-aged man was initially puzzled. But relying on the relationship with the Adler family's ancestor—Hopes, he quickly realized and then stepped forward to gently touch the diary.

"This is... Hopes's original text!"

"He, I can feel he is still alive, it's unreasonable that he is still alive and this thing would end up in someone else's hands..."

Confirming the essence hidden beneath the diary's surface, the middle-aged man's expression became even more confused. He even took several steps back, seemingly unable to accept the reality presented before him.

"..."

Throughout the process, Ronald stood silently watching.

From the few speeches of the middle-aged man earlier, he understood that this was a person with clear thinking and rigorous logic. At this moment, rather than giving more explanations, it was better to let him figure it out by himself and then ask the real questions he needed answers to.

"Boss, this guy's emotions are fluctuating a lot, he won't go crazy, will he?"

At this time, Il, who was stepped on the floor by Ronald, asked in a low voice. Although her movement was restricted, her observation of the surroundings never ceased for a moment.

"Shouldn't we strike first while we have the advantage?"

"Didn't you also teach Fiel that it's crucial to hold the initiative when things aren't clear?"

Before Ronald could answer Il's question, the middle-aged man with a pained expression spoke first:

"Young lady, there's no need to be so afraid."

"Although I am confused inside, I am not like those madmen in the witchcraft council who kill anyone on sight."

After calming Il, the middle-aged man beckoned to Ronald and then turned to lead the way into the depths of the house.

"Come, let's talk inside slowly."

"Additionally, you may call me Majie'er, currently considered one of the major councilors of [Lachimont]."

After introducing himself, Majie'er's figure disappeared into the depths of the room.

Although Ronald immediately released Il and followed him, deep down, he was led back to past experiences.

Back then, when reading the church's secret materials, he had seen this name.

It was in a digest called "Shui's Collection."

It explained this Majie'er's viewpoint at the end of the Dark Age—[He believed that the order established by us casters was a wrong choice made with less past experience, and continuing would only lead to collapse.]

In other words.

During this current period, Majie'er was still just a major councilor of [Lachimont]. But in the future, this was a member of the top organization of the mystical side, the so-called [Council of Six].

Even compared to the ancestor of the Adler family, Hopes, or that enigmatic figure who pioneered school marks and inscription techniques, Stat, he was a top-level caster.

Especially Majie'er's viewpoint. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

He did not favor caster order and believed that it would inevitably lead to collapse.

"..."

Struggling to control his excited emotions, Ronald followed Majie'er to the depths of the room.

The layout here was quite orderly.

On the eastern side of the room, two bookshelves extending to the ceiling stood side by side, along with all sorts of documentation on the opposite side, blocking an entire wall tightly.

On the opposite side.

Three functionally distinct laboratory tables divided the room into unequal parts.

Majie'er, who entered a step earlier than Ronald, was standing on a central obsidian platform, using magic power to control alternating bright and dark light spots on the table, gathering them into a golden box.

Clearly, Ronald and Il's arrival interrupted Majie'er's previous research.

So he took the time to tidy up the experiment table.

Then, Ronald approached to take a look.

But he was immediately drawn to this scene.

These light spots, bright or dark, contained extremely faint magic fluctuation. Even with Ronald's sensory abilities, in such close proximity, he could barely detect the accumulated magic from all the spots.

Such wondrous and minute things, what kind of research had been conducted by the mystical side in the past?

At this moment, Majie'er noticed Ronald's gaze.

The middle-aged original text holder didn't mind such observation, and even somewhat appreciated Ronald's curiosity.

Thus, while organizing his experimental items, he briefly introduced to Ronald:

"See it? Isn't it fascinating?"

"These magic essences are the ultimate product after infinitely dividing and refining magic power, their states are only two—bright or dark, but once combined, through complex model sorting structures, they could have countless effects."

"It's just a pity that to manifest distinct properties, the required quantity far exceeds my ability limit, so ultimately, this is a research destined to have no conclusion."

Majie'er laughed self-deprecatingly, shaking his head and sighing indifferently:

"Hehe—"

"Saying this out, probably someone will think I'm going mad again."