Mage Manual-Chapter 174 - 155 You’re Not Ash Heath_2
Chapter 174 -155 You’re Not Ash Heath_2
However, Selin did not counter-attack, instead, he deliberately collided his neck with the edge of the Heart Sword.
This left Ash deeply conflicted—because he needed not only information about Heath but also information about escaping the Kingdom of Blood Moon.
However, the latter wasn’t the kind of ordinary information that a socially idle person without an identity card like him could inquire about. Yet, the elf before him had reached adoration level in all aspects: political reputation (as a councilor), racial reputation (Elf Rights Protection Association), academic reputation (university professor), and local reputation (Woodpecker), with two hundred years of accumulated connections that made Selin a massive source of information.
With Ash’s current abilities, Selin was the best consultant for leaving the Blood Moon—of course, besides Selin, there were undoubtedly many others who knew the channels to leave, such as the Blood Frenzy Hunter Gerard, research institute director, warzone commanders, beloved Church bishops… So Ash was conflicted, because apart from Selin, the others could easily beat the crap out of him.
Ash quickly weighed the benefits and decided to first stroke the elf’s fur, soothing him until he could worm out the needed information, then he would pierce through the throat of this mastermind with a sword, accomplishing a splendid revenge and becoming a rightfully proclaimed fugitive.
Originally, when Valcas stabbed me in the throat during the Blood Moon Judgement, now I stab your throat; quite fair, isn’t it? I’m just earning a slight premium, the Heart Sword I’ll take, fundamentally it’s actually Valcas’s rebellion against you.
As the saying goes, every debt has its creditor, Professor Selin, when you reach the Void Realm, just seek Valcas for revenge. Of course, you can also come after me, I’ll have the Sword Maiden smash your head.
After mentally preparing to play the villain, Ash managed to squeeze out a benign smile, “Professor Selin…”
“I gave him a chance.”
“Ah?”
“I never skimp on mercy towards my kin; for every elf that has strayed, I repeatedly give them opportunities for redemption,” Selin said indifferently. “Given the chance, how I wish I could share drinks and cheer with Valcas, and wish to entrust this study to him… just like seventy years ago when the previous president handed this study to me.”
“He was the successor I most adored; he detested politics, but he was skilled in it from childhood; he loved slaughter, but was always clean and left no evidence; he thrived on risks, which is why he once led the Woodpecker for a decade—truly the most comfortable ten years. Compared to him, Gessas is simply a wild boar that sniffs through mud searching for treasures.”
“And your initial guess, perhaps, wasn’t wrong.”
“Hm?”
Ash was caught off-guard—his initial guess?
“Apart from being Valcas’s guardian teacher, I might also be the biological ‘provider’ for Valcas.”
Ash’s mouth fell open, and after a moment he uttered a single word, “Might?”
“I don’t have Fernand’s interest in deliberately checking my bloodline,” Selin stated calmly. “However, we elves are a very special species, apart from our low mating desire, our genetic combination odds are also very low, only during a certain month does the success rate rise from 0.8% to 13%. This month is called the ‘Elf Birth Month’, which on average happens once every three years.”
“Unlike other species that can breed freely, elves only have ‘Complete Mating Right’ during the Elf Birth Month. This is both to increase the birth rate and to sever bloodline bonds—since so few elves are born, birth providers can easily identify their children based on birth dates.”
“And the year before Valcas was taken into the foster system, I responded to the Church’s call and had full mating. Theoretically, Valcas could indeed be my child as our hair color and eye color are exactly the same, I can see my past self in him.”
Selin’s voice was unfluctuating, only his pupils revealed the profound vicissitudes of time.
Time could not imprint the bodies of elves, but their souls had long been occupied by their vast pasts, flipping a page from their memory could disperse the dust of traversed mountains and valleys.
“He was both your student and your child, why…”
“Valcas failed me,” Selin placed his hand over his eyes, “He is a stain on the elves, a rebel of the Longevity Species. I gave him a chance, using reunion with his biological child as a reward, but he still chose to defy my wishes… I wish I could see him suffer in the Heavenly Kingdom of Blood Moon.”
Perhaps living in this eerie kingdom for too long, Ash found himself able to quietly observe these incomprehensible, bizarre relationships without feeling the urge to comment.
Now that the veil over Valcas had been lifted, the next step was…
“Professor Selin, why do you…want to…”
Suddenly, Ash found himself moving incredibly slowly, his thoughts delayed as if he were listening to a foreign language listening test. He watched helplessly as Selin stepped back, moving out of the Heart Sword’s range, the Technique Spirit materializing on his body, casting Miracle.
At that moment, the idea to defend himself with the Sword Barrier slowly emerged in Ash’s mind.
But he was too late to act. Suddenly, branches sprouted from the wooden floor, pierced through the carpet, and flowed along his body. In a moment, a large tree formed in the study, completely entangling Ash with its trunk!
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Time fell like raindrops, making a clear sound, and Ash finally returned to normal, but it was too late—the tree not only firmly trapped his body but also locked his Magic Power, causing the floating Heart Sword to dissipate due to the severance of its magical connection!
The essential ingredient for the Technique Spirit of swordsmanship, sweet words and a hidden dagger, had been taken by the branches, rendering all his swordsmanship Technique Spirits unusable!
That was the weakness of a professional Technique Spirit—as long as one could identify the common restrictions of the corresponding faction and take away the opponent’s necessary casting media, one could neutralize most of their powerful Technique Spirits!
“As expected, you couldn’t resist the control of ‘Startling Beauty.'”
It was then that Ash noticed Selin had removed his right glove at some point.
He covered his eyes with his right hand, but Ash could still clearly see the elf’s green pupils—so profound, so bright, as though they could suck in one’s soul.
But at that moment, what surged in Ash’s mind was deep shock.
Because there was a hole in the palm of Selin’s hand.
A hole that allowed an eye to peek through!
“You’re not really Ash Heath, who are you?”
Selin lowered his hand and resumed his seat, his gaze full of confusion as he looked at Ash.
Although unsure of how he was found out, Ash quickly seized the chance to deflect, “Exactly, I’m not Ash Heath, just an ordinary person who couldn’t sleep and went out for a walk at night. I hope you, noble elf, would release me soon, otherwise I will accuse you of imprisoning me and violating my rights—”
But Selin didn’t respond, instead mumbling to himself with his head down.
However, he soon stood up abruptly, his expression filled with unmistakable terror and hysterical intensity!
“Could it be… the ritual succeeded?”
He stared intensely at Ash as if he wanted to devour the handsome young man, “Are you the true ‘Sense’?”
