Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 1078 - 1072: Methods and Attempts

Accompanied by Fischer's landing.

A very realistic problem lay before the three of them.

Should they continue to study the mechanism of this spell to find a way through, or take more drastic measures, even alerting the caster in the castle?

"..."

The gaze of the three, Ronald, Fischer, and Il, crossed in the castle hall.

Fischer's intention was simple. As someone seeking help, she naturally didn't want to be too aggressive at this time, in case it hindered her hope of finding her sister.

Regarding Fischer's attitude.

Ronald, who was just one book away from collecting all three original classics, naturally wasn't in a hurry, so he nodded slightly toward the red-haired girl below:

"Let's study it carefully."

"After all, it's that Grand Mage Majie'er. Rash actions that easily cause misunderstandings will definitely lead to trouble."

Seeing Ronald express his attitude, Fischer immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

She feared not fighting others due to differences in opinion, but if it was for such a reason, drawing swords with newfound friends would be hard to accept. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

So Fischer quickly replied:

"If there's anything dangerous ahead, please feel free to leave it to me."

"..."

In response, Ronald nodded toward the girl.

His judgment about Grand Mage Majie'er just now was also his heartfelt opinion. A previous historical fragment, where Costate battled with Grand Mage Shui, still lingered vividly in his mind.

According to normal logic...

Majie'er was also a Grand Mage of Lacrimont and the strongest, qualified to join the Council of Six.

His strength was definitely above Shui's.

Not to mention this era was when Grand Mage Majie'er had a lifetime of experience, and his wisdom and knowledge were at their peak.

In mystical combat, young people indeed have physical and mental advantages.

But for someone like Majie'er, the tempering of time likely wouldn't blunt his edge but would forge him into a peerless weapon.

If he could avoid fighting such a strong man, Ronald was more than willing.

Moreover, in the first historical fragment.

This Grand Mage Majie'er had helped him quite a bit!

...

Thus, Ronald and his two companions began their research in the castle hall.

At this moment, only a few dozen people remained in Lacrimont, making the environment as ghostly as a haunted scene amidst the many towers of the castle area.

Not only were Ronald and his companions undisturbed, but they didn't even see a shadow in their view.

Under such convenient and safe circumstances, the unique situation here also became clear to them.

This restriction preventing upward advancement did not only occur within the castle but extended across the surrounding area, affecting even the nearby sky.

Moreover, since the entire castle area was built up the slope, the core area of Lacrimont was totally enveloped by this range, leaving not the slightest gap!

The only somewhat surprising discovery.

Was that this rule only affected the three living people, while stones, items in the castle, and even spells cast were completely unaffected and could reach the upper levels normally.

Ronald was inclined to tackle the spell itself which prevented them from ascending.

But the structure of this spell only appeared at the moment it activated, so even if he could analyze the structure, he couldn't affect it when the spell was inactive.

This almost ruled out any technical solution!

At this point, Ronald was almost certain that this unique spell was the handiwork of Grand Mage Majie'er.

No other caster could possibly have such exquisite spellcasting techniques!

Next came the endless failures surrounding Ronald and his companions.

They explored almost every corner nearby, but without resorting to violent means to break through, the three of them couldn't find even the slightest possibility of reaching the upper floors!

Faced with such results.

After a long period of fruitless struggle, Il began to grow impatient and quietly approached Ronald to whisper:

"Boss, it seems like we don't have any good ideas left."

"Perhaps we could try a simpler and more direct approach, like..."

"Il, what are you whispering to Ronald about?"

At this moment, Fischer happened to approach, hearing the sound, Il immediately fell silent, turning her head with a grin:

"I was just thinking of ways to go up and having a good talk with the boss."

Fischer had no suspicion of Il, and hearing this, she was delighted:

"So—Il, you have a way up?"

"..."

Il indeed had a way.

But what she hoped for, if spoken now, would likely lead to a confrontation with Fischer!

So she decisively cast a pleading look toward Ronald.

The slightly pleading look in her eyes was very clear—Boss, please help me!

"..."

Seeing Il's resigned expression, Ronald was somewhat helpless.

But what could he do since she was his person?

In such a situation, Ronald had to present an idea he previously thought of to Fischer:

"Il does indeed have an idea, but it's not guaranteed to succeed."

Fischer immediately responded:

"In the current situation, I think we should try any plan with a chance of success."

Only then did Ronald share his earlier thought:

"The current situation is that the spell will return people to their original position, but objects in the castle are not affected. So if we find a suit of armor that fits someone, have someone wear it, might we not try to go up?"

Ronald's inspiration came from a cartoon he loved as a child.

In theory, using a scenario from a cartoon in reality might seem childish, but the originals often include various forms of artistic creation.

So, in this case, it might just be a viable solution.

On the other hand, Fischer, after hearing Ronald's idea, was much more straightforward. The red-haired girl, naturally inclined toward action, only thought for a moment before immediately deciding on the plan:

"No problem, this method is worth trying."

"Just like we discussed before, I'll handle this attempt, and Ronald, you stay here; if something happens, remember to call me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fischer turned and headed downward.

Although Lacrimont was a city of mages, the castle had plenty of armor for decorative purposes.

The girl didn't take long.

Soon she had selected a suit of armor roughly her size.

Then Fischer returned all the way to the castle's staircase, and right in front of Ronald and Il, she began clumsily putting on the armor.