Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 1089 - 1083: Return

Until the next day arrived, the sun hung high at noon.

Ronald still had not seen Il even once.

He remained in the great mage's laboratory, conversing with the aged Caster and recording the information deemed necessary by the other party.

The main process between the two entailed Majie'er asking Ronald about the mystical aspects of reality—Ronald responding—and then the great mage deciding which part of his research to impart based on the current state of the world.

This process repeated over and over.

Time passed quickly without them realizing it.

Ronald already had a good memory, and especially after multiple enhancements, this ability was now unparalleled.

Thus, by ignoring the tedious details and only recording the important processes and conclusions, he managed to memorize most of the crucial information given by Majie'er in those ten plus hours. This included the magical elements and information theory they had discussed before, as well as parts concerning world understanding.

However, this process of transfer and recording did not last indefinitely.

Shortly after noon,

the expression of the great mage changed while contemplating what important matters remained to be imparted.

Even though the laboratory's windows were thoroughly blocked by bookshelves, the old man still slowly turned his head, his gaze piercing through the impenetrable walls, looking into the distance.

"Hmm... Ormont has come."

"Ronald, time is rather pressing; go fetch him and bring him in. Then head to the platform atop the hill; the route from the side staircase will lead you all the way up. As for me, I'll begin preparing the preliminary steps for the entire ritual."

Majie'er's perceptive abilities were astonishing.

It was only after the great mage spoke that Ronald slightly adjusted his Perception Magic, realizing someone had indeed just landed at the edge of the island, accompanied by three young Casters.

It was apparent—

This must be the now middle-aged great mage Ormont, returning to this abandoned magical city with his subordinates or apprentices.

Understanding everything at heart, Ronald naturally nodded in agreement:

"Alright, I'll set off immediately."

With those words, Ronald turned and left the laboratory, departing the castle and heading toward the entrance of [Rachmont].

The great mage remaining in the laboratory watched Ronald leave, then picked up the scroll in his hands, instinctively wanting to return it to the bookshelf, tidying his lifelong abode.

"..."

But before completing this action, the great mage paused, his expression turning desolate.

He realized he was merely an illusion in a historical loop.

And this failed loop would completely dissipate with the ritual in a few hours. So even if he put effort into reorganizing the books and scrolls here, it was essentially a meaningless act.

"Hehe—"

Yet, a few seconds later, the elderly Majie'er chuckled.

He gazed at the scrolls scattered on the ground and the dusted bookshelves, casually stuffing the book in his hand into the pocket of his mage robe, then, like Ronald, he unhesitatingly walked out:

"Since the seeds of knowledge have already been passed down, what is there worth regretting?"

...

On the other side, Ronald was leaving through the castle's main gate.

He descended the staircase that had blocked the three of them the day before and couldn't help but look up at the castle dome above.

With the connection between soul fragments and the effect of Reconnaissance Magic identifying humans, he could discern that Il, Fischer, and an elderly mage were in an upper room within the castle.

These three seemed to have verified something through magic and conducted some quick and convenient experiments, so they were in good spirits now.

"..."

Ronald paused for a few seconds, contemplating briefly, he still did not summon Il down.

After all, he was just fetching Ormont back to the castle.

Moreover, with Fischer beside Il, there was no need to keep this guy tied closely to himself.

Thus, he left the castle, passing through [Rachmont]'s dilapidated residential area.

When he was still four or five towers away from the city wall's gate,

Ronald saw the figures of Ormont and three young apprentices.

At this moment, Ronald's expression was calm.

He was entirely aware of these four people's impending arrival, so nothing was surprising.

Instead, it was Ormont, accompanied by three juniors, who evidently hadn't expected to see such a strange and youthful face in the abandoned [Rachmont].

The Caster, also bearing the great mage title, was slightly nervous.

However, he quickly wiped this expression off his face.

Compared to the young Ormont Ronald had last seen, this Ormont had lived another ten plus years.

This great mage who experienced the Dark Age's closing battle and then stabilized post-war affairs along the Eastern Shores of the Sunset Strait, had fully competent psychological resilience now.

He approached Ronald with unhurried, confident, and dignified steps:

"Young man, why have you come to [Rachmont]?"

Indeed not the one from before...

Seeing Ormont's demeanor, Ronald knew it was a completely new cycle.

So he adjusted his mentality, treating it as a first encounter with Ormont, and said to the man before him:

"Mr. Ormont, I have some matters to attend to in [Rachmont] and have already received Majie'er the great mage's consent."

"In fact, I'm here to greet you on Majie'er sir's instruction."

"Teacher's instruction..." Hearing Ronald's explanation, Ormont narrowed his eyes.

The middle-aged great mage looked up at the distant castle on the hillside and seemed to confirm Ronald's words through some means.

"In that case, please lead the way."

Ronald nodded slightly, then turned, leading Ormont and the three young people behind him toward the castle.

During this time, he could hear the muffled whispers of the three young individuals behind him.

It was also their first time arriving at this once-glorious magical city, under Ormont's leadership.

Faced with the current dilapidated scene, a sense of disparity naturally arose.

They felt an indescribable sensation.

In such circumstances, they couldn't help but begin discussing this fallen city and their teacher's past experiences.

Finally, after walking through about half of the desolate residential area,

when passing by a relatively well-preserved tower, Ormont behind Ronald suddenly asked in a serious voice:

"Sir, it's been a long time since I've seen Teacher, and I'm here this time based on past agreements."

"If you don't mind, could you tell me what has happened here lately?"