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Chapter 741: Chapter 126: Lord of Scalefeather’s Foresight Chapter 741: Chapter 126: Lord of Scalefeather’s Foresight “…Lord of Scalefeather?”

Pure White was clearly surprised by this answer.

She had never thought of this name.

In her view, it would have been normal for Aiwass to choose the Silver-Crowned Dragon, given that he was the future Prince of Avalon; it would have been normal for him to choose Candle Master, given that his speed in mastering Divine Arts was considered miraculous on the Path of Devotion; even choosing the Gemini Mirror would have been normal, since as The Holy Maiden, she could see the Blessing from the Gemini Mirror imprinted on Aiwass.

But the Lord of Scalefeather—she could not figure out what the connection between Him and Aiwass could possibly be.

However, since Aiwass had already made up his mind, she would not presumptuously try to change his mind.

Though the greatest barrier in Advanced Divine Art was mastering the technique, drilling a hole in the soul and leaving a space for one’s will to hide was equally a skilled craft.

The former was like obtaining a piece of fine jade, while the latter was like cutting and carving that jade into various ornaments.

The former was a matter of having or not having, while the latter depended on personal skill—even the top masters had their limits when it came to different materials and sizes of jade.

Taking Pure White herself as an example…

if she had made a pact with any other Celestial Marshal or Angel Envoy along the way, her talents would surely have made it impossible to achieve the feat of connecting with the Nine Pillar Gods.

Some Cardinals used up their potential after two or even three or four pacts; therefore, every choice was important and not simply a matter of different orders.

This was a decision that only oneself could make—only oneself could shoulder the responsibility.

So Pure White simply reiterated the risks of Advanced Divine Art to Aiwass.

After Aiwass confirmed again, she began to teach him the ceremony for making a pact with the Lord of Scalefeather.

After explaining the general process, Pure White directly took Aiwass to the ninth level.

She led Aiwass, and from a room deep within the ninth Ring, they found another Cardinal Archbishop—

When they found him, he was sitting cross-legged inside a complex Ritual Array.

Aiwass had never seen such a complicated Ritual Magic Circle—shimmering with flowing light, the Ritual Magic Circle was like a starry sky, filling the entire room of over twenty square meters.

The floor, walls, ceiling…

besides the parts that looked as if painted on, there were also metals and jewels embedded in the wall.

The Ritual Array hummed and throbbed, visible nine-colored forces of the Path filled the air as rainbow-colored sparkles, overflowing in the space.

And when Aiwass saw the man, he was startled.

Because he did not resemble a living person—

He was an elderly Elf.

From his aged and withered face, one could still clearly discern the handsomeness of his youth.

His amber pupils were bright and lively, as if a flame burned at the bottom of his eyes.

Two long strands of hair hung down from his temples, and he had a long goat beard on his chin.

He sat in the center of the Ritual Array, his hands naturally hanging down in front of him with intertwined fingers, looking as if he were meditating.

If it weren’t for his mercury-colored Cardinal Archbishop’s robes, Aiwass might even think his demeanor resembled an old Taoist master.

But contrary to this vivid and lively appearance, the old Elf extended his crossed hands, one completely withered and blackened, obviously turning wooden; the other transformed into a beautiful gem ranging from deep red to amber.

—Treeification and Amberfication.

The two major diseases of Elves, both appearing simultaneously on one person.

“This is Cardinal Cyril.”

Pure White introduced to Aiwass, “The Cardinal Archbishop in charge of the ninth Ring.

“Actually, normally…

if you waited for the other bishops to arrive before learning Advanced Divine Art, you would come to the ninth Ring for teachings from Cardinal Cyril.”

“I know.”

Aiwass nodded, “Cardinal Matilda told me.

Although our accommodation is in the fifth Ring, the learning place is in the ninth Ring.”

“It’s good that you know, Aiwass.”@@novelbin@@

Pure White nodded in relief, “Cardinal Cyril is one of the few Elves who masters ritual arts, it’s more prudent for your first ceremony to be presided over by him.”

Upon hearing the name “Aiwass,” the silent old man suddenly spoke leisurely, “It has been a long time.

Or should I say, nice to meet you for the first time?”

Aiwass was taken aback by these words.

The statement strangely made Aiwass think of the Lord of Scalefeather.

When He saw him in the dream, He said the same thing.

Almost word for word.

…Could He be an incarnation of the Lord of Scalefeather?

Seeing Aiwass stunned, the old man’s lips slightly curled up, revealing a pleased smile.

He laughed heartily, “Or should I say, I’ve long admired your name…

Mr.

Fox.

“—I am Living Silver.

We have met before…

I knew then that you were a prodigy and would definitely come to the Holy Nation.

But I didn’t expect that you would master Advanced Divine Art so quickly.

You’ve been in the Holy Nation for what, two or three months at most?”

“…Mr.

Living Silver!”

Upon hearing this name, Aiwass suddenly remembered and his uneasy heart settled down.

He bowed politely, “It’s been a long time, Mr.

Living Silver.”

This was the person he had first met in his dream when he saw Pure White, whom he had encountered on her behalf.

Jacaranda must be Cardinal Matilda, and Living Silver, Cardinal Cyril, who Topaz had not yet met in reality.

However…

even this remark was identical to what the Lord of Scalefeather had said when greeting him back then.

…Is it a prophecy?

Aiwass thought back to what he had seen and heard after the Ascension ceremony had ended.

Although now the memories from the dream had become quite blurry, he could hardly recall the Lord of Scalefeather’s appearance…

but those few words and the sensation of their handshake remained incredibly vivid in his heart.

His choice to ally with the Lord of Scalefeather wasn’t just because the latter was “God of Light Speed Payment, Generous God.”

A significant reason was that Aiwass had felt a sense of respect and importance emanating from the other party.

That was also why Aiwass subconsciously referred to the Lord of Scalefeather as “boss”…

he had that kind of déjà vu one gets when a part-time worker meets their employer.

Although strictly speaking, this relationship couldn’t be considered equal from a societal perspective…

from a higher standpoint, it at least felt like two humans conversing.

Whether it was Candle Master, Silver-Crowned Dragon, or Gemini Mirror, their attitudes towards Aiwass were indeed friendly.

But that feeling was one of superiority, an unquestionable divide between humans and divine beings— it was compassion, curiosity, pity.

Aiwass had never found anything amiss in this as the others were indeed eternal deities.

But, the Lord of Scalefeather was an exception.

Perhaps due to “Adaptation,” He was particularly adept at speaking to humans as humans and ghosts as ghosts…

but at the very least, He was willing to adapt to “humanity” for Aiwass!

When conversing with the Lord of Scalefeather, Aiwass felt like he was chatting with a person…

just like how he felt much more at ease talking with Sky Rakshasa and Candle Celestial Marshal.

There were no riddling phrases; their conversation was clear and efficient.

And finally, that last statement.

“—I hope our future collaboration will be pleasant.”

Collaboration.

Aiwass liked that word.

In his past life, he had quit his job because he didn’t like the superior attitude of his previous boss, who treated Aiwass as a tool to be disposed of when no longer needed, and then to be called upon whenever talent was required.

The boss would boast while Aiwass was left holding the bag…

in the end, he couldn’t please anyone.

Rather than a tool, it felt more like being a dog.

Thrown a bone to tame now and then, unleashed to bite others when needed, and taken for a stroll when the mood struck.

Even though the compensation was generous and Aiwass could see himself reaching an executive position before thirty-five, he still gave up that job.

The reason he later applied to No-Face God Studio as a scriptwriter was due to his enjoyable conversation with the well-known game producer, who was also the studio’s boss.

Introduced by his roommate, the boss examined his resume and personally added his contact, spending an entire afternoon talking with Aiwass.

Although eventually, due to salary and work experience considerations, he persuaded Aiwass to join his company as HR.

But that feeling was altogether different from the previous boss—even if it were just for show, Aiwass truly sensed sincerity and respect.

Even if he never entered the scriptwriting department, when he made suggestions about the game’s storyline and mechanics to the boss, the latter took it very seriously, engaging in an eight-hour long discussion with great enthusiasm and a sense of measure.

It was a very strong, optimistically infectious charisma.

It seemed that just by chatting with him, one could dispel the gloom in their heart; it was as if he could be friends with anyone, a powerful force bringing people together, the definitive center of leadership.

At the time, Aiwass even harbored the delusion that maybe he could become friends with the boss—of course, he knew it was an illusion.

After all, he had never even seen the boss’s face.

That might be personal charm or leadership.

The boss, like the Lord of Scalefeather, had given Aiwass enough respect.

…And it was precisely because they hit it off that Aiwass had been killed by a dump truck while crossing the street, looking down at a message and coming to this world.

—Even if it were just an act from the “Path of Adaptation,” as long as the other party was willing to perform seriously, Aiwass was willing to choose Him.

Perhaps the Lord of Scalefeather had understood Aiwass’s essence, which is why He had spoken those seemingly unrelated words at that time.

The first three sentences were the greeting words from Living Silver when they met.

“—When applying for a position, if both parties reach an agreement…

what should one say?

Congratulations?”

“—Then congratulations.

I hope our future collaboration will be pleasant.”

The last two sentences were about Aiwass eventually learning “Advanced Divine Art” and being the first to choose Him.

Only the ritual involving Advanced Divine Art can truly be called “applying.”

The attitude of the Lord of Scalefeather was clear too—He had already agreed in advance.

By saying “I hope our future collaboration will be pleasant,” He was referring to Aiwass forming a contract with Him using Advanced Divine Art.

—All of this happened within the foresight of the Lord of Scalefeather.

He generously laid out His foresight before Aiwass.

In a way that would not hurt Aiwass’s pride nor put him in danger, He laughed heartily while showing off the power He possessed.

Answering that question from the future with knowledge from the past.