Snow made a light noise before closing her eyes. Al Casendra exhaled a sigh of relief as he stared at her injury. Her injury had almost healed completely. 'Don't worry. You'll get well soon. Also, I will feed you a lot of beasts core so that you'll tire of it. '
Snow opened one of her eyes and stared at Al Casendra and snorted. When he saw this, he chuckled. 'Do you think I'm lying, hmm? Don't worry, you just wait and see. ' He rubbed her head one more time and stood up. 'I'll come back and check you out.'
He prepared to leave, then halted his step. His eyes were drawn to something that had not previously been visible in the sea of consciousness. A fresh tree sapling with three blue leaves dances quietly in his sea of consciousness.
He approached the sapling with a light step. He stopped a few inches from the sapling, staring at the sapling with his brow raised.
Suddenly, the sapling glowed for a split second and then returned to normal. However, this left Al Casendra's mouth ajar. He gasped, blinking twice. Then, he chuckled with a wild smile.
"Now, I understand"
Hahaha
His hysterical laugh resounded throughout his sea of consciousness. After having his fill of laughter, he inhaled and exhaled to regain his calm.
"Now, I'm now a rank 3 ice mage." He twisted his lips and stared at the sleeping Snow. This is getting more interesting. 'When my beasts cultivate, they will share a portion of their mana with me. ' He sucked in a cold breath and disappeared from the sea of consciousness.
Al Casendra opened his eyes and took an ancient book, opening it quickly and searching for something. After a couple of minutes, a disappointing sigh came from his mouth. 'Dang! Why can't I find it? '
He banged his hand on the wooden table, sending some parchment flying into the air. 'I can't depend on snow alone to cultivate. I must find another way to cultivate it. ' He tapped the table with a soft touch. He pursed his lips, looking at the thousand books beside him.
Inside a large room, Al Casendra sat on the highest seat and looked at the group of people in front of him. And of course, beside him was Sir John, with a grumbling face. The people held their breath, staring at the useless but powerful prince. No one believed the useless prince could command the lawless Long-Fall Pass at the drop of a hat.
Sir John cleared his throat and began. "There are 100 families in Long-Fall City, and those families should step outside."
At once, 100 people came forward. "Now, listen to your job in Long-Fall Pass for the main time." Sir John sent out mission after mission, leaving the people aghast. What in the hell? Is this some kind of machinery or adventurer's guild?
"This is not a compulsory job. You can decide not to do it if you don't want to live in this city anymore. But let me warn you: if you leave now, you can't come back again. And let's see which city would abhor a criminal like you." Sir John snorted.
Everyone took a deep breath and stared blankly at the floor. Why must you say something like that? We all know why we're here. Stupid old man. They thought.
After a couple of seconds of silence, Sir John snorted. If you think you can escape from the prince's clutch, you're in for a ride. I can't even get away from his clutch and think you can do so. Humph! '
Fear not, the prince is not trying to make life difficult for you. You just have to trust the prince. Since he could provide a safe place for us. He promised to make this city a haven for everyone. Sir John announced with a bright smile. "You can go. The tunnel must be completely dug out by tomorrow. "
The crowd almost stumbled when they heard the last part of Sir John's sentence. Tomorrow, What the hell? I knew that smile was the devil's smile. The crowd cursed in their hearts, rushing out of the hall.
"Madam Connor, wait."
'Why in the world would you ask me to stop?' Millie cried in her heart. She turned and faced Sir John with her best smile. "How may I help you, Sir John?" She bowed.
You don't need to worry. The prince has a special mission for you and your family, which I believe will help you and your family." Sir John waves his hand, pointing her to the prince.
Millie Connor took a deep breath, straightened her back, and walked with firm steps toward the legendary prince.
"Stop!" Sir John shouted.
"You can only approach the prince around 50 feet away from him." He added with seriousness.
"Alright," Millie nodded. She looked at Al Casendra's face for a moment, and she trembled. She shivered and took a step backward. Furthermore, she looked at Sir John, and was opening her mouth. "Say nothing. When you're with the prince, you don't look straight into his eyes. Else…"
Al Casendra heard Sir John's words and sighed in his heart. Why are you portraying me as some sort of demon?" If he could talk, he would have cursed all the 10 generations of Sir John's families.
He took out a scroll and threw it toward Millie Connor. As a mage, Millie's reflex couldn't be compared with that of an ordinary woman.
Swiftly, she waved her hand and caught the scroll. Quickly, she read the content and looked at the prince, but she immediately averted her gaze. A broad smile appeared on her face. She bowed.
"Your Highness, my family and I are in debt to your benevolence."
Al Casendra tapped the handle of his chair and waved his hand. Sir John glances at Al Casendra with wide eyes, and then at the elated Millie. What in the world is happening?"