Niya's response left Yann momentarily silent.
Each person has their own thoughts. Even if being abandoned by one's family may seem pitiful to outsiders, it may not weigh as heavily on the individual involved. It's truly a case of "a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people's eyes."
Downstairs, the conversation continued. Neither of the two noticed Yann upstairs, eavesdropping through the barrier with his consciousness.
"What's your plan? Do you have any thoughts on the undead around Niya?" Slav shook his glass, glancing at the door that Novgorod had just left through. "An undead warrior with bloodline magic, one can only imagine how formidable they were in life."
Lugansk Zoia casually remarked, "That's Niya's familiar. It's none of my concern."
Lugansk Zoia attentively polished his coffee cup.
"Tsk, tsk, it seems you've made a mistake in front of Niya and the Habsburg family. You'd rather entrust such an important treasure to Niya than hand it over to the Habsburgs. Lugansk Zoia, you're not a competent lackey after all."
To informed observers, Yann was a moving treasure trove. Though Yann could single-handedly withstand two fifth-tier professionals, in the eyes of higher-tier professionals like Lugansk Zoia, Slav, and Novgorod, Yann was still lacking.
"Everyone has their own choices. As long as it doesn't contradict the family's interests, I won't interfere much. After all, Niya is also a member of the Habsburg family."
The conversation between the two continued for another three hours.
"Lugansk Zoia, goodbye." Before leaving the café, Niya bowed to Lugansk Zoia, who had long since departed.
Lugansk Zoia nodded in response.
After leaving the café, Niya and Yann didn't linger in the city but returned to their old training grounds. Under Yann's guidance, Niya sought to further refine her mastery of magic.
"The trajectory of the fireball just now was off. Deviate slightly to the left."
"The connection between Water Arrow and Wind Blade isn't seamless."
"Your footwork lacks finesse. With such unrefined movements, how do you intend to control the line?"
"Wait a minute, I'm just a mage. Why do I need footwork?" Niya released a fireball and turned to Yann with a complaint.
"What do you know? Mage positioning for laning looks simple, but you mustn't be reckless. During complex team fights, you shouldn't be too far forward or too far back. Stand about 600 units behind the tank and constantly move left and right to avoid targeted skills. Once the fight starts, quickly output damage to enemy heroes with your skills. After casting, retreat slightly, wait for your skills to cool down, then resume output. If your team has the advantage in team fights, just maintain a straight line in pursuit. If you're being chased, pay attention to the health of the hero chasing you..." Yann shared insights from a game he played in his previous life, regardless of whether Niya understood it or not.
"Why can't I understand what you're saying..." Niya weakly replied.
Niya's magical training proceeded under Yann's eccentric guidance. While Yann's training methods weren't scientific, the progress was still good.
However, this progress had nothing to do with Yann personally. It was entirely thanks to Niya's own efforts and endless source of magical power—after all, if she depleted one mana core, she could just buy another. Niya wasn't lacking in money compared to Yann now.
The days of summer vacation passed one by one. Niya's mastery of magic grew more refined, but unfortunately, due to the seal on her own magic, it hadn't increased.
And Yann?
During this summer vacation, Yann shuttled back and forth between the pharmacies and various collector's shops in Sacred Heart City, even attending several auctions, all in search of materials to rebuild his physical body.
If Yann didn't intend to strive for perfection and craft a perfect physique, he could have already reshaped his body. Just before the vacation, Yann had been collecting materials, but he always fell short at the most critical parts, unable to meet Yann's requirements.
Twenty days remained until the end of summer vacation. Niya's mastery of magic had become increasingly proficient, while Yann remained the same, idly making magic equipment all day.
In another place unknown to both Yann and Niya, a conversation unfolded.
"Dad, what are you going to do?" Clark stood with his head bowed before a middle-aged man, asking respectfully.
From his appearance, the man bore a striking resemblance to Clark and truly seemed to be his father.
"What do you want me to do, my good son? Setting traps in secret not only failed but also brought humiliation and dishonor to our Sahm family. What do you want to do?" Engim intended to groom Clark and deliberately asked in return.
Regarding his son being humiliated this time, Engim not only didn't feel angry but was somewhat pleased—someone finally came forward to discipline his son.
Aksei was already useless. Engim never had any hope in Aksei, but Clark, his eldest son, whether in talent for cultivation or personal intelligence, met Engim's standards.
Engim was planning to groom Clark as his successor. However, while Clark excelled in various aspects, he still fell short when faced with certain situations, especially in dealing with unexpected events.
Clark remained silent, making a gesture of slitting his neck to show Engim.
Engim closed his eyes without comment, then said, "If my information isn't wrong, that girl named Niya will become a student of the Inner Court after school starts, right? You've killed a student of the Inner Court. Do you really think the people of Sacred Heart Academy won't investigate?"
"Dad, it's still summer vacation, and the new semester hasn't started yet. Niya isn't a student of the Inner Court, let alone our Sahm family. Who dares to say anything about us killing someone? As long as the dean of Sacred Heart Academy doesn't step forward, we can completely take care of this person who insulted the Sahm family and let others know that our Sahm family isn't easy to mess with!"
As mentioned before, the Sahm family was one of the foremost powers and major families in the Sheng Luo Empire. And Engim was the deputy governor of the Eastern Province, not like other provincial governors whose powers had been usurped by local warlords, but a true holder of power! Engim himself was a warlord, and the governor of the Eastern Province was just his political puppet.