The good natured senior who volunteered to share some tips earlier stopped by Eryndor's group as he offered his help again while they were moving into the town.
"Here's my number, if you happen to run into any difficulties, you can contact me."
He had distinct short light blue hair with gray eyes.
Coupled with his sunny smile, everyone who came across him for the first time couldn't help but have a good impression of him.
As soon as they were far away, Eryndor was quick to throw away the contact number in a nearby dustbin.
"Why did you do that?"
Valentina asked. She felt it would've been a good backup if they had a senior's number.
Eryndor never used his Cognitive Scrying on his roommates, as they had been good to him all this time.
It would prick his conscience to read the memories of someone he would be staying and getting along with. Hopefully.
But he had used it on the light blue haired senior just now as it was rare that a person would want to offer help despite being told off once.
Unsurprisingly, he learned that the senior's ability allowed him to sense the location of any object he locked on.
Eryndor didn't want a location tracker in his group, but he also couldn't expose his ability.
He simply cooked up a lie.
"I don't trust him.
"What if his ability allows him to influence the surroundings of any object he had locked on using his ability? Or something like sensing the location of the object?
"If he had locked on that card with the contact number then it would mean little to no privacy for us. What if they sabotage us?
"I don't want to take the risk of trusting any unsolicited help in this broken world. Not to mention he offered twice.
"There could be any type of ability out there, before I have complete information on people, I'd like to take a more cautious approach in dealing with them."
Eryndor then spread his hands as they headed towards the designated place of lodging mentioned in their information package.
"Anyway, all students have access to the Academy's website. It has all the professor's information including their medium of contacts up there.
"I checked earlier and Professor Melissa indeed has a contact no. which I've already saved in my phone. I feel it is far safer this way."
Drakarion laughed with a hint of teasing in his tone.
"Are you sure it's not because Professor Melissa looks hot that you saved her number?
"Red hair, red eyes, red lips. Did you fall so hard for her that you resorted to getting her number from the Academy's website?"
He laughed once again, drawing various kinds of looks from the passersby on the street.
Eryndor shrugged before spreading his hands.
"I gave my reasoning for my actions. You can interpret them in any way you want."
The four of them finally reached their inn.
The Academy had already booked their rooms so they directly headed upwards to keep their bags and discuss strategies for their mission.
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With Professor Melissa in the lead, the other group was heading towards their destination.
Their lodgings resided in the other part of the town, a bit closer to the center.
As she continued walking, a few seniors deliberately lagged behind the group.
The light blue haired young man who offered to help no longer had a sunny smile on his face. With a dark expression he glanced around their small group and said.
"My contact number which I gave them has stayed at a single place all along.
"It's either that they have thrown it or have never moved from the place."
One of the seniors chipped in.
"This group doesn't look easy to fool, that Eryndor fellow was too paranoid. How will we blackmail credits out of them?"
The Academy didn't care what happened between students as long as it didn't reach the point of killing each other.
According to them, if you were cheated by someone, it's because you were weak or weren't cautious enough.
The Academy drilled the words cautiousness every moment they got, emphasizing it to the point of it being the motto of humanity.
At the same time, in an inn far away from their current location, Eryndor sat cross legged on his bed.
I've never tested the limits of my abilities. I only ever tried cognitive scrying on small insects and telekinesis on small objects.
Eryndor took a deep breath and focused on the 'Telekinesis' aspect of his abilities.
Instantly, just like every time he covertly practiced, he got the view of the entire room from a high point.
Eryndor focused on increasing the intensity of his Telekinesis.
Gradually, the view it gave him began increasing in range. But he could also feel that something within him was draining.
The amount of my Qi is as it is. What could it be?
He then remembered the fifth energy written on the altar of Sovereign's Cloak.
Energy of Consciousness?
It was very likely that energy, as he couldn't think of anything else.
As his view kept increasing, the drain became increasingly large and fast.
A pretty fucking broken ability if you look at this insane range, a pity I can't smell, taste, feel or hear anything though.
It is still amazing though. I am pretty sure even realm two Stable level wouldn't have been able to do this.
Finally.
He mentally heaved a sigh as he gazed at the contact number written on the card.
Carefully, he picked it up and controlled it to move in the other direction.
He took care to avoid other people while he controlled the paper, eventually placing it inside the lobby of a certain inn nearby.
Don't blame me for this, you acted first.
Eryndor had a very clear understanding about himself. He had never fought any animal, and even considering his abilities, he preferred having backups.
If something went wrong, he could always use the contact card to lure that senior into arriving at any location of his choice.
It could be to act as a bait, as a diversion, as a meat shield, anything.
The ideas were endless.
To more effectively use the contact card such that the senior would immediately be able to arrive, he would first need to know the schedule of the other group.
After all, even a senior wouldn't be able to refuse orders from a professor if it happened to be his turn to carry out some task.
With a malicious chuckle, he laid down on his bed, intending to take a short nap before meeting with his roommates to decide their plans.