Chapter 784: Chapter 469 Mission Start_2
"Try to familiarize yourself as much as possible with the process of constructing the Transmission Array Pillars; I’ll come back to inform you before the mission starts," Mill advised them one last time, then turned and hurriedly left the basement.
The basement once again fell silent.
Yeats glanced at Lance a few times, seemingly with something to say, but after weighing the matter for a moment, he ultimately kept his silence.
It was the usually reticent Jacqueline who suddenly spoke, "Excuse my straightforwardness, Lord Lance, but I must ask what your relation is to the Wizard from your School who had once sided with the Divine?"
Lance stiffened slightly, his face showing a complex expression. He looked at Jacqueline and sighed, "I do indeed know that Wizard; after all, we are from the same School, but it’s true that I’m not well-acquainted with him."
After taking a breath, Lance continued in a somber tone, "I understand your concerns, but I am indeed not that kind of person. Death is certainly frightening, but living in this world, there are always things that are more terrifying than death, always some deeds that I would not do, even in the face of death!"
Jacqueline looked at him seriously, then suddenly placed a hand over her chest and bowed, "My apologies."
"Those are nice words; I hope that when the time comes, what you do will indeed match what you say!"
Yet it was Yeats who suddenly spoke with a cold voice.
Even someone as mild-mannered as Lance now felt some anger. His eyes turned sharp as he raised his voice, "When the time comes, it will indeed be so!"
Yeats snorted but did not continue the conversation, only saying to himself,
"The island I once lived on is called Hoy, a large and widely known island guarded by several Fourth Rank Wizards.
Even Divine invasions would not leave us utterly powerless!"
"However, during the true crisis of a Divine invasion, only I managed to escape with the help of my mentor among the High Rank Wizards."
Yeats’s eyes were downcast, hiding the indescribable complexity in his expression, as he continued,
"The reason it came to that was because a Fourth Rank Wizard, out of fear of death, betrayed the island..."
It seemed that recalling such sorrowful memories caused Yeats’s voice to gradually lower, until he fell silent.
Lance opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end all he could muster was, "You’ll see what I will do when the time comes."
Then, he closed his mouth and said no more.
"There are only a few hours left before we join forces and head behind the Divine fronts to carry out an important mission," Ryden slowly stood up, surveying the surroundings with a grave tone,
"If there are doubts now, it’s not harmful to speak up in advance, in fact, it may be beneficial."
"But when it comes time to carry out the mission, I hope everyone can put aside their past grievances, trust each other, and complete this important mission together!"
"What Lord Ryden says is extremely true," Colin was the first to echo in agreement. He looked at Lance and the others, paused, and then added, "Besides, those supposed gaps don’t really exist."
Hearing this, Lance’s expression brightened somewhat, and he nodded in agreement, "Of course, the mission is always the most important."
Jacqueline nodded, casting a somewhat apologetic glance at Lance.
The latter shook his head silently, his face still showing some gloom.
Yeats, naturally, had no counterarguments to Ryden’s words and also nodded slightly.
After a moment of hesitation, perhaps in an effort to lighten the mood, Jacqueline asked, "Lord Yeats, what happened to the Wizard who betrayed the Hoy island?"
Yeats didn’t answer, but it was Ryden who spoke up, "He is now the Pope of Gold and Molten Rock."
"I see..." Jacqueline was taken aback.
"Just a puppet who has lost their own consciousness, the Wizards will sooner or later strike him down!" Ryden said in a stern voice.
Yeats remained silent, merely holding the crystal in his hand and continuing to familiarize himself with the process of building the Transmission Array Pillars.
In the basement, the Wizards ceased their conversation.
Colin sat quietly at his spot, his attention gradually shifting towards the mission they were soon to execute.
In the basement, the Bright Crystal continued to emit a steady and soft white light, and the Wizards sat quietly in their places.
The whole scene seemed to pause, frozen in time.
However, time was still quietly passing by.
After an unknown length of time, Mill’s figure quietly appeared in the basement.
The Wizards all opened their eyes and looked at the gentle Witch, their expressions unavoidably tense and somber.
’It’s finally time to carry out the mission,’ Colin exhaled silently, his heartbeat accelerating inexplicably—nervous yet filled with anticipation.
Behind the podium, Mill didn’t waste words but spoke solemnly,
"The mission starts now, follow me."
The Wizards promptly stood up, Colin clearly heard Yeats beside him take a heavier breath, and Jacqueline did the same, lightly biting her lower lip.
After Mill spoke, she led the way out, with the Wizards closely following her like a long dragon.
Exiting the basement and walking along the corridor on the subterranean first floor to the staircase, Mill waved her hand to dispel the enchantment on the second subterranean level, leading them down and finally arriving at a level of the basement Colin and the others had never been to.
As Colin had initially thought, this place stored the core of Clara Castle’s Witch Array, but next to the core, there was also a rudimentary Transmission Array.
Mill stopped in front of the Transmission Array, turned around, and surveyed the gathered Wizards.
After a moment, she suddenly smiled, "There’s no need to be so tense."