The two of them slowly walked towards the café’s exit.
The upside-down waiters waved goodbye amicably.
Their method of farewell was equally impressive—drawing elegant curves in the air with their feet.
"Welcome to return to the Upside-Down Café!"
When walking out of the café’s door, Ron habitually looked back.
But the sight he saw made him stop in his tracks.
The shadow of the building was undergoing an incredible transformation.
Originally a deep black shadow, it had now changed to a pink hue.
......
"Some truths are still not suitable for children to know."
The tired voice of Cassandra came from the message crystal outside the aircraft cabin.
This sentence clearly rejected Eve’s request to accompany, leaving the girl to watch the aircraft fly into the night sky helplessly.
The night was as dark as ink, and the lights of myriad households in the Central Lands below glittered like a spilled river of stars.
Ron was sitting in the special aircraft seat, fingers gently stroking the newly acquired "Extraordinary Comprehensive Guide."
The leather feel of the heavy tome was as warm as jade, yet the weight of the knowledge contained within brought a sense of oppressive heaviness.
The interior decoration of the aircraft displayed the results of its owner’s conquests in the Otherworld.
Specimens of various strange creatures’ heads hung on the walls.
The Lizardman leader with three eyes, the Rock Giant with a crystal embedded in its forehead, and that chilling mechanized head.
Each trophy represented the downfall of a civilization, the subjugation of a race.
But most striking was the purple Crystal Ball displayed in the center of the cabin wall.
The crystal contained the complete scene of a miniature nation, and the surface still showed the flickering lights of cities.
This was not a model but a genuinely shrunken and sealed conquered civilization.
Once lived by hundreds of thousands of intelligent beings, now they had become viewing objects in Cassandra’s private collection.
The magical fluctuations within the aircraft were exceptionally strong, with various anti-peeping and anti-detection rune arrays operating at full power, emitting a low humming sound.
This level of protection could even block the perception of the Great Wizard, clearly showing Cassandra’s extreme caution regarding the upcoming conversation content.
"What on earth does she want to tell me?"
Ron analyzed various possibilities in his mind.
As his thoughts swirled, the aircraft slowly landed on the highest floor of the Crystal Tower’s main tower.
This was the most tightly guarded place in the entire Central Lands.
Layers upon layers of sealing barriers densely spread like a spider web, even the magic concentration in the air was several times higher than elsewhere.
At the moment the cabin door was pushed open, Ron felt an oppressive atmosphere.
Cassandra’s private domain displayed a type of pathological luxury.
The enormous circular room had walls made of pure Abyss Crystal, emitting eerie purple light under the magical illumination.
The floor was covered with fur from various rare Giant Beasts, arbitrarily patched together, with no sense of beauty.
Though the room’s decoration was extremely luxurious, the details revealed the owner’s unstable spirit state.
The famous paintings on the walls hung slightly askew, as if angrily struck, with magic burn marks still lingering on the frames.
A faint scent of blood permeated the air, along with a certain twisted magical aura.
Ron carefully observed every detail in the room, sketching Cassandra’s current spirit state in his mind.
"Emotional fluctuations severe, spiritual control declining, evidence of violent tendencies..."
He activated the newly recovered "Hermit’s Knowledge," trying to gather more information.
Just as he continued analyzing the room’s anomalies, the air began showing wave-like distortions.
Purple light particles rained down from the void, converging into a blurred humanoid silhouette in the center of the room.
Cassandra’s projection slowly appeared, but it was evidently very unstable.
Her image occasionally came into clarity, sometimes blurred, with occasional overlapping double images, as if two different people were overlapping in the same position.
Her beautiful face bore deep exhaustion.
Her long black hair had lost its former luster, scattered over her shoulders, with a few strands even turning silver-white.
"Ron, I need your help."
Her voice was hoarse:
"I know this sounds absurd.
The leader of the Conquest Faction, Tower Master of the Crystal Tower, seeking help from a young man who just broke through to Moon Level. But..."
She paused momentarily, eyes revealing a self-mocking bitter smile:
"Now I have no other choice."
The amount of information in this sentence made Ron’s heart tremble.
Aside from those high in the clouds, unconcerned with worldly affairs, Cassandra was already the most powerful figure in Wizard Civilization.
For her to say "no other choice," it showed the depth of the predicament she faced.
"What difficulties have you encountered?"
Ron’s voice remained steady:
"From your state, it seems not just a simple military setback."
Upon hearing this analysis, Cassandra couldn’t help but shake her head.
"Still so sharp..."
She sighed softly:
"You’re right, it’s indeed not just a military issue."
Cassandra waved her hand to activate a projection platform in the center of the room.
With magic infused, the entire room instantly transformed into a three-dimensional cosmic model.
Countless galaxies slowly rotated around them, with a specific area being highlighted.