NABC Chapter 466: 17 Teacher, You Don't Want To Either... (3k)
Chapter 466: 17 Teacher, You Don't Want To Either... (3k)
Chapter 466: Chapter 17 Teacher, You Don’t Want To Either... (3k)
At night, in the simple and quiet courtyard, Atalanta sat comfortably on a wicker chair, feasting with satisfaction.
Even though the food had cooled somewhat, she still enjoyed her meal immensely.
Leaned against the grapevine, Luo En sipped the newly brewed wine while taking an interested look at Atalanta’s cat ears which seemed to twitch with contentment.
It must be said, keeping a cat was a very pleasant thing.
Especially when the cat could also transform into a Cat Lady, that sense of satisfaction was multiplied.
After Atalanta had eaten her fill, Luo En stepped forward proactively, offering her a chilled cup of grape wine.
The huntress downed it in one gulp, washing the food down into her stomach, then spoke in a deep voice.
“Just like you said, I’ve inquired around. There are only a dozen or so Divine Blood Heroes who’ve successfully reached the Arcadia Royal City, and almost all of them have suffered attacks from Magic Beasts.”
Almost?
Does that mean the attacks from the Magic Beasts that emerged from the Arcadian Mountains were not coincidental?
Upon hearing this adjective, Luo En frowned slightly and murmured to himself.
“It seems that Arcadia holds deep waters...”
“How about I help with some divination?”
Seeing her senior brother’s face turn solemn, the nearby Medea volunteered eagerly.
Divination?
That’s right. Hecate is the goddess of roads, possessing the Authority to guide people’s directions.
Since there are no leads at the moment, it wouldn’t hurt to try.
After a brief consideration, Luo En agreed internally.
Then, Medea deftly opened up the Magic Circle Diagram to reveal a round oak board.
This object was composed of twelve segments, each with a Greek numeral at the bottom. Correspondingly above were simple drawings of animals or Divine Monsters like bulls, sheep, crabs, centaurs, and others.
Moreover, each segment was inlaid with three gemstones along its borders: from 1 to 12, there were garnet, amethyst, aquamarine, diamond, emerald, moonstone, ruby, peridot, sapphire, opal, topaz, and turquoise.
Luo En touched it and felt the texture under his fingertips, prompting him to look closely, and he vaguely made out the marks of the Sun, Moon, Venus, and other primary celestial bodies, along with other stars.
In the center’s recess, a crystal ball the size of an adult’s fist was placed.
This seemed to be a rudimentary Greek Star Disk, and the composition of celestial patterns and the zodiac already had the basic outline.
The eighty-eight constellations were not entirely composed of deceased heroes and ethereal legends but essentially existed since the creation of the World. It was only later for ease of memory that constellations were connected to different people or things through storytelling.
And for this reason, the eighty-eight sets of Sacred Robes corresponding to these constellations would exist even before those heroes.
As Luo En was getting somewhat distracted, Medea who stood up stealthily pulled out one of his hairs.
“Borrowing this!”
Medea placed the strand of Luo En’s hair into a crystal goblet prepared in advance, then proceeded to extract several bottles and jars from the Magic Circle Diagram and poured the multicolored solutions into the crystal goblet.
After sequentially adding various strange and quirky powders, the solution reacted violently, producing intermittent bluish and purplish light pollution, and the strand of hair stripped of its Divine Power also blended into the solution amidst shaking, emerging as a freshly concocted Witchcraft Potion.
“Each person’s ‘Spirit’ is unique, and taking something from the inquirer can steer the Star Disk to the correct position, conveying a more precise message,” Medea patiently explained while pouring the purple-black solution from the crystal goblet into the indentation of the Star Disk, illuminating each star and making the Divine Patterns flicker and sparkle.
“Now is the time. Close your eyes, clear your mind, and ask the deepest question of your heart to Hecate, the goddess who guides our paths.”
Overwhelmed with excitement, Medea found it hard to believe: “Are these really for me?”
Luo En nodded and said gravely,
“Thank you, Senior Brother!”
Upon receiving a definite answer, Medea was ecstatic, and in her excitement, she threw her arms around Luo En’s neck and planted a kiss on the forehead of her senior brother.
Compared to her aunt who kept making her life difficult, this senior brother who had taken good care of her was her true family!
Suddenly taken by surprise, Luo En came back to his senses, touched the wet mark on his forehead, and smiled wryly.
Atalanta, watching from the side as Medea happily ran back with her gifts, had a teasing glint in her eyes.
“Teacher, I can’t pretend not to see this, and you wouldn’t want Lady Tethys hearing about it...”
“Stop, stop, what gift do you want? Just say it, and I’ll give it to you!”
Luo En quickly put up his hands in surrender, showing a willingness to make peace at any cost.
“A gift? You already gave me one, and that’s enough,” Atalanta said, lifting the Sky Vault Bow in her hand and speaking with a light chuckle.
“So, I’d like to take this opportunity to ask a question.”
“What is it?”
“Who are my parents?”
Atalanta’s smile faded as she looked seriously at her teacher, her green eyes filled with intense longing.
~~
Meanwhile, at the Arcadia Palace.
The King of Arcadia lying on the bed coughed violently as if he were about to expel a lung, beads of sweat the size of peas seeping from his forehead as blue veins pulsated beneath his skin. His hands, clenched tightly around the bedsheets, were white to the bone, and his nails unknowingly pierced the flesh of his palms, the radiant red blood soaking into the sheets.
Clearly, he was enduring immense pain.
“Medicine... medication... give me my medicine!”
Accompanied by suppressed, low growls, a maid walked hurriedly into the bedroom and carefully presented a dark red Dan Pill.
Upon seeing it, the King of Arcadia, like a ravenous dog, snatched the Dan Pill and swallowed it whole, then tilted his head back to gulp it down.
After a moment, the King of Arcadia breathed a sigh of relief as if unburdened, and settled back into bed, his pale face gaining a healthy hint of red.
Even so, the sense of powerlessness lingering on the brink of death, coupled with the progressively worsening symptoms, still filled him with dread.
“Bang!”
The King of Arcadia slammed his fist onto the bed, his face twisted in anger.
Why? Why could the deities live eternally while he had to endure the agonies of pain and illness?
It was unfair! This was unjust!
“Go, call the Priest here...”
The King of Arcadia gestured solemnly, his gaze flickering as if he had resolved himself to a certain decision.
The trembling maid by the bedside, as if granted a reprieve, hurriedly left the oppressive and gloomy hall with her tray.
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