Age of Adepts

Seeing that it was Iritina that had arrived, the handsome, noble face of Arms first betrayed a trace of awkwardness. He then got up and put on a forced smile, "My Iri Baby, didn't you go look for a shelter you'd like? How did it go? Did you find anything?"

"Hmph! To think of how great you talked about Lance. I only just realized that this place is already stuffed full with dragons," Iritina's face was full of resentment, "I've flown for over five thousand kilometers, and I did find one or two places I'm happy with. However, those places already have owners. I can't even find a single piece of land without an owner!"

Arms quickly went forth and embraced his sweetheart's slender waist when he saw how angry she was.

"Didn't I already tell you? It doesn't matter if there's an owner already. Just come back and tell me if you have a place you like. As long as it isn't a direct subordinate of one of those Fourth Grade big bosses, this lord will help you take their land!"

"You mean it?" It was only upon hearing this that Iritina's cold face finally showed a trace of joy.

"Of course!" Arms couldn't help but pat his chest and start boasting again, "You've been in Lance for a while already. You should have witnessed this lord's might and influence here. As long as I've given my word, there will be no problems."

"You better be telling the truth, otherwise…" Iritina looked around at the skimpily-dressed elven girls on the platform. A slender hand silently pinched the fat on Arms' waist, "I'll have a good settling of this deal with you."

Arms might have excellent Physique, but even he can't deal with such a penetrative 'close-ranged attack.' He could only put on a smile and fawn, "Of course, of course. As long as it's something my baby says she wants, I will definitely get it for her!"

"Good! The place I want is called the Forest of Ancient Trees. There's a Second Grade wood dragon staying there. Hurry up and chase him away for me."

"The Forest of Ancient Trees? Wood dragon?" Arms brooded silently as a trace of unease gradually rose in his heart, "Is there a huge lake near that place?"

"Yeah! I also think that the lake is simply too beautiful. It's so suitable for me to play and bathe in." The jade green eyes of the emerald dragon beauty Iritina immediately glazed over in admiration when she talked about the lake.

"…"

Arms expression instantly fell apart as he awkwardly said, "Dear, you see, wouldn't it be better…if you chose another place again…"

"Why should I change my decision? What's wrong with that place?"

"There…there…that Second Grade wood dragon might not amount to much, but there's a Third Grade gem dragon backing him! It's not going to be easy provoking a dragon like that!"

"What are you scared of? His master is a Third Grade, and you are also a Third Grade. Can we not beat them once you add me to the equation?" For some reason, perhaps due to the boredom in Faen, Iritina had become a lot more ferocious and battle-hungry since leaving her clan.

Arms face was filled with hesitation and reluctance when he thought of fighting against a gem dragon.

It couldn't be helped. Though they were both Third Grades, there was a massive difference between their strength.

Those gem dragons might not be exceptional when it came to other things, but in terms of magical defense, they were the undisputed powerhouses. The Gem Armor on their bodies was like the ultimate counter to magic. No elementium magic, regardless of attribute, could easily penetrate the layer of armor to harm their bodies.

Moreover, the Prismatic Spray that the gem dragons were skilled in covered almost the entirety of the elementium attributes. As such, without the all-encompassing magic armor of the gem dragons, the other dragons could only endure their magical attacks.

That was why long-ranged Dragontongue magic and mid-ranged dragon's breath were no use against gem dragons. Only melee claw and fang strikes could deal a certain amount of damage to them. However, Arms would have to endure the gem dragon's Prismatic Spray if he wanted to engage the enemy in a melee forcefully.

Such a pestering way of fighting would hurt him too much. Even if he were to emerge victorious, he would suffer significant damage!

However, women that had fallen into the quagmires of stubbornness were not that easily persuaded. It was the same for female dragons.

After a series of discussions that consisted mostly of roaring, Arms finally and helplessly agreed to Iritina's request. A short moment later, several thunderous roars rang out as two dragons took to the skies from the platform, beating their wings and hurrying into the distance in a particular direction.

Soon, the two massive bodies had turned into two insignificant black dots on the horizon.

…………

Northern Lands. Icewind, White Tower.

There was a small platform located at the waist of the tower.

Icelady Snowlotus leaned against the stone fence and gazed into the far off Black Forest. The light in her eyes flickered, but who knew what she was thinking.

This place was a frosty highland. The climate was arid and cold. Chilling cold air whistled past the tower, blowing the microscopic ice particles the tower had gathered into the air and making them dance. They were like pretty ribbons knitted with snow and frost as they swayed in the wind.

It was sixty or seventy meters above the ground, and the temperature was so cold that a dripping bead of water would turn into ice before it hit the ground.

Yet, Snowlotus was only wearing a thin silk dress, seemingly unaffected by the cold. Instead, it was the opposite. The cold air here made her feel even more liberated and energized.

Her natural Physique was of the ice attribute and especially compatible one with the environment here. Standing here and gazing into the distance had become her greatest interest and hobby ever since the White Tower was constructed.

Unfortunately, as one of the most important figures of the White Tower, she couldn't find time for herself even if she wanted to!

Footsteps rang out lightly from the tower behind her. A slender and pretty elven maid walked out, bowed, and said, "Lady Snowlotus; Lady Meryl has invited you to her place!"

Perhaps it was because the temperature here was far too low. The elven girl's body couldn't help but start shivering.

In truth, she shouldn't have feared such a little chill with her powers as a First Grade combat profession holder. However, ever since the adepts restrained her with their wicked abilities, her powers had left her, leaving her with this pale and beautiful body.

Fortunately, the witch that asked for her to be her maid wasn't a deviant or a pervert. Otherwise, this once beautiful dancer of the night would have had no other option but to commit suicide.

However, now that she had fallen into the hands of the adepts, her fate was no longer in her control. Even death was far too extravagant for them.

Here, death wasn't the end, but the start of a different kind of torture!

"Faelin, are you doing well here?"

Snowlotus wasn't in a hurry to leave. Instead, she extended a white yet chilling right hand and caressed the elf lightly with her palm.

"Thanks to my lady, Faelin is doing very well!"

"That's good," A somewhat meaningful smile surfaced on Snowlotus' face: "Don't try and save those companions of yours again. Otherwise, even I won't be able to save you when you break the rules of the tower!"

Faelin's already freezing body trembled once again.

Here in this evil tower where adepts reigned supreme, the forest elves were no more than maids and toys that served and attended to them. Any forest elf that dared to rebel would not meet a good end. Punishment from the adepts would be getting off lightly. Severe offenses would be met with execution. That was before the body and soul of the offender was transformed into some sort of corpse princess that resembled undead creatures.

Ever since she became Lady Snowlotus' maid, Faelin had already witnessed three of her companions punished at the hands of the adepts and turned into cold and undead corpse princesses that could only obey orders. Even more tragic was seeing the souls of her three companions trapped within their original bodies through magic, forced to live a life of suffering every single day.

"My Lady, as long as you can help liberate my three companions from their suffering, I…I will forever obey you!" Faelin bit her frozen lips so forcefully that a streak of blood slowly dripped down her chin. However, Faelin seemed unaware of her wound and continued to prostrate herself before Snowlotus, even as she shivered.

"You still haven't understood yet!" Snowlotus shook her head as she spoke, her cold eyes without a trace of sympathy, "You are my property in the first place. What use is it to ask a wish of me? Moreover, those corpse princesses are the properties of other adepts. They are not things I can simply take away from them!"

"My Lady…"

"Enough!" Snowlotus rejected decisively, but her tone immediately softened, "However, recently I do have a magical experiment I need to do. I still lack a willing experimental subject. If you can suggest a qualified subject to me, I might be able to help you purchase them."

"I'm willing…I'm willing." Faelin abruptly lifted her lowered head, "My Lady, use me for the experiment, please! As long as you can liberate their souls, I am willing to become your experimental subject!"

"This experiment will hurt a great deal."

"I am not afraid!" Faelin's face was filled with determination and grit.

"Very well!" Snowlotus sighed, "Since you are so determined, I will give you a try! Your three companions will most definitely be liberated once the experiment is finished."

Having said that, Snowlotus walked into the tower without expression on her face.

Behind her, a single teardrop flowed down Faelin's determined eyes.

Sadly, the teardrop froze into a bead of ice before it even left her face, smashing against the cold floor of the balcony and shattering into a million pieces.

Eighth Floor of the White Tower. Magical Hall.

Meryl, who was surrounded by a large group of elven servants and magical golems, suddenly lifted her head and looked at Snowlotus, who had walked into the room. She couldn't help but laugh softly, "Lady Snowlotus, you've finally come! I was just thinking of discussing the matter of moving citizens into our lands with you."

Meanwhile, Old Fox Vanlier was also in a noble's butler attire. He was busy dealing with documents and messages. Seeing that the two witch ladies had something to talk about, he waved his hand, and the elven maids in the room promptly exited without a sound.