Chapter 8

When Mana lifted the lid of the last teapot, there was no fragrance, not even a wisp of steam.

However, this extremely ordinary tea suddenly made Mora stand up, his eyes filled with excitement as he looked at the greenish-yellow tea.

The look of excitement was certainly not an act.

Mora focused intently on the liquid in his teacup, so much so that he didn't even notice that his sudden movement had knocked the chair behind him to the ground.

Anger's confusion reached its peak at this moment. Why did Mora react so strongly to the Morning Dew after Rain? Could he see that the Morning Dew after Rain came from another world?

Just as Anger was puzzled, Mora slowly poured the Morning Dew after Rain into his mouth along the rim of the cup, cautiously and solemnly.

Mora's movements were very solemn, as if he carried an aura that made the originally lively atmosphere suddenly quiet.

Leon wanted to say something, but inexplicably felt it was better to remain silent at this moment.

The silence didn't last long. When Mora closed his eyes and began to savor the aftertaste of the tea, a mysterious aura emanated from him.

This aura was astonishing, making everyone suddenly pause. Then they discovered that they could no longer speak.

No matter how hard they tried to speak, they couldn't make any sound. It was as if they had entered a world of absolute silence!

The inability to speak was only temporary; something even more terrifying followed.

Mora suddenly opened his eyes, took a crystal ball from his robe, and placed it in the air. After muttering a few words, a flash of light appeared. In the next few seconds, they not only couldn't speak, but their movements were also restrained.

"Using this low-level magic plant, my mental power is about to break through the barrier. To avoid any accidents during the breakthrough, I have cast a binding spell and a silence barrier on all of you. Once I break through, I will naturally release you." Mora's voice was low and hoarse, with a strange resonance at the end.

After Mora finished speaking, he didn't care about the others' reactions and closed his eyes directly, with the crystal ball continuing to orbit around him.

The people who were restrained, including Earl Eaton and others, were initially a bit uncomfortable but quickly regained their composure. Anger and Leon, however, were much more panicked.

The two brothers, from birth to now, had never experienced any supernatural phenomena, and they had even once thought that the world was just as they saw it. But today, at this moment, Mora's magical and mysterious techniques shattered the worldview they had built since childhood.

To accept what was happening before their eyes without any preparation, it was strange that they could remain calm!

The binding spell made them unable to move, and the silence barrier made them unable to speak, but this did not stop their thoughts.

In the silent barrier, after the initial panic, Anger slowly calmed down.

His pupils, which had been dilated, returned to their normal size.

At this moment, he saw Aileen sitting opposite him, giving him a reassuring smile and silently saying, "Don't worry."

Anger was taken aback and instinctively returned a smile.

Suddenly, Aileen's face turned rosy, and her eyes darted around, not knowing where to look.

Anger didn't think much of it, assuming Aileen was shy because others were staring at her. He decided to follow Earl Eaton's example and closed his eyes calmly.

"Is this the magic, sorcery, or divine art from the strange stories my mentor told? Or is it just an illusion? But aren't these all fabricated? Could they really appear in reality?" A series of questions swirled in Anger's mind, refusing to go away and without any answers.

He recalled the historical records of nearby countries that his mentor had compiled, where many countries' histories contained fantastical elements. For example, in the Golden Finch Empire, eight hundred years ago, a fire-breathing dragon appeared in the Mosang Valley on the empire's border, threatening the people. The king called for brave warriors to slay the dragon; countless soldiers, military personnel, and knights responded to the call and rushed to the dragon's location. However, before they could get close, they were burned to ashes by the dragon's fiery breath.

The dragon-slaying campaign lasted several years, with hundreds of thousands of brave warriors dying, but the dragon remained unscathed.

Just as the king decided to seal off the area within a thousand miles of the dragon, a white-robed old man floating in the sky happened to pass by the Mosang Valley. He simply waved his magic wand, and the dragon was pulled into an unknown space... Then the white-robed old man left without a word. The historical records state that the dragon-slaying campaign began in tragedy and ended in absurdity.

Jon's commentary on this historical record was: "The emperor's art of governance, using myths to pacify the people."

Anger used to think the same, but at this moment, doubt arose in his heart. Perhaps that white-robed old man was like Mora, also a person with magical powers?

Moreover, in the historical records of the Helan Kingdom, there were several mentions of the Sea Goddess enriching the islanders or mermaids luring sailors to their doom... Not just the Golden Finch Empire and the Helan Kingdom, but many countries' historical records contained traces of mythology.

Could all of these be fabrications?

Anger's heart began to tilt.

...

Mora's breakthrough of the barrier did not take long, about the time it took for a small quartz sand timer to flip once, which would be 30 minutes in Earth's calculation.

The crystal ball slowly descended from its orbiting guard position and quietly hovered beside Mora.

Mora's expression was filled with joy! How could he not be happy? He had been stuck at the intermediate apprentice level for nearly 20 years, thinking he would never break through to the advanced apprentice level. He had reluctantly taken on the task of recruitment, returning to the Old Land to find talented individuals. When he accepted this task, he remembered his bitter smile in the mirror. Finding talented individuals? Ha, there were hardly any in the Source Plane, let alone in the Old Land.

With a disheartened mood, he boarded the ship to the Old Land, expecting nothing but thorns and despair ahead.

But! Heaven was merciful, and he never expected that this trip, which he thought would be unbearably dull, would bring him such a great surprise!

First, he found two talented individuals, who were also his grandchildren. This not only allowed him to exceed his task, but once Allen and Aileen grew up, they could help him in return.

Then, he discovered an unknown low-level magic plant in the Old Land! When he tasted the Morning Dew after Rain from a merchant, he immediately realized that this tea could subtly rival the White Laurel potion.

The White Laurel potion was the only one among low-level potions with the ability to break through barriers, making it extremely valuable. He had diligently worked on tasks for years to obtain a bottle of White Laurel potion. But... he found the Morning Dew after Rain in the Old Land.

Unfortunately, the Morning Dew after Rain from the merchant had been stored for too long, severely reducing its effectiveness. After inquiring about its origin, they rushed to Gru Town...

This was fate! This was destiny!

Mora, who successfully broke through the barrier, finally understood why some wizard apprentices liked to wander in dangerous ruins. Because as long as they found a bit of fate, they had hope for advancement!