Albert?
The name is familiar.
Li Aili thought for a moment, and realized that the Duke's brother seemed to have this name...
Wasn't that person... already dead?
He seemed to casually raise his head and glance at the two-part floating island that was firmly suspended in the sky.
“Tsk, there are flies everywhere,” Albert said cryptically.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the disheveled old mage teleported down.
When he saw that Li Aili's eyes were red, he was about to say something when he saw Albert not far away.
The man is a little over 1.8 meters tall.
That military uniform and sash seemed completely out of place on the relaxed beach.
Li Aili is trying to use alchemical potions to resolve the possibility of the floating island cracking.
Or, regarding the repair of the floating island, you could ask an arcane mage.
Hmm, this method works. So she blew her bird whistle, called Little Blue, and quickly wrote a letter.
Then give it to Little Blue and ask it to deliver it to Grand Archmage O'Neill of the Arcane Research Institute.
When Li Aili looked up, she saw Macaron looking at the gentlemanly and polite Albert in horror.
"N-I won't die..."
Albert simply snapped his fingers.
White seashells from the sand gathered together and were cast into a gleaming white high-backed chair.
He sat in a high-backed chair with his long legs crossed. "Oh, my matter isn't urgent. You guys talk first."
Li Aili said, "Don't worry about the floating island. We will take full responsibility."
Mentioning the floating island macarons reminded me of the important matter I had to attend to.
But he was hampered by the presence of an undead being watching him, whose true nature he couldn't fathom...
Macaron cut to the chase and asked directly, "Do you have a magic contract on you?"
Li Aili was taken aback.
The only magical contract she was bound to was the 'divorce contract'.
In Albert's eyes, a vibrant green flame of his soul flickered.
The atmosphere around them instantly dropped ten degrees, and Macaron's teeth suddenly chattered.
"Is that contract invalid?"
"I'll set it up for you, I guarantee it'll work immediately, okay?"
Li Aili: "..." She looked up at the floating island in the sky that had split into two halves.
You came all this way, and almost lost an entire island, just for this?
However, it is true that it would have been more advantageous for me to have that contract taken effect.
only……
Li Aili glanced at Albert, who was sitting smilingly in the high-backed chair, looking at her intently.
"Is there anything I can do for you here?"
Albert smiled and said, "No rush."
Li Aili thought this person had come to persuade her to go back, but she didn't expect...
Immediately, her impression of Albert improved.
Li Aili took out a magic scroll. "Here it is."
As Macaron received the scroll, Little Blue flew back.
The little blue bird circled once and then landed.
Li Aili retrieved the Great Arcanist's reply from behind the little bird.
In just a short while, the magic contract that had been handed over emitted a dazzling and brilliant magical light.
The contract is now in effect.
The parchment that carried the contract turned into tiny wisps of light and dissipated.
This signifies the official end of the marriage.
Even the Church of Light, which forbids believers from divorcing, tacitly approved of this outcome.
As Li Aili watched the light slowly rise into the sky, she felt a profound emptiness in her heart.
Hmm... she felt she should be happy that her goal had been achieved.
Why can't I feel happy?
At this moment, Albert, sitting in his high-backed chair, looked at the points of light and said cryptically:
"You know, Ellie, even though we're separated by a great distance."
The other half of the contract is also able to sense everything happening here.
Li Aili: "..."
Albert smiled and said nothing more.
Li Aili retracted her previous idea.
Albert is nothing like the Duke of Pomegranate.
The pomegranate's laughter is unrestrained and carefree.
And this one.
"Aren't you going to look at the letter in your hand?" Albert kindly reminded him.
Li Aili unfolded the letter in her hand.
I remember you; you were that elf's friend.
Ha, it's perfectly normal for a mage's floating island to crack, isn't it?
Look at those 'fakes' that the magician made, what kind of things are they?
They would simply choose a piece of land and then recite a levitation spell.
Can that 'big lump of earth' built with the magic of a sorcerer compare to our floating island created with arcane power?
Li Aili: "..." Skipping 3000 words of comparison and criticism.
We've finally found a satisfactory solution.
Floating islands have shattered before.
You should ask that monk to take a look at how his 'shameless' predecessors did it.
If the mage's floating island splits into two of equal size, then it should be renamed Twin Islands.
The two unevenly sized pieces are called 'Sun and Moon Island'.
If it splits into four or more, it's called an 'Aerial Islands', ha! ha! ha!
Archipelago!!
Li Aili: "..."
Of course, if those mages wish to restore the Sky Island.
It's not impossible, if those mages can swallow their pride.
You should have him come and discuss the price with me!
Li Aili: "..."
Then, she lost her grip, and the letter was blown away by the 'wind'.
As luck would have it, the letter landed on Macaron's face.
Li Aili glanced at someone who was smiling, but whose patience was clearly running out.
"I can handle the money..."
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