Chapter 452 Temporary Teammate Iben
On February 15th, both Aiwass and Isabel took leave.
Many students asked for leave on this day.
Because school started after the New Year, it was already the second semester of the Royal Law University.
This semester was short, with a heavy workload, at just under three months. Starting in mid-April, Royal Law University would have a two-week spring break—and once school resumed on May 1st, the third semester would begin, dedicated to internships, labs, certifications, and exams.
The third semester starts on May 1st and lasts until mid-to-late July, and then the summer vacation starts again on September 1st.
By the third semester, students with Extraordinary professional levels had internship privileges, and certification exams also required Extraordinary professional levels. Those at the first level could definitely find a job, but the salary wouldn't be a big deal. With the exception of a few professions like priests and botanists, other professions were essentially unable to do anything at the first level.
The Overseer could create lightning flashes while punching, the Mage could cast a few spells that were certainly less powerful than a pistol, the Alchemist couldn't conjure anything, and the Bard could perhaps add some weak positive or negative effects to his songs, but these only worked against Level 1 or ordinary people at best. Most Transcendents at Level 1 couldn't defeat multiple strong, weapon-wielding ordinary people.
On the other hand, even a priest at the first level could still offer some healing. Therefore, the graduation requirements for seminaries were much more relaxed, not even requiring the mastery of blessing.
At least at the second energy level, one can be considered a true transcendent. At this level, unless they are ambushed or sniped, ordinary people, even in large numbers, will find it difficult to harm a transcendent who is skilled in combat.
Official supervisors of the Supervisory Bureau and priests in churches are basically at this level.
For those students nearing graduation who are still stuck at Level 9, the second semester is their last chance to advance to the second level. Considering only the Full Moon Ceremony, there are only three chances to advance—and each time there is a one-third chance of being eliminated.
Aiwass is a freshman, and few of his classmates ask for leave.
Isabel is a grade higher than Aiwass, and seven or eight students in her class have already asked for leave.
Even after becoming the Queen of Avalon, Isabelle still attended university classes on time - something that would have been almost impossible before.
For safety reasons, every king and queen of Avalon rarely leaves the Palace of Silver and Tin after ascending the throne.
If they needed to study, professors were usually invited to go directly to the palace for private lessons.
Isabel's genuine and natural approach to the people undoubtedly makes her a special case.
Her classmates and teachers were initially worried, nervous and scared, but soon adjusted to the now much more cheerful young queen.
They saw this peculiar situation as a sign of the difference between the "Path of Beauty" and the "Path of Authority." After all, before Isabelle, all the monarchs of Avalon had been "Knight Kings" of the Path of Authority. Only she was the "King of Art" of the Path of Beauty.
The result was that the friends that Isabel had once longed for but could not obtain, now that her heart was complete and she no longer longed for them, appeared in large numbers...
Now that Aiwass resided permanently in the Temple of Silver and Tin, his status and position were different from before. Naturally, he no longer needed to personally prepare the promotion ceremony. Osborne and Iben, the two veteran ritualists, prepared the promotion ceremonies for Isabel and Aiwass respectively.
Isabel went to the safer underground ritual room, while Aiwass prepared the ritual directly in his bedroom.
"Thank you, teacher."
Aiwass thanked Ibn sincerely.
Iben just smiled slightly and reached out to touch his white goatee.
Compared to a few months ago, Ibn's curly hair has become thinner, and his oily green pupils have become more cloudy and dim, gradually changing towards the color of black jade, like ink spreading in a green pond.
He was obviously not in a good mental state and was not in a very good mood.
"Have you prepared the Dream-Intoxicating Tincture? You'll need it to advance to the fourth energy level. Otherwise, you'll be easily woken up by the severe pain... That would be too dangerous and a shame."
Ibn asked with concern, pulling out a small, round box the size of a cooling oil, wrapped tightly in oil paper. "If you don't have any, use mine. Don't worry, I haven't used this one yet. It's intact."
For ordinary people, just one lick of the Dream-Intoxicating Tincture is enough to be effective. Because of this, some low-level transcendents without money would buy some second-hand Dream-Intoxicating Tincture that had been licked by others to stabilize their dreams.
But for the extraordinary people who are undergoing the promotion ceremony, a whole box must be used up at a time.
Aiwass paused for a moment, then took the box of Dream-Intoxicating Tincture. Sure enough, it had a yellow crescent moon with a human face, and the production date "1898-06-024" was marked below.
It’s from the batch half a year ago, so it’s still new.
Aiwass looked at his ritual teacher Iben in surprise: "Teacher, when did you buy this?"
"Just a few months ago, after I met you," Iben sighed, "I originally wanted to use it myself."
"……original?"
"Then I thought about it. I'm already this old... so I'd better forget it. I probably won't get promoted."
Iben smiled nonchalantly: "There's no point in wasting things, I might as well give them to you."
Aiwass looked into Eben's eyes.
In the eyes of this foreign old man, Aiwass saw a faint, flickering flame. The flame was so faint, as if it were an illusion... like gazing at the sun and then looking away, the sunlight leaving an indelible mark on the bottom of the pupil.
——That was a well-hidden fire of anger.
He suddenly understood why after he got to know himself.
To be precise, it must have been after he revealed the name of the demonologist who controlled the Iron Hook Demon and killed his parents... Ibn could no longer bear the anger and hatred in his heart, so he went to buy a dose of Dream Tincture.
He was still too weak after all.
After his life became settled, he lost the desire to excel and was unable to advance again.
Ibn is a ritualist, not a "great wizard." This means he is only at the third level.
The first advancement is from level three to level four, and at the fourth level, the extraordinary ability will undergo a qualitative change.
If Ibn returned to the ancient Parthian Empire at the third energy level, he would most likely be unable to do anything. He would have to become a great wizard to do anything.
Understanding what Iben was thinking, Aiwass pushed back the drunken tincture without hesitation.
"—I still have a copy, Sensei. Sir Hermes gave it to me as a gift."
Aiwass showed off the Drunken Dream Tincture on his chest and said, "With my current status, I wouldn't be short of such a thing... Not to mention, the Moriarty family is not short of money to begin with."
He looked at Ibn and whispered a name: "Aziz ibn Abdul... You should not have forgotten this person's name.
"I think if you have a grudge, it's better to take revenge yourself. You won't have to entrust it to me before you die."
Aiwass directly predicted Iben's actions.
"...But you're going to let an old man like me cross the desert?"
Ibn was also somewhat helpless, and said frankly, "I've actually thought about it. After hearing the news about that guy from you, I thought about it for a long time. But in the end, I still felt that I might not be able to cross the desert."
"That's in the past, Sensei."
Aiwass shook his head and said, "If you really want to go back to the ancient Parthia, I can ask the goblins to take you there.
"The goblins have always had contact with those 'good masters.' They purchase slaves such as humans, elves, half-elves, and lizardmen from the good masters, as well as large quantities of gold and treasures. In turn, the good masters regularly purchase large quantities of trolls from the goblins. They must have a fixed, unknown trading channel.
"The only problem lies with you—do you have the confidence to advance at such an advanced age?"
Aiwass looked at Ibn, his eyes flickering with a faint purple flame. His tone was gentle, not forceful. "I won't stop you, no matter how dangerous this advancement may be for you. Transcending one's own lifespan and aging is also a form of transcendence... But I can assure you, regardless of whether you choose to advance this time, or whether you succeed, I can send someone to send you back to the ancient Parthian Empire."
"I will also tell Her Majesty that she will let you go."
Hearing this, Ibn looked at Aiwas for a long time, his eyes turning from cloudy to sharp, and then from sharp to soft.
The old man sighed helplessly.
"...Now that you've said this, if I back down, how can I still be your teacher? It would be embarrassing."
Ibn's mouth corners rose slightly, and he took Zuimengting back into his arms with his trembling, skinny hands.
Although he was complaining, a faint purple light appeared again in his cloudy and dim eyes.
He patted the Drunken Dream Tincture on his chest and took the initiative to invite, "Want to join us tonight, Aiwass? I'll go back and perform another ceremony in my own bedroom."
"If you come with us, the difficulty may increase."
Aiwass warned.
"I know what you're thinking, but don't be afraid. I'm your teacher."
Ibn replied nonchalantly, "As long as the rejection path isn't completely repeated, the absence ritual won't be triggered. Your Majesty and Sherlock don't necessarily have to cooperate with me... If the two of us diverge from each other's rejection paths and ensure they are completely different, we can ensure there won't be an absence this time."
"—Don't worry, Aiwass. It's okay for me to act alone... I trust the self-preservation ability of a seventy-year-old ritualist."
“…That’s fine.”
Aiwass sighed, somewhat relieved—at least the teacher was cheering up. He just needed to help out and keep an eye on things.
If Iben was a transcendent from another path, Aiwass would never let him touch such a dangerous thing.
But the situation is different now.
——Teacher Iben is a transcendent after all.
If the transcendent lost the courage to transcend, and died a mediocre death on a hospital bed, what kind of painful self-torture would that be... Although Aiwass had not experienced it, he could guess a little. Therefore, when Iben proposed this dangerous idea of "revenge", Aiwass did not stop him, but instead offered to help.
For others, this might be controversial—but for those who transcend, the decline of the soul is more painful than the torture of the body. It is a denial of one's entire life so far.
So Aiwass asked Lily to take out a bottle of the best red wine from the room, opened it and poured himself a glass.
"This remaining bottle is for you. Remember which path I chose."
Aiwass laughed and poured all of his Dream Intoxication into the wine.
As a tincture, this is the correct way to consume it.
While waiting for it to dissolve, Aiwass picked up the burning vanilla stick and chanted the spell of the full moon ceremony.
"Six, bless me!"
He spoke loudly, touching the six ritual crystals in turn with the vanilla stick.
"Sand Clock, Candle Master, Great Master, Silver Crown Dragon, Twin Mirrors, Snake Father...
"——I follow the way of the candle."
Aiwass declared solemnly.
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