Maggie walked slowly down the corridor, and every paladin who passed by gave her the most formal knightly salute as a sign of respect.
She responded with a gentle and holy smile, treating everyone equally.
Having been led by the head maid last time, Maggie found Nesser's room with ease this time. In the courtyard, a beautiful and lovely elf was practicing magic, surrounded by lush green plants that glowed with a pale green light.
Butterflies and other rare animals from the royal city gathered around him, like an elf prince in a dreamlike forest, so beautiful that one dared not breathe, for fear of disturbing this exquisite scene.
A level nine magical talent means he has extraordinary learning ability and elemental affinity. As long as he extends his hand, wood elements will attach themselves to him without much effort.
The forest natives who sense his elven aura will gather around him; this is an innate advantage of the elves.
If it weren't for the elemental spirits, Maggie would only feel 'envy' towards Nesser.
Maggie had only stepped into the courtyard a few seconds ago when Nesser, like a wary fawn in the forest, suddenly looked up in her direction.
The moment he caught sight of her, Nesser's eyes lit up with intense joy.
"elder sister!"
Nesser's tone was full of joy, his emotions sincere and passionate, and his ruby-like eyes were filled with Maggie's reflection.
There's no need to rush.
Maggie smiled helplessly and reached out to hug Nesser, who was rushing towards him.
Nesser didn't say anything, but wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his face in them, and started to whine and act coquettishly.
"Sister, when are we leaving? The old man with the white beard keeps trying to tempt me to leave you."
He muttered something under his breath, and Maggie almost didn't hear him. When she heard him clearly, she burst out laughing.
"What, has the old man been teaching you magic lately?"
"Maggie asked softly."
She was somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected that the proud members of the Green Tower would teach Nesser magic after he rejected her. It was truly unexpected.
"Hmm... he will teach, so the old man is still a good person, right?"
Nesser's tone was conflicted and hesitant, and his slightly chubby face showed a cute, blank expression.
"Yes, he's a good person to Nesser."
Maggie didn't speak too definitively. There were significant differences among the factions within the Green Tower, and their attitudes toward life varied. She didn't know which faction the old man belonged to, so she didn't dare to directly say whether he was a good person or not.
However, since he was willing to teach Nesser, he was not a bad person in Nesser's eyes.
"Oh, so the older sisters are the bad guys?"
Nesser, drawing inferences from one instance to another, tilted his head and asked.
"Of course not."
Maggie was both amused and exasperated. Children see things in black and white; it seems she'll have to teach them properly in the future.
"How could I have been a bad person without even realizing it?"
Suddenly, a voice, aged yet slightly amused, came from not far away, and Maggie instantly perked up.
She looked up in the direction from which the sound came, her genuine smile fading slightly, replaced by an expression befitting a saint, one of compassion and holiness as if everything in the world deserved forgiveness.
As for Maggie's true thoughts, only she knows.
I am truly sorry that I did not know you were here.
Maggie nodded slightly and apologized to the old man who had walked out of the bushes in a respectful but not arrogant manner.
"No need. In terms of status, it should be this old man who greets the Holy Maiden."
The Green Tower is an academic organization, unlike the Temple of Light, which is a theocratic organization. They are usually not compared together, but the Holy Maiden of Light holds a special position, so the old man's words are not wrong.
"I admire Nesser's talent; if only he could join my Green Tower..."
The old man hadn't given up on taking Nesser as a student, and Maggie understood his meaning before he even finished speaking.
Maggie found it amusing. Did they think she was some kind of wicked woman who wouldn't let people go?
She simply followed Nesser's will.
"You'd be better off asking Nesser directly."
Maggie never makes decisions for others, nor does she want Nesser to hold a grudge against her because of it.
"All right."
Seeing this, the old man could only look at Nesser with regret. He figured that Nesser had repeatedly tried to get his consent during this time, but she hadn't agreed, so he had asked her again.
"However... I have a lost spell formula here. If you are interested, we can make a deal."
Maggie still coveted that drop of 'Night Blood' in the Green Tower, believing that magical knowledge would appeal to the old man more than wealth.
"Hmm? Spell formula?"
The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly surprised that Maggie would utter that word.
Ordinary mages might not even know the term 'spell formula'. Basic spells are sufficient for most mages' combat needs, and they don't care about bizarre or overly strange spells.
"However, its level is not high, only at the dust level. If you are interested, we can talk."
Maggie smiled and spoke softly to the old man.
Spell formulas, when used alone, have no function or meaning, but they play a powerful role in magic analysis.
Many incomplete magical spells were translated from ancient magical languages and calculated using numerous spell formulas, making each spell formula an important treasure for humanity.
Some spells cannot be used again because the spell formulas are missing and cannot be calculated.
Therefore, a lost spell formula would be an absolute temptation for an academic organization like the Green Shade Tower. If it weren't for the fact that the formula was only at the dust level, the old man would definitely have been so excited that he lost his composure.
"Which of my treasures at the Green Tower is Your Highness interested in?"
The old man narrowed his eyes, his gaze scrutinizing.
"Blood of the Night".
Maggie remained calm and stated her purpose directly.
"Blood of the Night?"
The old man, who had been on guard, was taken aback. He seemed surprised that Maggie asked for so little and thought she would ask for an exorbitant amount.
Although 'Night Blood' originated from the progenitor of vampires and is of a very high danger level, there are quite a few 'Night Blood' left on the continent of Coral, and few people have ever researched its other uses.
To date, research on 'Night Blood' remains at a very superficial level, with virtually no significant impact.
Exchanging a drop of 'Night Blood' for a micro-level spell formula is, if not a huge profit, at least a double profit.
"how?"
Maggie smiled slightly and asked in return in a calm tone.
So far, she has only failed with Ulysses; she has succeeded in achieving all her other goals.
"If Her Highness's spell formulas are truly not recorded in the Green Shade Tower, then I agree to the deal."
The old man didn't hesitate for long before quickly agreeing.
"It's a pleasure to work with you."
Maggie politely lifted her skirt to bow, a perfect smile playing on her lips.
The complete catalog of spell formulas records the total number of spell formulas: 72 at the dust level, 64 at the starlight level, 48 at the moonlight level, 24 at the radiant sun level, 12 at the trajectory level, and 6 at the cosmic level.
Currently, humanity has only collected about half of all the spell formulas; most of them have been lost.
The universal-level spell formula is the foundation of forbidden spells; without even one complete forbidden spell, it cannot be calculated.
The number of incomplete forbidden spells is more than twice the number of known complete forbidden spells.
And Maggie.....
She knew an entire book of spell formulas; that's the power of someone who's read a comic book dozens of times and remembered it all perfectly.
This is one of the reasons why Maggie dares to say she can survive.
If Maggie were selling a world-class spell formula today, she might be able to buy a quarter of the continent of Coral.
However, it's more likely that...
Before they could even sell it, they were arrested and severely tortured.
This is the tragedy of having no power. Maggie knew this all along, which is why she only brought out a dust-level spell formula.
The old man would only assume that she had seen one of the formulas by chance, and would never suspect that she possessed all the spell formulas.
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