In the end, Ash did not contract Quentin.
It was not because Ash insisted, but because Nance brought the news in time, saying that Ash and Sigourney had already had a contract, and that the contract was extremely overbearing and would never allow Ash to contract with anyone else.
Just like when Fairy in the Crimson Throne wanted to put a handcuff on Ash, the contract embedded in the handcuff was directly shattered and destroyed.
With Nance's words as a basis and Ash's own firm will, Quentin was knocked unconscious by Sigourney, put on a rope with the levitation spell, and was pulled back to the third wizard tower by Ash to be dealt with.
After returning to the third wizard tower, Quentin was handed over to Sigourney, who took him into his care.
Ash went to the astrology observatory alone. After a whole day of classes, he saw and heard countless information, which filled his brain. Even he felt tired.
He wanted to go to the astronomical observatory and take a look at the vast starry sky. That might help him calm down, sort out his complicated thoughts, and think about the problems that troubled him.
When he got onto the astronomical platform, he saw a familiar figure.
"Mr. Nance?"
"Ash." The old man standing on the astronomical platform, looking up at the night sky, turned his head slightly and smiled at him, "You're back? Nothing serious happened, right?"
Something went wrong?
Ash suddenly remembered what happened in the academy. If Sigourney hadn't put the gloves on him in time, things might have become very troublesome.
He suddenly realized something, walked to Nance, and said in a daze: "Could it be that Mr. Nance knew about this in advance and let Sigourney..."
Nance waved his hand, looked at the twinkling stars, and sighed: "The star tracks have been particularly chaotic recently. I only 'saw' that you might encounter setbacks, but I can't see what exactly you will encounter at all - this era is quite unfriendly to us astrologers." As he spoke, his eyes fell on Ash again, and he added with mixed feelings in his heart, of course, Ash, you are an exception.
"It just so happens that Sigourney was invited by the academy to escort magical creatures today. I asked him to look after you more." Nance was quite curious about the things he failed to predict. "So, what happened?"
Are you facing a crisis of identity exposure?
When I thought about it this way, I suddenly realized how critical and dangerous it was.
Ash tried to organize his words, but his speech was still dry, as if he had turned a story book with a tense plot and a tense atmosphere into a serious and rigid history book.
Nance was very considerate and showed expressions of worry, nervousness and relief at the right times, which was very supportive.
After Ash finished speaking, Nance looked at Ash steadily, as if he was looking at something incredible. Until Ash became confused by his gaze, he exhaled and smiled with relief: "Sigourney, he is always paying attention to you."
Ash: "Hmm?"
Nance coughed lightly, and like an old father who was afraid that his child would be alone and was eager to sell his child to Amway, he began to explain to Ash the secretly considerate and gentle heart of Sigourney behind today's events (→Nance's perspective).
He said that he only told Sigourney that Ash would encounter some setbacks in the evening, but he couldn't tell what they were. He might get involved in someone else's fight, or he might accidentally eat something poisonous... There are countless accidents in the world, and misfortunes can happen at any time.
"Sigourney, I don't know when or what will happen. I can only keep an eye on you and judge what you might encounter."
"That's why we were able to be one step ahead and make predictions and preparations before Shara even took out the crystal ruler."
Ash nodded. He put on gloves in advance, which perfectly avoided the crisis of identity exposure.
Nance suddenly changed the subject.
"Do you know why Shara treats magical creatures in that way?"
Ash shook his head.
"Because when she was young, her husband and children died in an attack by magical creatures." Nance sighed, "Since then, she has become the mortal enemy of magical creatures."
Ash was stunned.
"So, Sharla has a very good nose. She can find any magical creature in the crowd no matter how deeply it hides. Ash, you are in the wizard academy, studying under Sharla's nose. She may find out something at any time. Once she suspects you, it won't be long before you are completely exposed."
"There are other ways to avoid being exposed this time. You don't necessarily have to rely on the gloves," Nance said. "But Sigourney helped you put on the gloves, and you picked up the crystal ruler in front of her—"
He said confidently: "When Xiala sees this scene with her own eyes, she will subconsciously regard you as a human being, and it will be difficult for her to doubt you in the future."
He praised: "She is very good at dealing with the situation in the dark. In a short period of time, Sigourney chose the best way to deal with it."
Ash listened to Nance's bragging and his expression became serious. He only knew that Sigourney helped him successfully overcome the crisis of identity exposure, but he didn't know that Sigourney had already taken into account the great threat of Shara, and thus eliminated and reduced the possibility of his identity being exposed in the future.
"Isn't that impressive?" Nance asked with a smile.
Ash nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"
Nance couldn't help but raise his hand and rub Ash's head. He was such a lovely boy. No wonder Sigourney cared so much about him.
Nans felt sour in his heart. He had raised Sigourney for so many years, but he had never received such care from her. Especially -
He looked at Ash's hands subtly, "Hey, he gave all this to you."
Ash clasped his hands together gently, and felt only his own body temperature, as if there was no barrier of gloves at all. But he was absolutely sure that the gloves were real, and Sigourney had put them on him one by one.
He hummed softly, his eyes curved.
Even though Nance felt sad, he still followed his father's instructions and continued to sell them: "He used to wear these shoes himself. He only has one pair. They are of great significance to him and are of extraordinary value. I always thought he would keep them for himself. I didn't expect he would give them away."
Gave it to you.
Nance conveyed the difficulty of all this with his eyes.
His goal was well achieved. Ash stared at his hands in a daze, thinking more deeply than Nance thought.
You wear this to disguise your identity, right? Disguise yourself as a human.
He remembered that Sigourney had an identity badge of a black-robed wizard. Sigourney had sneaked into the Wizard Association as a human and obtained the badge by using this pair of gloves, right?
Now, by handing him the gloves, is that giving him the opportunity to disguise himself as a human?
Recalling the disgusted look on Sigourney's face when he wanted to return the gloves to her on the way back - "Give me something you used? Do you think I will wear it again?"
Ash was so lost in thought that he couldn't even consciously mutter what he was thinking.
Nance laughed when he heard that. "Ash, do you know where these gloves came from?" He laughed so gracefully that his white hair fluttered. "We took them off the hands of a dead lich in the ancient ruins."
He looked around and lowered his voice like a thief: "After taking it off and identifying the function of the gloves, didn't he just wash it and put it on?"
He didn't even mind the corrupted lich corpse at the beginning, but now he minded it because it was used by Ash.
Tsk tsk tsk, without him, Sigourney would probably be single for the rest of her life - this is what Nance, who has been single for almost her entire life, thought.
Ash touched the antique silver bracelet on his wrist with his gloved fingertips and murmured softly, "I will cherish it."
"Its name is 'Lamp'," Nance told him. "You don't need to keep it as a treasure. You have to wear it all the time. The power of wizards' rules is integrated into their spirits, and the power of magical creatures' rules is integrated into their blood. Your hands will come into contact with countless objects in the wizarding world in the future. If you don't isolate the power of your blood, you might encounter something like the Crystal Ruler, which will expose your identity."
As he spoke, he sighed again in his heart. He had actually prepared temporary gloves for Ash - they were made based on the "Dengming" gloves, and their effectiveness could only last for a few days and needed to be replaced constantly.
Now that the original items are in Ash's hands, those temporary substitutes are naturally useless.
The light is on. Ash silently called out the name in his heart, nodded seriously, and took note of Nance's words.
"Okay, let's not talk about that brat Sigourney." Nance regained his elegant and wise appearance, and looked down at Ash gently, "Did you come to the astrology station because of something that bothered you? If you want, can you tell me about it?"
Ash was stunned. He had come to the astrology station to calm down and sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind. But after coming here and talking with Nance for a while, his mood had calmed down.
The problem that had been bothering him seemed to be loosening up. What should he do? Suddenly, fragmented and unformed ideas gradually came to his mind.
The vastness of the night sky makes one suddenly realize how small one is. The darkness is so deep that it seems as if everything is silent, and the voice of one's heart becomes clearly audible.
In an instant, he thought of Duogu Village invaded by the black ships, the Broken River Plains planted with throne flags, the prosperous Stone Castle, the seriously injured elf lying outside the wizard tower and Brent holding the elf tightly, the deserted Familio Manor, the two attacks by the Camarilla, the Academy's Magic Materials Management Office and Shara...
The past, like a revolving lantern, revolved before his eyes.
The last scene freezes on a summer night, on a colorful stage, a wonderful play is being performed, telling the story of how humans resist monsters, gain power, and rebuild their homes. He stands under the stage, in the dark, with an evil wizard in front of him, but he is not afraid. Because behind the wizard, there is a beautiful young man, holding a sharp blade, walking step by step in the moonlight and starlight.
The unformed thoughts in my mind gradually came together and formed a not very clear idea.
"Thank you, Lord Nance." Ash looked at the sea of stars and said slowly, "I think I have figured out what I can do."
Nance leaned forward with interest. "Will I have the honor to listen?"
Ash pursed his lips sheepishly and nodded.
Then Nance heard the young man's low but firm voice, saying words that made him surprised and sigh.
The boy said:
I'm not here to end the hatred between humans and magical creatures.
This is absolutely impossible.
There is irreconcilable hatred between people and between magical creatures, not to mention between different races.
It's difficult to understand each other.
For the sake of interests, ambitions, dignity, freedom, or anything else, there will always be disputes, fights, and even wars.
I just want magical creatures to not be exploited and oppressed. I just want humans to not bow down before powerful magical creatures.
I want to build such a territory.
Whether human or magical creature, everyone can live freely and happily in it according to their own wishes.
No need to worry about being captured or killed one day.
I can't resolve the hatred of the past.
I am not qualified to resolve other people's hatred.
I just hope that I can allow every life that wants to live a good life to live well in my territory.
He said something very arrogant again. He was not even an apprentice wizard yet. Ash lowered his head in embarrassment, tugging at his robe with his fingertips: "Sir Nance, I don't know if I am right to think this way. But this is all I can think of now."
Nance took a breath and let it out slowly.
The boy who walked out of the Broken River Plain, like a blank sheet of paper, has he grown to this extent in such a short time? He looked at Ash with complicated eyes and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only said two short sentences.
"Don't worry, Ash. The stars will guide you," he said. "You can do more than this."
"What do you think, Sigourney?" Nance looked toward the entrance to the observatory.
Sigourney was leaning there, her eyes fixed on Ash with the same complicated look.
He didn't know how long he stood there, quietly without making any sound, as if he had blended into the night.
Hearing Nance's question at this moment, he rarely responded directly, but said to Ash in a calm tone: "I'll wait and see, Ash Alwin."
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