Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 868 - 31 Different People_2

Chapter 868: Chapter 31 Different People_2

Chapter 868 -31 Different People_2

“Yes, Great-Grandfather.”

Jasmine responded with a tremble, then hastily but cautiously took small steps to leave.

Once she was far away, Jasmine gasped for air and used witchcraft to calm herself down.

Even after her heart rate and breathing stabilized, Jasmine still couldn’t feel at ease.

She still had to deliver a message to those Mitchells.

And she had no idea what fate would befall her after delivering it.

With a heart full of unease, Jasmine arrived at the meeting place designated by those Mitchells.

Strangely enough, those Mitchells had already guessed that Great Sage Mitchell would not kill her for her somewhat presumptuous inquiries.

Where did this confidence come from?

Jasmine had her suspicions but dared not think too deeply about it.

Being a foolish pawn seemed more suitable for survival.

The more you know, the more trouble you have, the more danger you face.

“How did it go?”

Just as Jasmine arrived at the designated spot, a Level Eight Great Sage with a face very similar to Great Sage Mitchell’s inquired.

Between those known publicly and those in the shadows, the Mitchell family now boasted a Level Nine Great Sage and two Level Eight Great Sages.

Both in terms of high-end strength and overall power, they were stronger than Ravensmouth College.

A pity how times had changed.

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This Level Eight Great Sage was from the third generation of the Mitchell family.

By blood relation and seniority, he was Great Sage Mitchell’s own grandson but had now become the leader of the “double-hearted” Mitchells.

Jasmine, who revered Great Sage Mitchell, naturally held the same regard for this Level Eight Great Sage.

She didn’t dare delay and quickly relayed the exact words of Great Sage Mitchell.

She even imitated his tone.

After repeating the message, Jasmine nervously awaited the reaction of the Level Eight Great Sage.

It would be best not to be sent as a messenger again.

It was simply too stimulating, too dangerous.

If she inadvertently angered either side, she would have nowhere to be buried when she died.

“That’s enough, you may go now.”

A light wave from the third-generation Level Eight Great Sage granted Jasmine a reprieve as if she had been pardoned.

“Thank you, Great Sage.”

Jasmine didn’t dare linger and bolted away swiftly.

The assembled Mitchells harboring second thoughts were all silent, waiting for their leader to speak up and take a stand.

Were they to “rein in at the edge of the cliff” and rededicate themselves to the greater interests of the Tower of the Great Sage Mitchell, to “cut losses” and neither defect nor make an effort but simply lay low, or to “sever righteousness from kinship” and fully switch allegiance to the Supreme Council to expose Great Sage Mitchell’s conspiratorial plans?

It was all dependent on the whim of the third-generation Level Eight Great Sage.

At a time when the Mitchell family faced a crisis of division within the Tower of Great Sage Mitchell, Link, who had been idle, finally had something to do.

Dean Frist rushed back to the Secret Base of Ravensmouth College and took Link to a certain place.

After coming to the Parallel Universe, the always elusive and seemingly vanished Lotson Grande had sent an invitation to meet.

When Link and Dean Frist arrived at the agreed location, Lotson had already been waiting for a while.

At Lotson’s side was a person who was obviously from the Immortal God Civilization World.

This person’s energy was weak, equivalent to a Third-class wizard apprentice of the wizard civilization, quite ordinary.

The only notable thing was this person’s appearance, which was almost identical to Link’s.

Even their height and body shape were the same.

If this person were to dress as a wizard, especially in the standard wizard’s attire from the Junior Division of Ravensmouth College, and claim to be Third-class Wizard Apprentice Stage Link Grande, nobody would suspect a thing.

Upon seeing this person for the first time, Link had a very peculiar feeling.

It was as though this person was another himself.

No!

Not another himself, but a counterpart from a Parallel Universe!

“Explain?”

Link pressed down the strange feeling in his heart and looked toward his own blood brother, the reincarnated Mysterious Saint Wizard, Lotson Grande.

A reincarnate should act the part of a reincarnate.

Except when discussing serious matters, Lotson Grande mostly behaved in a way that matched his outward age.

Like now, facing Link’s question, Lotson shrugged his shoulders with a childish pout, “There’s nothing much to explain. I just wandered around following my instincts and stumbled upon this person.”

As he spoke, Lotson recreated the scene of his encounter with the person with a wave of his hand.

In the light screen that formed out of nowhere, Lotson disguised himself as a person from the Immortal God Civilization and was strolling in the homeland of the Immortal God Civilization World.

Or rather, it seemed like a stroll, but he was actually looking for something.

Both Link and Dean Frist noticed this, but neither of them pointed it out and quietly watched the light screen.

As Lotson walked, he suddenly encountered this person, who seemed very likely to be Link’s counterpart from a Parallel Universe.

After replaying the scene of the chance meeting and the process of bringing this person here, Lotson turned his head with a crooked smile, revealing a mischievously charming grin, “Now the question arises, why didn’t the Celestial Court of the Immortal God Civilization pay attention to Link’s counterpart from a Parallel Universe?”

Seeing that his words caught the attention of both Dean Frist and Link, Lotson scoffed with a mocking smile, “Or could it be that they already knew and just didn’t act, waiting for us to make the discovery? Could it be a part of ‘fate’s’ arrangement?”

This sentence was somewhat convoluted.

The Wizard civilization does not believe in “fate,” but Lotson’s previous life, the Saint of Nostrodamus, was a Mysterious Saint who specialized in prophecy and curses.

Prophecy is, in a way, an early glimpse into the possibilities of “fate.”

During the process of assimilating other civilizations, the Wizard civilization also obtained and digested some of the studies on “fate” from other cultures.

Among them, a phrase linked “fate” with “light.”

That is, within the light cone, there lies fate.

From this perspective, “fate” indeed exists.

So, in essence, the Wizard civilization does not believe in “fate,” yet they recognize the existence of “fate.”

As a reincarnate who specialized in prophecy and curses of the Mysterious System, Lotson should be the person among the four present who most acknowledges the existence of “fate.”

However, the tone of Lotson’s speech seemed to greatly disdain the concept of “fate’s” arrangement.

Link, the person concerned, didn’t pay attention to the sarcasm in Lotson’s words and just stared thoughtfully at the person who might be his counterpart from a Parallel Universe.

Dean Frist picked up on Lotson’s lead and said in a deep voice, “It’s not ‘fate’s’ arrangement, but the Celestial Court’s.”

“How so?”

Lotson asked with a laugh.

“In the Celestial Court, there are many beings who hold power over things closely related or compatible with ‘fate,’ such as ‘fortune,’ ‘disaster,’ ‘longevity,’ ‘prosperity,’ and ‘marital ties.’ Among them is a being whose status and strength are no less than your previous life’s Celestial Master. If you could just casually stumble upon Link’s counterpart, it’s unreasonable that the Celestial Court wouldn’t notice. They didn’t control or closely monitor the counterpart, likely for other reasons,” Dean Frist slowly expressed his speculation.

“What reasons?”

Lotson asked again, and he seemed eager to hear what Dean Frist would say next.

Dean Frist glanced at Lotson, who seemed to know everything but pretended ignorance, and then fell silent.

Legend has it that the Saint of Nostrodamus was extremely composed and reserved in speech.

However, in Dean Frist’s dealings with Lotson, such a demeanor was only apparent when discussing serious matters.

The less Lotson seemed to care about something, the more indifferent his attitude was.

So, Dean Frist realized that Lotson must have uncovered some secrets about the counterpart.

The previous performance was merely a charade.

“Boring!”

Upon realizing that his little ruse had been discovered, Lotson pouted and shrugged his shoulders.

Nevertheless, Lotson quickly dropped all pretense of insouciance and became serious, solemnly saying, “Strictly speaking, this person is not Link’s counterpart from a Parallel Universe, but rather the True Spirit affinity…”

Before Lotson could finish, Link had already made his move.

Link raised his right hand, with the index and middle fingers brought together, and gently touched the spot between the eyebrows of the one suspected to be the counterpart.

Mental Power and Mana were completely dormant, unutilized.

It was the technique of a Human Immortal Martial Artist, to “break through the void and see God,” that activated from the outside in, coercing the “divinity” of the suspected counterpart to surface.

At the same time, Link’s own “divinity,” or the “True Spirit” that was invisible to both the naked eye and spiritual power, exited his body through the crown of his head.

With the two “divinities” facing each other, their differences were immediately apparent upon comparison.

No matter the disguise, a ghost remains a ghost.