Mage Manual-Chapter 1482 - 1082: The Deal

"Is it about time for dinner?"

"What’s so exciting? It’s still those same dishes... I want to eat the Dragon Shirala Feast from Russell’s Restaurant." The Wind Mage couldn’t help but complain, "It’s one thing to confine us here for work, but isn’t ordering takeout not too much to ask?"

"Just bear with it. After all, this is a five-star level confidential project, and we all had to sign confidentiality agreements before coming down here." The Water Mage companion laughed, "Forget takeout, even a mosquito flying in here would be checked dozens of times. I suspect the ingredients here were all prepared in advance, trying to cut off contact with the outside world as much as possible."

Like them, there are a total of two thousand mages working in shifts to construct the Permanent Void Gate in front of them. In principle, plans for a space wonder like a Void Gate, which can connect two kingdoms, should only be eligible for Holy Domain Mages who have entered the Space Faction. However, the most direct impact of the explosive Void Gate concept is the great proliferation of ’Void Gate Technique Spirits,’ which allows even One-winged Mages to use them to affect space dimensions.

Previously, only Holy Domain Mages could influence space due to the scarcity of tools, relying solely on exceptional talent for miracles, but now foolproof tools have emerged, naturally lowering the operator threshold... it’s like meticulous home workshops being replaced by rough industrial production.

The working mages here are all One-winged and Two-winged, and the Throne Hall doesn’t care about their magic factions, directly giving each of them a ’Void Gate Technique Spirit.’ Legendary Mages have already established a framework for the Permanent Void Gate technique, so the work of the mages requires no creative wisdom, only precision and caution, slowly but steadily completing the Void Gate technique.

Most of them come from various clerical departments of Noble Mages and belong to ’idle noble personnel.’ Their usual work is simple and easy, and it wouldn’t matter if ordinary people took over, but ordinary people lack the Stars Blessing, posing a risk of corruption and negligence. As nobles, they can only pretend to work without breaking the red line—rather than being nobles, they are essentially tools stripped of the ability to commit crimes.

The truly capable high-level mages are maintaining national operations and resisting natural disasters, so the hard work of constructing the Void Gate, which must be done by mages, falls to them. Also because they were once nobles, even when the starry sky shattered and major nobles began to cross the red line to vie for power and profit, they still prioritized the national interest, adhering to laws and regulations became their indestructible belief.

During the time of the starry sky shattering, the Kingdom of Stars not only did not fall into chaos but exploded with astonishing organizational power, precisely because this group of mid-level nobles still maintained social operations by inertia.

Tools with both capability and weaknesses are the most steadfast cornerstone of order.

So these two mages just verbally complained about the meals, but their hands still carefully filled the Void Gate technique.

"I mainly don’t understand why all the secrecy, is there really someone daring to sabotage the Void Gate?"

"At least the Throne Hall thinks it’s possible. Just from what we can see, there are three Holy Domain Mages taking turns guarding, and I assure you, there’s definitely a Legendary Mage protecting us here." The Water Mage laughed, "Who knows, maybe enemies have already infiltrated for reconnaissance."

"You said it yourself, here we have Holy Domain, Legendary, and two thousand mages. If I were the infiltrator, I’d definitely be hiding in the shadows, trembling and hugging myself."

The mages guessed right; the infiltrators were indeed hiding in the shadows, huddled together, bodies trembling slightly, and indeed, there was a hint of nervous fear in their hearts.

The pink-haired maid held her master tightly, her soft fullness pressed against his solid chest, slender fingers passed through his neckline to stroke the broad curve of his back shoulder. Although she spoke arrogantly, Vishi didn’t immediately savor Ash’s taste. She quietly gazed into Ash’s eyes, and Ash used almost all his strength to keep from looking away... he didn’t know why, but felt that looking away now meant admitting defeat.

He could yield to the maid, but didn’t want to show weakness before the Ghost Prophet.

This moment, they were no longer master and servant loving each other, but supervisor and prisoner, discussing interests, not feelings. He had to pay a price to get Vishi to restrain herself, Vishi wanted to obtain advanced resources from him... this was a transaction.

"Are you ready?"

She tilted her head, the smile at the corner of her eye resembling a demon’s sinister grin before harvesting a soul: "Have you already fallen in love with me?"

Ash didn’t speak; he took the initiative to embrace Vishi’s waist and kissed her. However, Vishi leaned her head back to dodge his ’self-delivery,’ her hands held his cheeks. She raised her eyebrows, her smile showed uncompromising pride: "This time, we’ll go at my pace."

Vishi pecked Ash’s lips lightly, not a deep kiss, as if searching for the most flavorful part. With repeated attempts, she seemed to find Ash’s lower lip the most comfortable and sexy to kiss, holding it for quite a while before letting go with a ’smack’ sound.

They could feel each other’s breath on their faces, the tightly pressed heartbeat resounded like the drumbeats of war. Vishi unknowingly sat in Ash’s lap, her thigh wrapped in purple silk stockings clasped Ash’s waist, as if they were about to merge into one.

Vishi held Ash’s chin, the corners of her mouth curved, her expression full of teasing mischief, "Stick out your tongue."

Ash’s pupils contracted, he glared fiercely at Vishi, covering his embarrassment with an irritated posture: "How can you—don’t ever peek at me with them again!"

"Okay, okay, I understand, I won’t look again."

This insincere perfunctory response made Ash’s mouth twitch, and he reluctantly stuck out his tongue, intending to casually appease Vishi. But soon he had to resort to real techniques—Vishi held herself in such high regard, so stubborn, yet surprisingly clumsy in technique, even inferior to the Sword Maiden.

Though the Sword Maiden repeatedly lost, she would persist until the last moment, never retreating in the middle. But Vishi showed none of her Ghost Prophet dignity, she would decisively separate as soon as she felt at a disadvantage, blushing and quickly adjusting her breath. She cared nothing for the gloomy resentment and contempt in Ash’s eyes, methodically completing this ’high-risk’ ritual at her own pace.

But she seemed incompetent in this intimate act, yet insisted on taking the lead, so Ash had to slow down his pace, letting this trash-bin constellation guy suddenly feel inexplicable superiority—even if the Ghost Prophet lived a thousand years, at least in this aspect, I’m a bit more skilled...