Chapter 374: Chapter 374: Source of the Eight Rings Spell and Treasure; Evil God’s Blessing Complete

In a Spell Theory classroom at Violet Academy, Professor Gideon stood on the dais, lecturing his students.

The ripples from the funeral had subsided, and life in White River City was gradually returning to normal. The academy’s students had also thrown themselves into their intense studies.

At that moment, Professor Gideon was using a brush formed from Ethereal Magic Power to sketch a complex spell model on the blackboard. It was a Two Rings binding spell.

"Class, please direct your attention to this node here."

Gideon explained, pointing to a spot on the model:

"The key to binding spells is never to engage in a direct confrontation of Power with the target. Rather, it’s about constructing an appropriate force model. You use its properties to off-load and deflect the target’s struggles, thereby achieving..."

The students in the classroom were all Casters who had already crossed the threshold into a Profession.

And just last night, with Professor Gideon’s help, Cecilia had successfully advanced to the Professional Level, becoming a true Caster. That was why she was sitting here today, learning this new Knowledge.

However, because of what Elvira had said yesterday, Cecilia now seemed somewhat distracted.

She held a pen in her hand, but her mind was completely occupied with one thought: ’What do I have to do to keep him by my side forever?’

The lecture continued, eventually reaching the question-and-answer session.

Cecilia, twirling the pen in her hand, raised it.

"Professor Gideon."

The maiden’s soft, sweet voice rang out in the classroom, and many students couldn’t help but turn to look at her.

After all, as the Violet Pearl, her Talent and appearance were both worthy of the title.

And although she was the daughter of Duke Rosenthal, she had spent most of her childhood with her aunt in the Elf Forest. As a result, she lacked the arrogant air of a Great Noble and was, on the contrary, very approachable.

"Cecilia, do you have a question?"

Gideon looked at his student.

"I’d like to ask you something, Professor."

Cecilia’s eyes were filled with a thirst for Knowledge.

"If the target of a spell is an adult Giant Dragon, or perhaps a High Tier Dragon Descendant, how many rings would a spell need to be to completely bind them?"

The surrounding students couldn’t help but think to themselves.

As expected of the Violet Pearl. She had only just become a Professional, yet she was already contemplating how to take on Mythical Creatures like Giant Dragons.

Her ambition put them all to shame.

Hearing this, Professor Gideon, who was on the dais, froze for a moment. He was immediately reminded of Elvira’s furious state the night before last.

’I must be overthinking things.’

He hesitated for a moment before deciding to answer the question seriously.

"Because Giant Dragons are born with extremely high spell resistance and physical Power, conventional binding spells are far too fragile to have any effect on them."

Gideon thought for a moment, then turned and used Ether to draw part of a massive, cage-like spell model on the other side of the blackboard.

The model was incredibly complex, a dense web of interwoven lines. Gideon didn’t delve into a deep analysis of it; he was just touching upon the Knowledge, using it as a comparative example for the Two Rings Spell he was teaching today.

Only after helping the students understand the application of today’s spell within the context of a High Tier model did he turn back to Cecilia and add:

"If you want to rely on a Spell alone to achieve such a goal, you would need, at minimum, the Eight Rings Legendary Spell, [Kaldrog’s Invisible Dragon Prison]."

"This Spell was created by the famous Legendary Dragon Descendant Mage, Kaldrog. His original reason for creating it was to deal with his ill-tempered wife, who was also a High Tier Dragon Descendant."

"It can directly sever a Giant Dragon’s connection to the surrounding Ether by distorting Power, and it also weakens the defenses of their Dragon Scales."

As he said this, his fingers couldn’t help but tap the blackboard.

It seems teachers in any world are bound to have such habits.

"However, when facing a creature like a Giant Dragon, relying on an Eight Rings Spell alone still carries the risk of it being broken free from by sheer force."

"That’s why, historically, Dragon Slayers casting such Spells would usually supplement them with a powerful Treasure as a means of suppression."

"A Treasure?"

Hearing this, Cecilia’s eyes instantly lit up. "Can you give me some examples, Professor?"

"For example, the Storm Sigh Nail of the Dwarf race."

Gideon had just mentioned one name when he suddenly remembered Cecilia’s background and switched to something more relevant to her.

"Actually, in the depths of your Elf Royal Court, a Treasure specifically designed to restrain the Dragon Race is enshrined. Its name is the Golden Branch Sunspot Chain."

"It’s a Dark Gold chain, continuously forged and reinforced by generations of Elf High Priests using the power of the sun and moon wells. The Elf Race once used it to bind an Ancient Giant Dragon."

Upon hearing this, Cecilia earnestly picked up her quill and, on her parchment notes, wrote down the name of the Eight Rings Spell and the Treasure, the "Golden Branch Sunspot Chain." She then drew several conspicuous lines underneath to highlight them.

......

After class, Cecilia walked alone along a tree-lined path in the academy.

The joy she had felt moments ago at finding a solution was now slowly fading away.

She stopped and looked up at the azure sky. A summer breeze swept past, rustling not only the fallen leaves but also her silver hair.

"Lance, when are you going to come find me...?"

Cecilia lowered her head to look at her toes, a hint of grievance in her voice. "If you don’t come soon..."

"...an elf’s soul-flower is going to lose a little petal..."

Among Elves, only a very sad or infuriating event can affect one’s soul-flower.

And once a petal falls, it takes a long, long, long time of coaxing for it to grow back.

Just as Cecilia was sinking into this girlish mood of lovesick anxiety, a familiar, smiling voice sounded from behind her.

"If a little petal falls, how could I ever make it up to you?"

Hearing the voice, Cecilia spun around. As soon as she saw who it was, she completely ignored the possibility of other students being nearby and threw herself into his warm embrace.

The Half-Elf Maiden didn’t even wait for him to speak, reaching out with both hands to cup the young man’s face and kiss him.

But the kiss only lasted a few short seconds before Cecilia quickly pulled back and buried her face in Lance’s chest.

’No, I can’t keep kissing him.’

’The feeling is just too intense.’

Just from that brief contact, the maiden’s cheeks flushed, her breath hitched, and even her eyes took on a hazy, dazed look.

’So intense.’

The maiden had only one thought in her mind; her heart and eyes were completely filled with the lover before her.

Although they hadn’t been apart for long, to a maiden deeply in love, it felt as though the young man before her had traveled a great distance, so far that she feared she couldn’t keep up with his pace.

"What is it?"

Lance asked softly, feeling the maiden in his arms.

The Half-Elf Maiden hugged Lance’s waist tightly, pressing her ear against his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

Though she didn’t want him to go, she still gently reminded him:

"Lance, you’re supposed to be ’dead’ right now. If someone recognizes you out here, it’ll be a huge problem. You should go back soon."

Lance patted Cecilia’s back and said,

"It’s fine. I have an ability that keeps people from noticing me. Besides, I have to leave White River City first thing in the morning, so I had to come see you today."

Lance was right. The "Farso’s Contract" on his chest had actually reached 100% completion the night before, fully formed.

Today was also his first time trying to use the power bestowed by the Evil God.

He now possessed an ability similar to that of a "Faceless Divine Son"—the ability to interfere with others’ perception. For now, however, he could only slightly reduce the amount of attention people paid him.

This ability would subtly cause anyone who saw him to have the illusion: ’I don’t know this person. He’s just an insignificant passerby.’

But this was already enough for him to walk openly on the streets of White River City.

After all, even though the authorities had made a grand spectacle of his funeral, in reality, most of the city’s commoners—aside from those who had been there—had never seen what he actually looked like.

As for that statue, don’t even get him started. What stone carving in the world could possibly look exactly like a real person?

So this attention-dampening effect was more than enough for his daily travels.

Besides, Lance had no plans to develop this ability any further for the time being. The moment it appeared, something else had popped up on his status panel that gave him pause:

[Authority Corruption: 0%]

It seemed that his low-level interference wouldn’t cause any corruption from the Evil God Power.

As for the followers of the Faceless God throughout history, who used their authority to assume the identities of others, completely inserting themselves into their life paths and stealing their destinies—that was the kind of behavior that would cause the corruption level to skyrocket.

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