Chapter 92 Marymana
The colored blocks in front of Li Wen were peeling off piece by piece. This was not the first time she had experienced long-distance teleportation magic in this life; she had experienced it when using the Transcendent’s Eye.
However, compared to the teleportation of the Transcendent’s Eye, the teleportation initiated by the high-level mage this time was undoubtedly much more stable, only causing Li Wen to feel dizzy, with no other discomfort.
It took about three minutes before the distorted glow in front of Li Wen quickly faded, and she exited the teleportation state.
After regaining her senses, she found herself in a huge plaza. Every brick here was made of special materials refined by Alchemy, engraved with exquisite and mysterious patterns, forming a grand ceremonial plaza.
Above her head was a more brilliant starry sky than ever before, and in the distance were mage towers, some built on the ground and some suspended in the air.
This was Talanis Air Continent, one of Arthur’s three floating islands.
Besides the five people who teleported here with Li Wen, only one other person was standing not far away.
It was a tall and mature woman, wearing a wide mage robe, but it still couldn’t conceal her proud assets. Her hair was sea blue, curling slightly at the waist. She wore glasses that gave her an air of intelligence, beneath which were beautiful ruby-like eyes.
Given her distinctive appearance, Li Wen didn’t even need to think to know her name.
Ruby Marymana, one of the most outstanding young members of the White Bird Association in recent years, even expected to succeed Master Goudemeier as the next of the Seven Sages.
Li Wen had never met her, but she had heard her name more than once.
“You are the one who delivered this letter?” Marymana extended her hand, holding a letter between her fingers, “Named… Mephistopheles, right.”
“Yes, Madam Marymana, I have heard much of your great name.”
The blue-haired mage smiled heartily, “I don’t have any great name… More importantly, I’d like to know who taught you to bypass the complex barrier ritual of Talanis and deliver this unauthorized letter here.”
“Naturally, it was my respected teacher, Ms. Miranda Artlin.”
Li Wen lied without batting an eyelid, speaking with firm conviction and no guilt.
Marymana smiled even more happily, her eyes curving into happy crescents, “I haven’t seen her in a long time either… Let’s go, I’ve prepared tea, enough to entertain you and your companions.”
She didn’t look at or mention the tall mage who brought Li Wen and the others up throughout the entire interaction, as if he didn’t exist.
Li Wen followed closely behind. As she walked past the tall mage, she realized it was an automaton identical to a real person.
Behind her were the Wild Mages, who still didn’t know what was happening, marveling at the sky that seemed within reach and the ceremonial plaza beneath their feet. Moria walked at the very end, frowning slightly as he pondered who Miranda Artlin was.
Marymana’s mage tower was not conspicuous, without excessive ornate decorations or mysterious runes. From the outside, it was just an ordinary spire.
However, any mage’s mage tower was exceptionally mysterious and dangerous; it was their resting place, their research laboratory, and their most powerful weapon. No one could enter a mage’s tower without permission, unless the mage was dead.
Mages capable of building mage towers had to be at least Stage Four, meaning Level 30 or above. Each mage would build their mage tower according to their habits and the magic domains they studied, usually setting up no less than three hundred various types of magic circles, and hiding dozens of magic traps, instant spells, magic pets, or summoned creatures.
The mage tower itself was also an extension and amplifier of the mage’s mana.
Marymana conjured a rune in her hand with her mana, and the entire mage tower lit up with a crimson glow.
In the blink of an eye, everyone entered the interior of the mage tower.
This should be a reception room, exceptionally spacious. All the decorations in the hall were of a low-key and restrained style, and the air was filled with a pleasant faint fragrance. In the center was a delicate small round table. Near the wall was a decorative fireplace, with comfortable chairs placed on both sides of the fireplace as a boundary.
“Please, sit.”
Marymana didn’t put on airs, and friendly invited everyone to take a seat, snapping her fingers to conjure tea and refreshments on the small round table.
Li Wen nodded in thanks and obediently took her seat, while the others followed suit.
“So, Mephistopheles, is it… I also haven’t seen your teacher, my dear friend Miranda, in a long time. I don’t know how she is doing now. Tell me about her.”
Marymana said, looking at Li Wen, her gaze showing undisguised scrutiny.
As expected, it was too wishful thinking to expect a great mage to believe her just from the content of a letter.
Li Wen didn’t answer immediately, but recalled the relationship between Marymana and Miranda Artlin.
They were close friends before they became mages. Later, Marymana was favored by Master Goudemeier of the White Bird Association and taken as an apprentice; Miranda joined another magic association, the Golden Scales, out of interest.
After that, their meetings became less frequent, and they usually communicated through letters. Especially after Marymana and Miranda had achieved a certain level of accomplishment in their respective domains, even their correspondence became less frequent.
And this was where Li Wen could come into play.
“My teacher went to another continent half a year ago for advancement requirements and has not yet returned.” Li Wen spoke the truth, and not only that, in the near future, Miranda would die during her advancement due to flaws in the ritual, remaining forever on the outer continent.
“Miranda is going to advance to Stage Five?” Marymana was overjoyed at first, then realized the problem and asked, “Half a year and she still hasn’t returned… Is there a problem with the ritual?”
“I don’t know. Teacher didn’t elaborate.”
“You guys… the Golden Scales, haven’t you been in contact with her?” Marymana’s voice grew a little louder, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“The last contact was half a month ago. She said everything was going smoothly.”
Li Wen naturally didn’t know when Miranda and the Golden Dawn last communicated, but she was sure that Miranda’s last report to the Golden Scales was that everything was going smoothly.
“That’s good…” Marymana nodded, “She’s always like this, habitually doing things her own way, without considering the thoughts of those who care about her. Are you her recently accepted apprentice? She hasn’t told me anything about you.”
It would have been a miracle if she had told you.
Li Wen silently complained.
“Yes, that was half a year ago. She said I was more diligent when reading books, so she took me as an apprentice.”
“Hahaha, that’s very much her style.” Marymana laughed happily, her eyes showing a hint of nostalgic glow, “If only she had joined the Bird Association with me back then.”
