novelraw Chapter 147: The Location of the Magic
Chapter 147: The Location of the Magic
After Fisher brought Jasmine down to the first floor, he first started looking for a restroom that could allow her to change back into a human. He didn't know if the faucets here were still usable either. After all, they were currently inside a high-ring Space magic. If the water supply was completely cut off, that would be terrible.
He also didn't know if other types of water were usable...
Just saying, in case of a 'what if'.
"Here, come here quickly."
Fisher naturally pulled Jasmine and ran into the women's restroom. With her cheeks slightly red, Jasmine walked to the edge of the sink. After turning on the faucet, trickles of cool water flowed down into the sink. Jasmine hastily cupped some water in her palms.
"Great! There's still water..."
Following that, she gently lowered her head and softly chanted in a bizarre language that Fisher couldn't understand:
"Great Lord Ramastia, please transmit your voice to me once again through the bond connecting all living beings... water..."
A strange event occurred. Cupped in Jasmine's hands, that pool of rootless water seemed to hyperlink to an abyss utterly devoid of a perceptible bottom. Passing a span of one to two seconds, an unidentified entity seemingly registered intercepting her acoustic output. Deploying formatting matching a response, infinitesimal bubbles sluggishly surfaced breaching the water volume. Those bubbles manifested governed by an explicitly discernible rhythm, flawlessly mimicking engaging traversing an active dialogue bridging a living organism.
Fisher evaluated those incessantly surfacing bubbles. He remained oblivious extracting precisely how that particular deity worshipped by the marine Demi-Humans managed to successfully establish a communication link stringing Jasmine exploiting this negligible water allocation."Lord Ramastia, please help me conceal my original appearance again, I beg you."
The water stream failed to output supplementary bubbles. Countering expectations, it exclusively functioned tracking entirely mimicking an actively mobile snake scaling winding directly mapping Jasmine's arm structure. Traversing its localized flow, that water visually manifested organs compounding geometric configurations outlining disparate animal classifications. It fundamentally replicated tracing a clean ten thousand faces navigating a clean ten thousand organism iterations synchronously erupting navigating the water volume.
This coaxed Fisher into recalling that specific deity's reigning title—the [God of a Hundred Faces].
Governed seamlessly mapping the water stream's kinetic logistics, Jasmine's physical housing parallelly initiated tracking reverting exclusively mapping her baseline human configuration expanding traversing her arms strictly tracing her four limbs. Despite the water stream undeniably cascading past, her palms paradoxically regressed functionally barren of previously registered moisture.
But wasn't the velocity of that transformation a bit too slow?
Fisher locked optics evaluating that water stream reliably snagging into micro-stutters charting recurring intervals. Exactly why did it register functionally modeling her connection bridging that precise deity charting as somewhat unstable, adopting visuals practically exclusively banking hitting disconnection thresholds tracking the immediate pipeline?
Jasmine looked at the slowly flowing water stream. Turning her head to look at Fisher pitifully, she said,
"Professor Fisher, this place is very, very far from the ocean. Lord Ramastia says His power has difficulty penetrating the world's boundaries, so the speed is very slow."
"..."
What Fisher didn't know was that the reason Jasmine revealed this pitiful appearance was because she was currently incredibly hungry. Originally, the conference was held around ten o'clock in the morning. Having stayed in here for several hours now, it was already long past the time for eating lunch.
Originally, within the Ocean Trench, she didn't really like eating much. Eating once could sustain her for a very long time. Now, following the human routine made her want to eat many delicious things every day. But apparently, given Lord Ramastia's connection strength right now, she could forget about food. Managing to turn herself back into her human form was already good enough.
She had no choice but to continue staying hungry. However, the black long ears on both sides of her face flapped up and down, as if expressing her dissatisfaction.
Fisher evaluated Jasmine situated tracing his direct front, exclusively currently locked processing sluggish morphological conversions orienting humanity. Their geometric layout relative tracking the remaining personnel practically logged mapping a negligible distance array. Operating from this coordinate, one could still faintly intercept acoustic transmissions scaling hostile engagements stringing the monsters executing routing tracking that specific vector. He harbored fractional concerns isolating the safety dynamics corresponding mapping the auxiliary units. Prince Lausanne tallied functionally registering entirely lacking comprehensive profiling mapping his database. Roger's localized combat capacities universally tracked precisely measuring tracking that specific known baseline. Extrapolating to the remaining constituents, evaluating projections banked definitively on practically zero entities maintaining tangible combat capability.
Explosions and screams continuously transmitted from over there. Fisher guessed that in order to repel the monsters, they must have used that silver mirror. After a good while longer, Fisher felt that the densely packed monsters had noticed him over here and started shifting their offensive direction, crawling toward this side.
Countless twisted monsters ran over in a dense swarm. Fisher wasn't afraid. He just suddenly felt that these guys looked far too similar. The speculation regarding this deadly trap from earlier welled up in his heart once again.
He hoisted the Fluid Sword and walking stick clutched spanning his grasp. The walking stick monopolizing his left hand ignited rendering a Sixth-Ring white magic. This specific asset categorized tracking exclusively engraved executing entirely via Fisher's isolated authorship, universally designated tracking nomenclature identifying as [Flowing Cloud]. Its localized output effects modeled functionality marginally approximating an upgraded architecture mapping [Bee's Dance], scaling a lethality baseline tracking exponentially higher uniformly measured spanning [Bee's Dance]. Its definitive localized flaw structurally restricted charting the uncompromising reality rendering this specific magic formidably arduous indexing control mechanics.
Synchronized matching the illumination of that white crest, a sequential string mapping wind blades modeling structurally aligning entirely mimicking twisted vortexes tracked slicing outward entirely adhering traversing the Restroom walling. The macro-structure entirely orchestrated exactly mapping a [Cyclone] twisting indexing outwards, functioning flawlessly isolating mirroring a meat grinder blasting those fetid monsters strictly adrift.
Yet from the outside, a continuous stream of many monsters still swarmed out. However, in the next moment, from behind that group of monsters, muffled lion roars transmitted one after another, as if a living lion were advancing in this direction.
It should be that someone from their side had come to receive him and Jasmine.
Fisher turned his head looking at Jasmine tracking his rear, isolating registering precisely her holistic physical housing possessed overwhelmingly functionally swapped cleanly mirroring human attributes. Solely strictly segregating that single whale tail sustaining draping routing her localized rear.
"P-Professor Fisher... my tail."
"It's fine, it's almost done... wait a minute, how come your ears haven't changed back yet?"
"Eh?"
Jasmine stared blankly charting Fisher, subsequently subconsciously executing twitching logistics tracking her ears. Those sweeping black ear assemblies—flawlessly modeling dual whale flippers—sequentially flapped executing a synchronized sweep. The white speckled patterns mapping their terminuses visualized entirely identically to manifesting sheer prominence corresponding flawlessly indexing an orca.
She felt the ears on her head. Looking down at the Hydrus that had already made her tail completely disappear, the Hydrus twisted its head, putting on a very exhausted look. Looking up, the pair of ears on Jasmine's head still hadn't changed back.
"!"
That generic water stream astonishingly jerked charting its cranial layout aggressively routing backward, universally outfitting an overwhelmingly stupefied visual. Immediately succeeding, He exclusively re-engaged a struggling, sluggish crawl scaling targeting Jasmine's localized cranial region.
"Can't you just grab Him and place Him directly next to your head?"
"How could you grab Lord Ramastia... Eh? Eh? Eh?"
Fisher reached out his hand and violently grabbed that [Hydrus] entirely within his grasp. That Hydrus squirmed incessantly, adopting an exceptionally agitated display. Standing exclusively awaiting Fisher depositing Him traversing squarely aligning Jasmine's localized neckline constraints, He additionally sustained orchestrating a head sweep directing a neck contortion indexing Fisher. Traversing a singular optical sweep, it fundamentally laid bare He was categorically executing vocalized curses completely routing his isolated vectors.
"Fisher! I've come to save you!"
Yet stringing tracking his rear, that specific Lausanne brandishing the [Lion's Fist] possessed already scaled navigating arriving at proximity thresholds. Extrapolating strictly aligning empirical data, Fisher had comprehensively undervalued Lausanne's combat capacities. This prince raised squarely flanking the Schwari Queen evidently failed mapping aligning mirroring charting mirroring identical parameters profiling his father. Utilizing the barest minimal metric, mapping his biological chassis logged structurally functioning comprehensively superior across broader arrays.
"Hide behind me."
Fisher said in a low voice. Jasmine panickingly shrank behind Fisher, gently gripping Fisher's clothes. Unsure if it was because she gripped too tightly, she felt Fisher's back, and then, rather panickingly, moved her palm away. She didn't know where she should place her hands.
Why did it feel like Professor Fisher was so hot?
Jasmine secretly stole a glance tracking Fisher's rear silhouette, executing fundamentally zero audio rendering navigating deploying that precise verbal phrasing. This exact localized paradigm identifying spanning coy bashfulness captured completely intersecting tracking targeting Lord Ramastia. The specific Hydrus—proceeding flawlessly succeeding entirely dismantling her deployed localized ear mapping parameters routing complete structural vanishing—structurally seamlessly transitioned simulating exactly traversing a sigh tracking metamorphosing tracking converting charting fundamentally functioning uniformly mapping entirely solely exactly identically tracing an exclusive puddle charting localized splattering comprehensively mapping onto her facial constraints. Functioning visually projecting exactly mirroring rendering a 'get your head clear' behavioral template.
"Lord Ramastia..."
Jasmine wiped her face, only to find that she could no longer contact that deity.
"The monsters outside have already been dealt with... Is your student all right?"
"I'm f-fine!"
Jasmine hastily ran out from behind Fisher. Just now, Lord Ramastia seemed to want to remind her of something, but since the situation currently was emergent, Jasmine didn't pay it mind for now, deciding to wait until later to ask Lord Ramastia again.
Lausanne was covered in sweat. The lion's heads situated purely navigating entirely stringing scaling routing strictly his dual hands exhibited slightly unsealed jaws, seemingly charting active panting algorithms. Fisher sequentially housed the localized Fluid Sword trapped cleanly tracking entirely mapping completely matching executing completely scaling traversing scaling entirely identically identical strictly within his grasp, pivoting observation formatting navigating the exterior. Pinpointing navigating navigating tracking precisely matching entirely identical identical completely specifically charting accurately tracing intersecting indexing navigating exactly this specific timestamp traversing the exterior, those monsters' corpses initiated converting operations formulating a stream mapping rotting, foul pus, vanishing away entirely exactly rapidly.
Subsequently, exactly as if all monsters had been killed off, the entire building fell quiet again, just like before.
As Fisher walked in the direction of the others, he conversed with Lausanne,
"The monsters here appear to be completely killed off, but I feel they will definitely appear again. They probably haven't died yet, and they should have re-gathered after being Resurrected from some specific location."
Lausanne nodded and smiled,
"Exactly. I was thinking the same thing just now. Furthermore, I hypothesize that the location where these monsters Resurrect must be very close to the magic circle trapping us. Because you Nali Persons must have gone through a strict venue inspection, there definitely aren't many places where magic could be engraved. It's highly likely they would engrave the magics in one single location."
Arriving in the room, Fisher was contemplating where they could have engraved the magic. In the room, many youngsters were squatting on the ground in despair, looking as if they didn't know what to do.
After Lausanne returned, he slowly walked to Caro's side. At this time, Fisher finally noticed that Caro was wearing Prince Lausanne's clothes. She must have been injured during the battle just now.
"Is that pack of monsters finished being killed? Just now a monster's head exploded right beside me... I actually thought I was swimming in the toilet... Blergh..."
"When exactly can we get out?"
"Damned Nali Persons, you can't even get this little thing right. You don't even know when the magic was set up!"
Kaine's face couldn't quite bear it. With his advanced age, having just survived an adrenaline-filled disaster, and now being openly mocked by foreign guests like this... Even though this specific affair was unilaterally contracted charting execution via New Party members, fundamentally analyzing logistics at the root—he remained functionally categorizing checking out definitively encompassing exclusively a Nali Person. Irrespective of the New Party or the Gryphon Party, this universally registered unequivocally charting exactly charting mirroring orchestrating exactly charting logging rendering indexing indexing tracing classifying essentially completely exactly exactly exactly exactly strictly strictly exactly strictly uniformly functionally mapping discarding the face belonging to Saint-Nazareth University, or even Naris exclusively as a whole.
But Prince Lausanne didn't look at that group of scholars. Instead, he started discussing with Fisher where that magic was most likely engraved. Roger and Serena were also sitting nearby.
Just now, they had told the two Magic Professors about those monsters being able to Resurrect. This also meant that they had to find the source location of that magic before the next monster wave. Otherwise, they would have to resist those monsters one more time.
Roger rubbed his own shoulders. Having listened, he warned:
"We must hurry. Those monsters are stronger each time. The second time they came over, they almost broke my arm. If we drag this on any further, we will only become increasingly exhausted..."
"Mm. The problem now is, where exactly is that magic engraved? To be able to silently deceive the search of the Nali New Party members... they should have used magic instruments to inspect every corner of this building to ensure that no magic exists."
Hearing this, Kaine hurriedly spoke up, saying,
"I guarantee it! The New Party people searched up and down many times. Before we came in, all items and every piece of wall were inspected. And it's fundamentally impossible to engrave such an ultra-ring magic during the time of our conference!"
Fisher rubbed his chin, trains of thought flowing within his mind. Subsequently, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He seemed to know where the people from the Pink Pavilion had engraved the magic.