Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 890 - 42 Nest_2

Chapter 890: Chapter 42: Nest_2

Chapter 890 -42: Nest_2

Hearing this, Link Grande looked helplessly at Lotson, who had been acting out ever since their meeting, sighed deeply, and then said, “Can’t you act a bit more normal? You’re the reincarnation of a saint, after all; shouldn’t you at least somewhat fit the part?”

Lotson’s expression turned serious as he retorted, “What do you think the reincarnation of a saint should look like?”

This question stumped Link right away.

What should the reincarnation, or even the saint himself, look like?

Link truly had no answer to this question.

Seeing Link lost in thought, seemingly without a definite view, Lotson laughed, and he was very amused.

“What do you think the reincarnation of a saint should be like, dear sister-in-law?”

While laughing, Lotson turned to ask Jasmine.

“I don’t know.”

Jasmine shook her head and honestly replied, “I haven’t had any contact with one, nor have I seen any relevant information.”

“Sticking to the truth, that’s good,”

Lotson gave Jasmine a thumbs up, then contemptuously curled his lip at Link, “Unlike some people, who have no clear understanding, yet speculate wildly, and then use those speculations to constrain others’ behavior and image. When they find something that doesn’t fit their speculations, they think it’s wrong. It’s better not to be too arrogant.”

There were only three people present.

One moment he was praising Jasmine; the next, he was being sarcastic.

The target of his mockery was all too clear.

Jasmine smiled, not becoming a ‘defend-my-husband-at-all-costs’ fanatic, and not confronting Lotson head-on.

It was just harmless teasing, no need to take it so seriously.

By this time, Link had come back from his reverie, heard Lotson’s sarcasm loud and clear, but didn’t take it to heart and seriously said, “Lotson, thank you for the reminder.”

“What reminder? What did I remind you of?”

Lotson wore a surprised look, exaggerated in gesture and puzzled in tone as he retorted.

Link just smiled and said nothing.

Jasmine gently patted the back of Link’s hand, silently inquiring.

“I’ll share it with you when we have time.”

Link immediately turned to respond.

“Hey, hey, hey, enough already, stop flaunting your love in front of me.”

Lotson complained decisively, even covering his eyes, as if he couldn’t bear to watch.

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Hearing the complaint, Link and Jasmine not only didn’t restrain themselves but became even more unrestrained, interlocking their fingers tightly right in front of Lotson.

“Ah, it’s a festival, can’t you spare a single dog? Why show off love in front of a single dog?”

Lotson lamented with helplessness.

Afterward, whether to divert attention or for some other reason, Lotson snapped his fingers again.

The huge screen lit up once more.

This time, there were no small squares, just a vertical line splitting the screen into a left and right half.

The left side of the screen showed the Michelle’s Tower Interstellar Fleet that had been intercepted after skimming past the Starship;

On the right side of the screen was a fleet much smaller in size but with much higher-class interstellar warships, which abruptly appeared on the Starship’s flight path.

The first thing that caught Link and Jasmine’s attention was the left half of the screen.

“Did the Supreme Council make their move?”

After realizing which power faction set up the blockade that intercepted the large-scale fleet heading in the direction of the Revosorath Academy Advance Team’s station, Link asked knowingly.

“Don’t pretend to be confused when you understand perfectly well.”

Lotson gave Link a disdainful glance, “Isn’t it obvious? That Dean of yours, Frist Diomand, doesn’t fall short in resourcefulness.”

“Will it hold?”

As one question was answered, Link came up with another.

Jasmine was also very interested in Lotson’s answer to this question.

After all, the screen showed that the large fleet was not “surrendering without a fight” but was quickly deploying in an aggressive formation, ready to charge through the blockade.

The interstellar warships forming the blockade, in terms of both quantity and quality, held no advantage.

In the face of the assault from the Michelle’s Tower Interstellar Fleet, it was not as fragile as paper, but it was like pushing chopsticks through tofu, extremely penetrable.

“How would I know?”

Lotson spread his hands, “Not to mention I’m just a reincarnation of a Saint, even if I had become a Saint again, I wouldn’t be able to control everything. Otherwise, why would my previous self have perished, and why would reincarnating be so difficult?”

Pausing for a moment, Lotson pointed to the right half of the screen, “What you should be concerned about right now is this.”

Link and Jasmine looked towards the right half of the screen, following Lotson’s direction.

Previously, both had looked at this screen, but they were more concerned about the situation of the Revosorath Academy Advance Team, or rather, the situation of the Four Sects Legions.

Having looked, Jasmine felt puzzled, while Link had a vague guess.

The content of the image was actually quite simple: it was a highly efficient Small Star Fleet from Michelle’s Tower that had discovered the Starship’s trail and was attempting to surround and block it.

The Starship had not yet entered full power mode.

Whether it was stealth or speed, there was still room for improvement.

To shake off this Small Star Fleet would be somewhat difficult, but not impossible.

Logically speaking, Lotson need not pay so much attention to this Small Star Fleet; he could just accelerate the Starship to full power and shake them off.

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Link turned his head, his gaze complicated, as he looked at Lotson.

“Guessed it?”

Lotson’s mouth curled into a grin, revealing a set of neat white teeth as he chuckled softly.

“Mhm.”

Link nodded, with nothing else he wanted to say.

By then, Jasmine also realized what Lotson might be about to do.

She was neither panicking nor angry, and she certainly wasn’t about to blame anyone; she just gripped Link’s hand tightly.

No matter what happened next, whether the outcome was good or bad, being by Link’s side was all that Jasmine needed.

No regrets, no complaints.

“Then sleep.”

Lotson’s grin slowly faded as he snapped his fingers with a ‘pop’.

Both being Sage-level wizards, the gap between them was not small at all.

With just a sentence and a snap of the fingers, Link, a Level Five Sage, and Jasmine, a Fourth Level Sage, suddenly lost consciousness, slumping limply into their seats.

“Sigh!”

Lotson exhaled deeply and his figure abruptly disappeared.

The Starship immediately entered artificial intelligence piloting mode and attempted to escape the enclosure of the Small Star Fleet.

As it was a top-grade Starship, it managed to avoid being tightly encircled no matter how hard the Small Star Fleet attempted.

Always finding the right route, the Starship thwarted the Small Star Fleet’s plan.

Before long, Link was the first to regain consciousness.

He didn’t rush to wake Jasmine. Instead, he observed the current situation and, finding the circumstances dire but not yet desperate, Link’s mind was somewhat eased.

Using his cheap brother-in-law and sister as bait, Lotson’s fishing strategy didn’t leave them utterly doomed.

As long as they weren’t delivered directly into the hands of Michelle’s Tower, nothing was set in stone.

Link’s only puzzlement was why Lotson was so sure that he and Jasmine could lure out Great Sage Mitchell.

Without time to ponder deeply on this, Link woke Jasmine and then took the Starship out of artificial intelligence piloting mode, beginning to manually steer the Starship.

The Small Star Fleet, attempting another encirclement, suddenly discovered that the elusive Starship had changed its style of navigation.

As efficient and sharp as ever, yet more daringly aggressive, it frequently skirted the edges of the Small Star Fleet’s maximum attack range.

The wizards from Michelle’s Tower in charge of this pursuit were all elite among elites, and they immediately deduced from the Starship’s new navigation style that the Starship was being manually steered by their capture target, Link Grande.

But the fleet commander didn’t rejoice at this discovery; instead, he became deeply puzzled.

“Could the intelligence actually be true?”