Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 310 Reunion after a long absence

"You'll have the chance to see it in the future. Now, get ready to welcome our guests."

Lily remained silent and stood quietly behind Zhang Yuan.

The operation of road signs is not a simple matter; the process is somewhat lengthy but interconnected, and no deviation is permissible.

The first thing to do was to use anti-detection and anti-prophecy spells. As the energy nodes lit up and the spell circuits ran, the effects of the spells were temporarily solidified and amplified. An amber halo appeared and quickly spread outwards, soon exceeding the area of ​​the cabin.

The shockwaves and fluctuations that were about to tear through space from Neverwinter far exceeded those of ordinary conjuration spells or dimensional portals, almost comparable to spells like interdimensional portals. Without sufficient prior arrangements, the Arcane Brotherhood would likely arrive immediately to investigate.

Zhang Yuan continued to cast incantations, and a series of related spells were cast one by one, such as breaking the anti-teleportation barrier, stabilizing spatial turbulence, reinforcing the teleportation channel, and anchoring the beacon. The shimmering spiritual light reflected each other and wove together under the unified control of the magic array inscribed on the deck.

Then, a door made of radiance and runes appeared in the empty cabin. It was the same width as the magic circle that occupied almost the entire main cabin deck and was more than five meters high. If the ship under its feet had not been modified, it would have been impossible to use it.

"Kid, you've come up with a good idea. The Arcane Brotherhood's rats don't have tentacles that long reaching into the open sea."

The first person to step out of the portal was the old headmaster, Grimwald. Perhaps because he was on a long expedition against a powerful enemy, the old headmaster had changed his usual unkempt appearance and his attire had become much more solemn.

The old dean's words were not unfounded. The reason he agreed to the young mage's somewhat bold and radical plan that day was because he considered that Luskan's spell monitoring network was already at its limit when it extended to the outer sea of ​​the sword, which would make it much easier to crack.

That's secondary.

"Once everyone arrives, we'll move your submarine directly. Although it has a shielding spell, the shadow cast by the light is still a concern."

"Understood." Zhang Yuan nodded, then looked on with curiosity, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the other bigwigs to lend their support.

"The most important thing about teleportation spells is precision and accuracy. Any change in spatial coordinates can cause unpredictable chain reactions. Although placing the teleportation array on a submarine has its advantages in terms of concealment, it is still too risky. Who taught such a rebellious person?"

Before the person arrived, their voice was heard first, but this voice…

Hearing that familiar, cold, and rigid tone, and seeing the undisguised smile on the old dean's face, Zhang Yuan knew exactly who had come.

The portal doors shimmered with light, and the ripples they created were broken through from the inside, revealing two figures standing before Zhang Yuan.

The person on the right was dressed in a dark blue robe of a high mage. Although he was criticizing and questioning, his cold and thin face showed no change in expression, as if he were simply stating an objective fact.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

Zhang Yuan spoke in a question, but his tone was anything but unexpected.

To his surprise, Tyrantir, before he could finish speaking, saw his "unorthodox" apprentice.

Even with his composure, he couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed, but he quickly regained his composure and began to scrutinize his good disciple.

“I have my reasons for coming here, but you are a real surprise to me. I never expected that the person who dared to venture deep into Luskan would be you, Chanem.”

"It is my honor to surprise you, teacher."

Zhang Yuan chuckled, his expression a mixture of affected shyness.

“I’m not praising you!” Tyrantir said irritably. “Not all courage is praiseworthy, especially when it’s associated with overconfidence or recklessness.” Before Zhang Yuan could defend himself, the old dean spoke up first: “Young people’s courage and enthusiasm are always inseparable from recklessness. You don’t need to be too harsh on him, Tyrantir.”

"Besides, when you were that age, you probably hadn't reached the point where you could touch the Fifth Ring Magic Network, had you?"

"The Fifth Ring?" Tyrantir's gaze fell on Zhang Yuan's face again. It had only been half a year since he last saw him, and his disciple's progress was truly remarkable.

“You’re sometimes too conservative, even more stubborn than an old man like me. Why don’t you try to have higher expectations for them?”

The old dean's words caused a strange reaction on Tyrantir's face. Beneath the slight twitching of his face, there seemed to be many emotions, but he ultimately did not reveal them.

Are you looking forward to it...?

His tone was a mix of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion) and 问题 (wèntí

"Yes, just as I had expectations of you back then, how could you not have lived up to them?"

"You're right, teacher."

As expected, Zhang Yuan thought to himself upon seeing this scene.

There is no love or hate without a reason in this world, and there is little trust without a cause. Perhaps there are indeed those who make a promise to each other after just one meeting, but this rarely happens to monks who act with reason and logic.

Back when he visited Grimwald in Neverwinter, he felt that the other party treated him with a certain closeness, and the subsequent mission requests proceeded too smoothly.

"I met the teacher."

Zhang Yuan also joined in and naturally acknowledged the old man as his grandmaster. The old man smiled broadly, but the fact that he didn't give a greeting gift or a red envelope made the cunning mage slightly disappointed.

However, there was no need to worry about these trivial matters. The old dean generously approved Zhang Yuan's request to reimburse the shipbuilding expenses from the public account. This alone was a great benefit to him. Where else could he find such a good deal: using other people's money to build his own inventions?

Tyrantir, standing to the side, was both annoyed and amused to see that smug, cunning smile on his apprentice's face again.

"Stop showing off. Do you want me to help you tally up your assets again? Come and see Lord Balasdean."

Upon hearing the asset statistics, Zhang Yuan felt a shiver run down his spine. He immediately recalled those unpleasant memories from the past and hurriedly ran to the spellcaster next to his teacher, respectfully performing a sorcerer's salute.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Balassian."

"Just call me Balas."

The other party was quite friendly, returning the greeting before looking at Tyranitar:
"Alright, old buddy, your temper hasn't changed at all. Why are you scaring your apprentice for no reason?"

"What they need is proper guidance and encouragement, not just constant praise or indulgence."

"Come on, we embarked on this path together back then. Do you dare say you could have gone this far on the Path of Mystery at this age?"

"Isn't that still a little better than you?"

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