Age of Adepts Chapter 877 - Daily Life on the Journey

Chapter 877 Daily Life on the Journey

Two days later.

A flying s.h.i.+p belonging to the Zhentarim a.s.sociation rose from a tall wooden platform. It slowly adjusted its trajectory before accelerating toward the west.

Meanwhile, as one of its pa.s.sengers, Greem was mixed in with the crowd on the deck.

Those who could board the flying s.h.i.+ps were either adepts or higher n.o.bles. As such, though there weren’t very many people on the deck, they behaved in an orderly fas.h.i.+on.

Due to the many factions and organizations in the World of Adepts, there was no single standard for an adept’s dress code. Of course, there were no limitations on the colors of their clothes either.

Typically, most elementium adepts liked to wear soft and light cloth robes due to their weaker Physiques. On the other hand, body-refining adepts and bloodline adepts dressed with much more variety. From light leather armor with decent defense to full metal armors with shocking defense, there was almost nothing they wouldn’t wear.

It was difficult to a.n.a.lyze the actual power of an adept by what they were wearing!

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Greem did not wear the red cloak he usually wore. Instead, he chose an ordinary black robe enchanted with Fly.

Consequently, ordinary people would easily mistake him for a low-grade adept from his appearance!

Greem had no interest in talking with other people. He placed his hands on the railing as he silently looked at the scenery below. His mind was still recalling all the private conversations he’d had in the past two days.

No one would talk about more private matters in public locations.

However, once Greem returned to his room, many adepts had come to visit him, two of which were representatives of the two Third Grade adepts.

It had seemed like these people were all optimistic about the Crimson Clan’s development. They proposed all sorts of extremely favorable cooperation and trade agreements as representatives of their clans. In fact, some of these offered agreements were so favorable that they were providing the Crimson Clan with benefits without any strings attached. They were likely in hopes of establis.h.i.+ng a relations.h.i.+p with this quickly rising clan.

However, most tempting baits typically had the hardest hooks to swallow. These people, who were trying to a.s.sociate themselves with the Crimson Clan at great cost of resources and magical crystals, definitely carried ma.s.sive trouble on their backs. If Greem were to take the bait, he would essentially be shouldering a certain degree of the burden for these people.

If the enemies and rivals of these parties were only medium and small clans, the Crimson Clan could agree to their offers without any hesitation. However, if their troubles involved any high-grade adepts, then the Crimson Clan would be finding problems for themselves!

That was why, during his two-day stay in the adept’s tower, Greem had no spare time at all. All of his time was spent talking with these people from all sorts of backgrounds.

With all the information in his hands and the guidance of the two Third Grade adepts, Greem naturally knew how to deal with these uninvited guests.

He directed them to Crimson Majordomo Gargamel, who was in Fire Throne, and left alone to board the flying s.h.i.+p.

The distance from Ailovis to Skettis was almost fifty-five thousand kilometers. Even with the speed of the flying s.h.i.+p, it would take them half a month to arrive. Greem had more than enough time to relax and enjoy this trip.

When the s.h.i.+p reached a high alt.i.tude and started cruising through the clouds, the temperature on the deck fell abruptly. Those ordinary n.o.bles couldn’t endure such cold temperatures, no matter how influential they were. As such, they had long since retreated into the cabins that were protected with elementium barriers.

At the moment, those who could stay on the deck were all official adepts!

It was a loose crew of one dozen adepts. Judging from the way they dressed and their spiritual fluctuations, most of them were First Grade adepts and no one he had to watch out for.

Only an old adept with white, balding hair in a corner of the deck discreetly nodded and bent down when he saw Greem’s eye sweep across him, putting on a flattering smile as he did so.

Greem had the Chip’s a.s.sistance and immediately understood what was happening.

It seemed this person had the opportunity to partic.i.p.ate in the tower’s banquet and had seen him before.

Greem had no time to deal with a small fry like this. His gaze paused on the old adept for a second before moving elsewhere. The old adept knew his status well enough and didn’t dare disturb Greem. Instead, he turned and started talking with another adept.

The adepts were a large group. Naturally, there were all sorts of people among them, all with different personalities and interests. Some were interested in conversation, while others preferred to keep to themselves.

After running into a wall twice in a row, he finally managed to strike up a conversation with a pair of young male and female adepts. The two adepts were clearly a couple, and their relations.h.i.+p was enviably intimate.

Greem stayed on the deck for a bit longer before getting bored of the scenery and turning to walk into the cabin.

The old adept who was still engaged in conversation followed Greem with the corner of his eye. He finally let out a breath of relief when he saw Greem leave. It was an honor to run into such a legendary adept, but the pressure was immense as well.

The couple seemed to have noticed the behavior of the old adept and secretly a.s.sessed Greem.

A fiery look of infatuation appeared in the eyes of the young female adept when she saw Greem’s tall silhouette disappear into the cabin.

“He looks like a strong adept! Could he be a body-refining adept?”

It seemed like the male adept was not satisfied with his partner’s behavior. He frowned and said, “What’s good about body-refining adepts? They’re always soaking themselves in all sorts of weird juices. They always have a weird stink on them.”

G.o.ddammit! Truly a bunch of rookies and amateurs that have never seen the world. To think they dared to make comments about an unknown adept in public. These are really two brats that have no idea how ‘death’ is spelled.

The old adept quickly interrupted the couple’s ‘ramblings’ and continued to pa.s.sionately describe his previous mission to them, “That ruin was on the edge of the Black Forest. It had been scoured by people a few times before, but there were still some things left in there. As long as you listen to me, I guarantee you can get some decent resources from there.”

The old adept continued on his rant. However, by this time, Greem had already entered the cabin. The magical array around it kept him from hearing the rest of the conversation.

Greem was only listening casually to the conversation of these small fries. He wouldn’t take any of their words to heart.

The old adept was a useless adept with no chance of advancement, only barely reaching his current level through the sheer pa.s.sage of time. Moreover, Greem could sense a very well-hidden trace of hostility in the old man’s eyes and slick promises.

It seemed like those two young adepts had become his prey. If he managed to trick them into that so-called ‘ruin,’ they would either walk into traps or be betrayed. It wasn’t hard to imagine what their outcome would be.

Still, what did this have to do with Greem?

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As the elders of the adept’s tower had previously notified them, the adept managing the flying s.h.i.+p made sure to leave the largest and most luxurious room on the s.h.i.+p to Greem.

The s.p.a.ce inside the flying s.h.i.+p wasn’t large. Apart from the warehouse at the bottom-most level, the rooms left for the pa.s.sengers were exceedingly narrow and small. Even the official adepts typically stayed in those tight rooms. However, Greem had a completely different feeling when he was led to his quarters by the managing adept.

The room before him was not only broad and brightly-lit, but was also clearly split up into two sections.

The outer section was the living room and the study room, while the inner part was the bedroom and a separate workshop. There was even a small alchemy platform in the workshop.

This way, Greem would be able to process some simple alchemical items even during this journey.

At this point, ordinary First and Second Grade magical golems could not provide him with any help. However, Third Grade elementium cores were not so easily obtained. Greem could only try his best to forge some lower-grade magical golems to bolster the combat power of his clan adepts.

The clan’s resource sites were already starting to come online. Combined with the ma.s.sive dragon resources of Lance, the Crimson Clan had a very stable resource-harvesting system. Under such circ.u.mstances, the convenient and practical elementium golems, as strategic resources, were no longer sold to the outside world. Instead, they were kept as exclusive benefits of the Crimson adepts.

On this boring journey, reading books, looking at the scenery, and taking some time to create special elementium golems; all this became a daily routine for Greem!

The effect of meditation on improving Spirit was insignificant for Greem as he was now. However, after hundreds of years of developing this habit, four hours of daily meditation was a fixed routine for him.

The improvement from such meditation might be minor, but if Greem persisted over the years, he might be able to obtain decent results.

It was impossible to become a powerhouse without such routine hard work!

Even during this seemingly leisurely trip, the Chip in Greem’s mind was still operating at high speed, a.n.a.lyzing one task after another in an orderly fas.h.i.+on.

Ever since becoming Third Grade, the increase to his Spirit had caused an unprecedented improvement to the Chip’s calculation and organization abilities. Greem also discovered that his mind could now manage large amounts of data at a fast and efficient rate, even without the help of the Chip.

He roughly estimated that his mind, as of now, could compare to the Chip when he was First Grade!

It indirectly explained how high-grade adepts were able to deal with those complex, multi-layered three-dimensional arrays. With their powerful Spirits, every high-grade adept’s brain had been developed tremendously. Their minds were no weaker than intelligent computers from Greem’s last life.

In fact, for the sake of increasing the capacity of their minds, some adepts would even use special magic to stimulate the wild growth of their brain, before cutting off a part of it and storing it in their own adept’s tower. This way, with the inherent connection between their brain and their split-off brain, these adepts would possess extraordinary memory and nearly infinite memory storage.

It was almost as if they had a more rudimentary ‘Chip’ regularly a.s.sisting. If Greem ran into such individuals, his advantage of having the Chip would be leveled, and there would be no advantage to speak of.

That was why the Chip was a tool and not the master. Greem had to fully unleash his own power and potential aside from relying on the Chip!