Cultivating in the Wizard World-Chapter 220 - 199: Upheaval and Conversation (Part 3)

Chapter 220: Chapter 199: Upheaval and Conversation (Part 3)

In any case, from Jeming’s perspective, even choosing the most passive response—maintaining the status quo until the other side makes a move—is more appropriate than hastily leaving to gather reinforcements... At the very least, get through this round of offensives first!

However, Viola seemed unexpectedly calm about it, with a hint of a unique "excitement" on her face:

"Since Professor Clark has already sent word, it seems the decision to gather troops has already been confirmed. But don’t hold such a grudge; the perspective and information a High Tier Wizard possesses are on a completely different level from ours. What seems like a strange action might contain other reasons."

Upon hearing this, Jeming thought carefully for a moment and then shook his head regretfully.

With the intelligence and information he currently possesses, he can’t think of any good reasons for doing this.

The best he could do was think that Augustine might be luring the enemy in deep, using the wizards in the camp as bait to trigger a full assault from the beings of the Ice and Flame Plane.

But even thinking this way still has significant flaws, the most important being the chaotic flow of time.

The issue of the chaotic time flow at the outer layer of the Ice and Flame Plane far exceeds the norm; even a one-second delay could mean days skipped.

Nonetheless, with Viola’s reminder, Jeming also realized.

There are very few fools who become High Tier Wizards; Augustine must have his own considerations.

"Sigh... I hope this wizard isn’t too ruthless; otherwise, the dangers for us wizards staying here could be too great."

"Crisis is naturally a crisis. But for us, it also means opportunity." Viola gently stroked her pale chin, her gaze passing through the window as if she could see the bloody future of the Ice and Flame Plane.

"You’re right. The battles to follow will inevitably be much more brutal than before." She said softly, her voice lacking any trace of concern, instead carrying a hint of anticipation.

After a while, she snapped back to her senses: "But the risks are relatively controllable; after all, those three deputy commanders will be staying this time.

Upon hearing this, Jeming’s uneasiness slightly eased.

The joint effort of three Fifth Level Wizards is indeed enough to handle most crises.

"However, I’m rather surprised." Viola’s gaze turned back to Jeming, carrying a hint of playful inquiry, "Upon hearing such a major strategic shift, knowing that Master Augustine is about to leave for the Ship Plane, don’t you plan to leave with it? This should be the best way to avoid falling into peril."

Jeming glanced at her, not answering directly: "Why I don’t leave has many reasons. But the reason you don’t plan to go back, senior sister, is straightforward and clear."

Jeming’s tone was calm, but his words were sharp as a blade, mercilessly exposing Viola’s essence: "You intend to stay and watch up close the agony of those wizards in the forthcoming, infinitely brutal battles, don’t you?"

Viola’s smile not only remained unfazed but grew even more radiant.

"Hehe..." Viola laughed softly, a laugh like the clash of ice crystals, crisp yet carrying a hint of eeriness.

"You’ve seen right through me, junior brother. Yes, that’s exactly it." She made no effort to conceal her true intent, even expressing a touch of pride.

"That extreme bloodshed, those wizards struggling to survive in dire straits amid extreme despair and pain—the ’spark’ that can erupt from the depths of their souls... This is one of the ’art pieces’ I most wish to admire in this life."

Viola’s unreserved, even prideful pathological nature drew a long sigh from Jeming.

"I’m starting to doubt your intentions when we first met..."

"Oh dear? Have you found out?" Viola’s silvery-gray eyes shimmered with an indescribable light.

"Is it true or false?" Jeming’s face twitched.

Viola tilted her head: "Of course it’s true. After you took out that magic potion, I knew you weren’t on the same path with those two little guys, so at that time, I already had the thought of helping you..."

Jeming felt like he understood this person’s logic and couldn’t help but cover his face:

"So... back then, did you want to see the pain in Amy’s heart when she realized her shortcomings and parted ways with me willingly?"

"You’re very clever!"

Jeming shook his head, a genuine sense of helplessness in his eyes.

"Senior sister, your personality... is truly too vile." He commented.

However, upon hearing Jeming’s assessment, Viola felt neither shame nor remorse; instead, she took pride in it!

She even rose slightly, like displaying a priceless treasure, with a voice full of deep pride: "My honor."

Jeming shook his head and said no more.

He knew it was meaningless to argue morality with such a person.

After all, regardless of how much this senior sister enjoys watching pain, she has never truly harmed the interests of other wizards.

In some sense, Viola has even looked after him quite a bit.

Given this situation, Jeming had neither the position nor the right to criticize Viola’s personal habits.

Perhaps, the conflicted feelings expressed by those who understand her nature is also the kind of pain she wanted to see...

"Thank you, senior sister, for the information. I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave now."

Jeming stood up, nodded slightly to Viola, and then left her laboratory.

Can’t afford to offend, so goodbye!

The metallic door closed silently behind him, shutting out the morbidly satisfied smile on Viola’s face.