Mage Manual-Chapter 261 - 225 Harvey Starts a Group

Chapter 261: Chapter 225 Harvey Starts a Group

Chapter 261: Chapter 225 Harvey Starts a Group

“Ah…”

Bathed in sunlight, Liss woke up hugging her teddy bear in her left hand and rubbing her eyes with her right as she sat up, her face showing signs of poor sleep. Last night, after she had gone to bed, her sisters returned, and instead of sleeping, they chatted all night, which forced her to get up in the middle of the night to pee.

After relieving herself, her sisters were still talking about the Void Realm, and Liss found herself mesmerized by their conversation, resulting in a lack of sleep and extreme fatigue.

In fact, if Liss hadn’t taken over her body, they would have had a full night’s rest.

That’s because when a Mage connects to the Void Realm, their physical body is essentially put under the realm’s temporary custody to automatically sleep, entering a state of deep sleep directly.

The majority of organisms alternate between light and deep sleep, with the latter being the most restorative but making up only a small portion of the sleep cycle.

A Mage who can voluntarily enter deep sleep only needs to spend 2 hours in the Void Realm for their body to recuperate enough energy to last for another 22 hours. And unless they are incredibly unlucky, most Mages spend around four hours in their exploration of the Void Realm, leading to a recovery of energy that’s almost overflowing.

This is one of the reasons why Mages are considered part of the elite class in various nations. It’s not that all Mages wield destructive power, but they all have more real-world time and an abundance of energy that lasts them the whole day without feeling tired.

Simply put, Mages not only possess higher talents than the average person but also work harder, have more time, and even if they were to do manual labor like bricklaying, they would be faster, more vigorous, and stronger. Not to mention Mages also benefit from a more favorable reward feedback system—ordinary people may not succeed no matter how hard they work, but Mages definitely gain something from their efforts. Just by idling in the Void Realm, they grow stronger day by day.

While in the same “game,” only Mages are actual players; ordinary people are merely NPCs used to enhance the atmosphere.

By letting Liss take over her body after entering the Void Realm, Diya effectively gave up the benefit of “Void Realm-assisted sleep.” In addition to their bodies being turned into those of children, a solid nine hours of sleep was needed for recovery.

As to why she would choose such a tiresome and thankless task… it was, of course, to conceal the fact that she was a Mage.

The ability to immediately enter deep sleep is both a privilege and a hallmark of a Mage. That is to say, if someone falls into a dead sleep immediately, showing no movement, and sleeps for fewer than five hours, that person is undoubtedly a Mage; conversely, if someone wakes up during the night, kicks off their covers, drools, and sleeps for more than seven hours, they are most certainly not a Mage.

When Diya was in the Tower, even though she summoned her “mask” Technique Spirit and began her adventures in the Void Realm three years ago, she managed to deceive everyone with this tactic, eluding even the perception of Holy Sanctuary Mages. To everyone, she was, from beginning to end, the innocent and naïve Princess Lissdia who could not sleep without her teddy bear.

Now, although she is no longer a princess, she still needs to hide her Mage identity. If Hanna were to discover that little Liss was a Mage, all their efforts would be in vain. Moreover, Diya had grown accustomed to leaving a sister to watch over her physical body in the real world. Without doing so, she would feel as uneasy as if she were not wearing underwear, and unable to concentrate on exploring the Void Realm.

Little Liss yawned as she washed up in the bathroom of her room. Coming out, she saw Ash, Igula, Harvey, and Banjee all having breakfast, their spirits high, clearly indicating they had spent the night in the Void Realm.

At that moment, Hanna happened to come out of her room. Liss thought for a second, undid her roughly tied pigtails, and holding her hairbands, tugged at Ash’s sleeve, “Daddy, do my hair.”

Ash, who was enjoying his custard-filled buns, blinked and glanced at Hanna walking over. He didn’t refuse the rather presumptuous request, lifted Liss into his arms, and began a series of clumsy yet vigorous operations.

In the art of hairstyling, Ash was indeed a professional—his efforts with messy hair had utterly destroyed the beauty of Liss, the otherwise pretty child, turning the highest quality ingredients into the most unappetizing dish. Her bangs were pulled taut, distorting her beautiful big eyes with the gravity of the hair.

However, Ash wasn’t specifically picking on Liss; he was genuinely inept at hair-styling—his mother had short hair, and his brother kept a buzz cut for over twenty years. Where could he have learned to do hair?

But it didn’t matter that Ash was bad at hairstyling. If he could just make Liss look ugly, he would activate the automatic aesthetic correction mechanism of the house.

Holding Liss, he turned to face Igula across the table.

Staring (=⊙ω⊙=)~

Staring (=^ω^=)~

One second, two seconds, three seconds. Once Hanna sat down, Igula finally couldn’t take it anymore, “Come here, I’ll braid your hair. Ash, your hands are only good for carving designs in shit.”

“Next time you want your hair braided, just go straight to Aunt Bokin. He won’t refuse you to protect his own eyes,” Ash chuckled, setting Liss down.

As Igula took out her own small comb to help Liss tidy her hair, Harvey, having finished breakfast, walked out to the living room balcony, lit a stick of cat grass, and asked, “Miss, do you have any plans for today?”

“There might be, there might not be.”

The purple dragon lizard suddenly appeared on Hanna’s shoulder; Hanna tore off a piece of bagel to feed it, saying, “Today is May 4th, and your official workday is on the 10th. Until then, you are free to do as you please. You don’t need to follow my lead.”

“Free?” Harvey squinted his eyes, “You call this ‘freedom’, where we can’t contact the outside world, can’t go out to breathe fresh air, can’t even research the Magic Faction, a ‘free’ state?”

Although Harvey did not and could not assume a threatening posture, the young housekeeper stealthily stepped forward, placing himself between the Necromancer and the miss.

Ash glanced at Igula, who was focused on braiding Liss’s hair; they simply exchanged a brief look with the cult leader — It’s got nothing to do with me, I haven’t conspired with Harvey, he’s the one who’s stirring things up.

“So, what kind of freedom do you want?” Hanna swiveled her chair toward the balcony, tilting her head slightly, her amethyst earrings sparkling in the sunlight, “I imagine you’re not just looking to smell the flowers, soak up the sun, and experience the exotic local atmosphere, are you?”

“I want to go to the sewers on the level below.”

The sunlight seemed to be tinged with purple, a chilling coldness spilling across the space like mercury, Ash put down the chubby Lalafee, and Igula hugged Liss to her chest.

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They had almost forgotten — even though Hanna had gathered them under her command through despicable means, Hanna herself was a Two-winged Mage. Compared to the Spirit Mage who was not adept at direct combat, the Necromancer who heavily relied on the environment of the battlefield, and the Mage who had stepped into the Time Continent for the first time last night, the Purple Moth, daring to seek the hide of the Gods of Four Pillars, likely had greater combat power than the three of them.

Not to mention the presiding presence of the over-sixty Banjee.

“…Found in the Gospel Book?” Hanna flicked her earring, giving off a ‘ding’ sound, “Let me guess the keywords you searched for this information — ‘where in Azura can someone kill without attracting the Red Hats’ attention’?”

“Actually, it’s ‘where in the city are corpses most likely to appear’,” Harvey said as he took the last puff, “I was expecting the name of a subpar hospital to come up, it seems Azura’s medical environment is quite excellent.”

“I may not have said it, but — adherence to social morality is a very important reference for the Gospel Book’s rankings,” Hanna’s eyes seemed to veil in a layer of purple hue, “Without my order, you are not allowed to kill anyone, not even a Lalafee.”

“I didn’t say I was going to kill anyone,” Harvey said, flicking the cigarette butt off the balcony after taking the last drag, “A Necromancer wanting corpses has many ‘legal’ means —”

The young housekeeper pointed a finger, ice spikes instantly piercing ten meters to freeze the cigarette butt mid-air, then with a gentle hook, the frosted cigarette butt traced an arc into his palm.

“It’s all the same at home, but if you throw a cigarette butt outside, it violates the ‘High-Rise Residential Security Regulations’ and the ‘Security Management Practices’.”

Banjee spoke calmly, “Please do not engage in actions that diminish your own value. ‘The Gospel Book’ is watching you.”