Chapter 299: Rance's Fan Behavior

maker from the Royal Avalor Academy academic visiting team..."Sophia glanced at the two people sitting on the sofa opposite her, and said in a weak voice."You know, being a Gold member in the second g...Chapter 300: Ranch's Fans'

When Lanche adjusted the retrieval catalog on the reception desk, the obsidian screen flickered and displayed a detailed list. {I hope the readers remember our domain name at this point.}

The screen scrolls with a plethora of precious items.

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Each line represents a treasure or magic item, described in pink text. At the end of each item, there are several small icons that represent its characteristic information.

When Ranch sorts by rank from highest to lowest.

This time, a high-enough tier card finally appeared at the top.

Lance gently touched that line, and a more detailed description and 3D image appeared in the center of the crystal screen —

Roar of the Storm Dragon

Category: Spell Card

Rank: Pink Sacred

[Class: 7]

Effect: Repel and launch all enemies within range, centered on oneself. Within 1 second, clear and resist all attacks from up to eight tiers of enemies within the range. Cooldown time: 135 seconds.

Note: Martial virtue is paramount, one should never sneak attack someone who is unprepared.

"This spell is pretty good."

Zethera sidled up, her gaze quickly snagged by the specific appraisal effect of this card.

Its spell radius is between twenty and thirty meters, it does not deal magical damage, and can cause indirect physical damage. It should be used more often as a defensive skill to clear toxins, traps, and flying projectiles.

But she regretted it as soon as she said it.

Actually, she thought most normal pink divine-tier magic cards were pretty good.

Maybe this card is stronger than the previous four or five star cards in terms of mechanics and stats.

But precisely because it is a seventh-level spell, compared to other seventh-level spells horizontally, it may not be a particularly strong card.

Most importantly, regardless of suitability, if the teacher wants to use this card, it would take several years even if they constantly challenged the shadow world.

For a brief moment, the meeting room fell silent.

They carefully browsed the catalog, and the puppets in the reception area quietly waited.

That's it.

Lanchi didn't hesitate much this time. After looking over the card's effects, he directly made his selection on the touchscreen and said to the Doll Miss.

"Huh"

This left Zestilla utterly perplexed.

He didn't even bother looking at the next six wind-elemental magic spells.

"Excuse me, please wait a moment while I process your final continuation request."

Having received Ranchi's choice, the doll's blue eyes flickered with a faint light as it mechanically smiled slightly and began preparing for the exchange process.

Her fingers glided softly over the magic circle on the reception desk, and afterward, the center of the desk began to open and concave into a small circular platform.

On the surface, magical light began to appear, distorting the clear air like a whirlpool. It rotated and gradually formed a shape, as if it were being unsealed and transported from within the vault through the barrier.

Soon after, a magic card the size of half a palm floated up from the table.

A pink aura emanates from the card's edges. The front depicts an ancient storm dragon totem soaring through the sky. Runes of magic, like stars, are interconnected, forming a dazzling image. Complex magical patterns inlaid along the card's border make it even more brilliant under the dim light.

The puppet extended its hand and gently lifted the magic card from the table. In an instant, the entire conference room seemed to be swept by a gust of wind, as if enveloped by the power of dragon language magic.

The puppet extended its hand to Lance, its voice filled with mystery: "Please, take this. Treasure it."

Thank you.

Lance took the card. The moment his fingers touched the semi-transparent card, he could feel the terrifying magical energy compressed within it.

He put it away and ended the visit.

Goodbye, sir and madam.

As the parting words echoed from the puppet's farewell, the door to the meeting room swung open once more. Ranch and Zestilla stepped out, venturing into the vast central pathway of the Infinite Library.

"Teacher, why did you choose this card"

Zetsila stepped onto the soft red carpet, her confusion deepening as the path seemed to stretch endlessly through the silent library.

"Because it's a wind attribute."

Ranch replied.

This only made Zestilla more confused.

Lance couldn't explain the decisive reason for his choice of this card.

Actually, there's a strong subjective factor in his desire. He always wanted a very impactful, high-level wind magic spell.

As they walked, the magical streetlamps lining the path flickered to life once more, illuminating the way ahead and casting a faint glow over the shadowy library.

After a moment of silence.

"Zesthira, in your opinion, what are the advantages of this card"

Lanche asked in return.

Most spells have their merits, as long as they are used properly.

For example, those ["Error Healing"] series of magic cards, they may seem like useless cards, but with wisdom, they can also be useful.

Zesitara pondered seriously, burying her head in thought. She felt that the teacher was testing her.

The two continued walking silently along the library's path. As they passed through each area, wondrous magical phenomena would occur randomly. Sometimes, magic devices would appear in corners, automatically playing a projection of a historical event or a whimsical painting. Occasionally, as they walked past a piano, it would begin to play a melodious tune on its own.

Suddenly, Zestilla raised her head as if she had understood something.

This card also has the effect of safely demolishing buildings.

Zethira looked at Lance and said.

>"...."

Seeing the teacher didn't speak, Zethira just went on.

"This card is fundamentally a defensive spell. Sometimes, it's not that you subjectively want to destroy buildings, but rather that you are forced to do so out of necessity to protect your own life safety. You shouldn't bear the primary responsibility for the property damage caused."

Although, but.

Given current real estate prices in the imperial capital, Helrm, if someone has decades of mortgage payments and two strong individuals fighting damages their house and tears it down.

No matter who wins or loses, the next one to join the battlefield will probably be him. There's no need to wait for the court to decide the winner.

Zestila now felt more and more sorry for Kaeus, the high priest who had been reported by his teacher. He lost his job, his house, and still had to repay his debts. It was rumored that Kaeus jumped off a building recently, but he didn't die.

Zhesitila had never heard of anyone being driven to suicide by a cult before.

"Aren't you secretly reading legal books"

Lanche, after hearing this, was slightly surprised. He knew that Zestilla didn't like to study, so he hadn't even suggested she read it. He tended to be more towards happy education when teaching his students, but he was a bit stricter with students who liked to break the rules.

I haven't been watching it for long.

Zesira tilted her head, her voice calm but brimming with sincere respect.

I feel like learning with you and the teacher is much more realistic than chasing after the Talia I imagined.

"How did Talya become a figment of imagination"

If she were really as amazing as I imagined her to be from childhood, she would have probably succeeded in restoring the country by now. Thinking about it carefully, it's all just my wishful thinking. Instead of believing that Talya can restore the country herself, it's more realistic to hope that she can achieve it by marrying a good man.

"Well."

Ranche had never laughed before, but Zethila's words made him chuckle.

That old hag still wants to catch a sucker, while others rely on their looks, she probably has to rely on a kitchen knife.

(The End)

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