Sorcerer’s Handbook

“It’s not just you, Ms. Annan, Mr. Banjeet, Mr. Bukin, Mr. Harvey, you all must leave the Kingdom of Gospel.”

After experiencing a mental eviction, Ashe didn’t expect to face a physical expulsion in real life: “Why?”

“Because I can only protect you for eighty-eight minutes,” Lise Deya said. “Once I become Gosdeya, I can’t honor my agreement with Lise to continue looking after you. In fact, it might be disadvantageous for you.”

“When I say ‘disadvantageous,’ I don’t mean direct harm like being hunted, persecuted, or scrapped, but rather the constant grinding by the environment. Although I’m not fully Gosdeya yet, I can vaguely sense what arrangements might be in store for you-Mr. Bukin will successfully establish a small intelligence organization, but once it expands to a city, it will stagnate, and he’ll spend the rest of his life managing internal conflicts; Mr. Harvey will discover an ancient underground battlefield from the Elven Dynasty, but the path back will be blocked by a landslide, leaving him to spend his life researching in the tomb; Ms. Annan will have a child with you and devote all her time to raising the child; Mr. Banjeet will help look after your child.”

Ashe: “What about me?”

Lise Deya: “Gosdeya hasn’t decided yet, but the arrangement for you would be similar: blunting your claws, tempering your ideals and will, filling your emptiness with worldly pleasures, and occupying your time with trivial matters.”

Ashe couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly: “I don’t have any ideals.”

“You might not have had any in the past, but what about now?” Lise Deya said. “Grief has five stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.”

“But for someone like you, who caught the deity’s eye, once you process your tribulations, you’ll enter a sixth stage: retaliation.”

“If you want to retaliate, you can’t stay in Gospel. Gospel is a paradise for the weak but a hell for the strong. Of course, if you wish to enjoy a simple happiness, Gospel can undoubtedly satisfy you. You’ll likely form a noisy, bustling family with Ms. Annan.”

“But if you wish to practice spellcasting, that’s absolutely impossible,” Lise Deya revealed a secret that would send tremors through all of Gospel: “Gospel automatically restricts the development of Sanctuary Sorcerers. Unless they are willing to come to Nabistin for training in Gospel, sorcerers will constantly be beset by trivial matters, making it difficult to focus.”

Ashe asked in astonishment, “Why restrict the Sanctuary?”

“This is the optimal result calculated by Gospel,” Lise Deya explained. “Rather than a restriction, it’s a matter of resource optimization. Sanctuary Sorcerers represent the pinnacle for ordinary sorcerers. Further training rarely achieves a breakthrough to legendary status. Moreover, in terms of productivity, the gap between legendary sorcerers and Sanctuary Sorcerers doesn’t justify the time Sanctuary Sorcerers spend in training. If Sanctuaries allocate their time to production, the cost-benefit ratio is far superior to spending it on spellcasting research.”

“Becoming a legendary sorcerer benefits the individual but doesn’t serve the society. The Kingdom of Gospel only needs Sanctuary Sorcerers; that’s Gospel’s assessment. Only when sorcerers voluntarily settle in Nabistin, where Gospel can directly oversee their production and research, will the developmental restrictions be lifted.”

Lise Deya paused, “I also agree this approach is correct.”

Ashe blinked, remaining silent.

“Every Sanctuary Sorcerer doesn’t emerge out of thin air but originates from a stable social environment, comprehensive spellcasting traditions, and Gospel’s conscientious training,” Lise Deya said. “When a Sanctuary seed appears, Gospel tailors different training plans based on the seed’s personality-granting trials to the arrogant, companionship to the introverted, competition to the confident, and despair to the greedy… ensuring that they escape certain death and have the best chance to grow.”

“Each Sanctuary Sorcerer is a masterpiece of societal training. Given this, they have a duty to give back to society rather than using violence and awe to continue plundering resources and ascending the Virtual Realm, exploiting millions for their own benefit.”

Hearing these words ten days ago and now, the feeling was completely different. Ten days ago, Ashe was a two-wings sorcerer, far from reaching Sanctuary, and considered this policy to be praiseworthy, wishing Sanctuaries would serve as pillars for the space gate, burning their lifetimes for the greater good of society.

Now as a three-wings sorcerer, though not yet a Sanctuary, his sense of personal stake had significantly increased-why?

“Do you think the Ritual of Prohibited Synchronization of Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon is easy? Is adventuring in the virtual realm without danger?

Besides, Ashe is a Mudborn sorcerer. For an ordinary sorcerer, it takes at least ten years of effort in spellcasting to advance to Sanctuary. Their years of diligence, sweat, and focus naturally bring them a strong sense of superiority, so how could they willingly stop and turn to labor? řÀＮՕΒЕṧ

Remember, Sanctuaries aren’t just about productivity; they’re tactical weapons!

However, only Gospel can do this. Other kingdoms wouldn’t dare to mistreat the pillars of their society. Only Gospel can subtly guide Sanctuaries, even if reluctantly, to eventually contribute to society.

But this sort of persuasion has its limits; they can’t be forced to act as pillars for the space gate.

“This stance only applies to those of Gospel,” Lise Deya said. “You, Mr. Harvey, Mr. Bukin-Gospel holds no debt to you, and you have no obligation to repay Gospel. But if you stay, you won’t have a choice.”

“So, for your own good, you must leave Gospel as soon as possible. I’ve repaired your motorcycle, and the others should be waiting outside. Ride through Azure Lane to Modora; in twenty-three minutes, a virtual realm passage will appear on the outskirts of Modora City. I’ve sent you the exact coordinates.”

Ashe stared at her in surprise, “You’ve arranged everything?”

“Because Lise entrusted everything to me,” Lise Deya smiled. “And you are everything.”

“But what if I want to stay?”

Lise Deya actually considered for a moment: “Then I would tell Mr. Bukin and Mr. Harvey the truth and have them drag you away.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to stay in Gospel either. Under the same sky, you’ll eventually do something foolish.”

Lise Deya extended her hand to pull Ashe up before sitting down herself, “Go. They’re waiting for you.”

Ashe squeezed her hand in return. Lise Deya smiled slightly, “I know nothing I say can dispel the guilt, frustration, anger, and sadness in your heart, so I won’t try to comfort you. Carry these heavy yet sweet burdens, and continue your efforts in a new Kingdom. Then…”

“When you return to the Kingdom of Gospel one day, you might be able to make up for your current regrets.”

With utmost seriousness, Lise Deya pried Ashe’s fingers open one by one and then pushed him away.

“Go on,” she urged. “The amnesiac princess has returned home, and the wandering knight should let go.”

There was no choice.

Rationality told Ashe that the only thing he could do now was leave; emotions told him not to look back-one of the most futile things in life is to keep looking back.

Yet, when Ashe turned towards the door, he couldn’t take a step forward.

Shame.

Guilt.

Self-reproach.

Anger!

He couldn’t stand being protected by a girl! He couldn’t bear why he was struck by such a disaster! And he couldn’t tolerate being forced to escape in such a pathetic manner!

How could he ever sleep soundly again?

How could he face the sword princess afterward?

If his brother saw him so disgraceful, wouldn’t he call his nephew out to laugh at him together?

Is he really out of options? Really got no cards left to play? Think harder!

Ashe racked his brains, searching for a miracle, flipping through Ashpel’s memories endlessly-since he needed to solve the problem with the deity, why not see if it had shown any flaws while residing within him?

“What’s wrong?” Lise Deya asked. “Did you forget something? I can fetch it for you.”

Fetch it…

“…A blessing from the Dramatic Poet allows one to seize a target’s spirit through close contact…”

Suddenly, an unfamiliar phrase surged into Ashe’s mind.

Seize… If I had a blessing to seize spirits, could I seize the deity? But the problem is, I don’t have such a blessing. The only thing I have is-

Ashe paused, looking up at the sunlight streaming through the doorway.

It’s morning already.

Ashe abruptly turned around and half-kneeled on the throne, gripping Lise Deya’s hand tightly. “Do you have any important secrets you’re keeping from me?” he asked.

Lise Deya glanced at him, pondering for a moment. “Yes, and I won’t tell you.”

“Then don’t tell me in the future either,” Ashe replied, trying to pull out the soul summoning spirit hidden within his own soul. Of course, it was impossible-soul summoning spirits can’t be used in reality, nor can they appear or be traded in the real world.

This was one of the reasons the sword princess had never heard of soul summoning spirits before. Even if a sorcerer killed a heroic soul commander and acquired a soul summoning spirit, he couldn’t take it out to boast with evidence.

At this point, Ashe used a blessing he had kept unused for a long time-“transferring”!

This was a blessing given to Ashe by the Dramatic Poet after he endured the unfortunate curse of “no toilet paper”!

Long ago, Ashe had wanted to use this blessing to directly give a spirit to Lise. Though it was barely better than nothing, it would at least give her some means of self-defense. But Lise had refused.

Unexpectedly, this gift was finally given.

Transfer recipient  → Lise Deya.

Transfer item – the soul summoning spirit!

When Ashe saw the soul summoning spirit leave his soul and transfer into Lise Deya’s body through his arm, he let out a long sigh of relief.

His calculations were indeed correct. Now that the Celestial Bull had stepped into the Spider Tower Area, his Pact with the Empress’s commander had finally begun to execute and had simultaneously become null and void-allowing him to transfer the soul summoning spirit!

And the next part was crucial!

Under Ashe’s tense gaze, Lise Deya’s expression first showed some confusion, then her brows slowly relaxed, and finally, her eyelids drooped as if she suddenly felt very sleepy.

“You…”

“Elder sister, go back to sleep.”

“I changed my mind!”

Deya abruptly opened her eyes, locking gazes with Ashe.

The mighty and revered deity of Gospel was still occupying her soul, and its intense will illuminated every corner of her soul like the morning sun, causing all spirits to cower and huddle at the edges in trembling fear.

Yet, this overbearing being, which even in its sleep still tried to seek her out and crush her completely, now remained lazily inactive, as if it didn’t care about the change. It held the newly acquired soul summoning spirit in its hands, enveloped in the spirit’s intense purple glow.

The Little Witch, the White Queen, the Black Butler, and the Scarlet Dead Apostles also awoke in succession. Deya glanced at Ashe, and from the reflection in his eyes, completed a silent exchange with her sister.

“How do you feel?” Ashe asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Ashe couldn’t predict the outcome; the strength of the secrecy power depended on the magnitude of her secret and her degree of confide. He could only pray she had a deep, unspeakable secret, allowing the secrecy power to be fully unleashed.

“Not scared,” Deya replied. “I feel like I’m not afraid anymore.”

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