Chapter 290 : Frost and Withering
Chapter 290: Frost and Withering
Deep within the icy plains of the Extreme Cold Secret Realm, though situated merely at the border of the Realm of the Dead, the aura of death was not as dense as in the Realm of the Dead itself.
However, for Janna-Roland, who was in the critical phase of the Blood Exchange Ritual, her physical sensitivity was at its peak. If the aura of death were to invade her at this moment, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Would Janna-Roland, eroded by the aura of death, directly transform into an undead creature?"
Though it was a serious matter, an amusing image of Janna-Roland turning into a "female undead" involuntarily popped into Janna-Roland's mind.
"Regardless of the success or failure of this Blood Exchange Ritual, I will compensate you accordingly."
"Mr. Herman-Rose, the knowledge you just shared with me freely is already worth the reward for this task."
Whether it was the free knowledge related to the Law of Spring Order or today's lavish luncheon, Janna-Roland felt the sincerity of the other party.
Moreover, this matter concerned the significant elevation of Janna-Roland's bloodline.
"I think you can decide after hearing the reward for this task."
Upon hearing this, and seeing Herman-Rose's expressionless face, Janna-Roland's curiosity was piqued.
"The intersection of death and frost not only possesses the most extreme cold but also harbors the power that causes life to wither."
The power that causes life to wither?
After silently repeating Herman-Rose's words in her mind, Janna-Roland quickly grasped the key point.
"Mr. Herman, do you mean that within the Extreme Cold Secret Realm, there also exists the power of the Law of Withering?"
"Exactly—so, my reward for you is future free access to the Extreme Cold Secret Realm."
Upon hearing this reward, Janna-Roland's eyes lit up. After a brief hesitation, she gladly accepted the task reward.
"Thank you, Mr. Herman."
"Father, what are you and Janna-Roland discussing so mysteriously here?"
Before Janna-Roland could finish expressing her gratitude, Janna-Roland, holding a small wooden box, returned to the banquet hall.
"Nothing—Isis, pour some Rose Essence for Miss Janna-Roland."
"Yes, sir."
Originally having left the hall, Isis returned to the dining table upon hearing Herman-Rose's call. She took the wooden box from Janna-Roland's hands and skillfully extracted three exquisite glass wine bottles, each only palm-sized.
"Janna-Roland, these three bottles of Rose Essence are the treasured wines of our family. Please savor them. Personally, I think they taste better than the Fairy's Kiss."
Listening to Janna-Roland's introduction, Janna-Roland smiled and nodded, then took the already filled wine glass from Isis's hand.
"Thank you."
"Miss Janna-Roland, there's no need to be so polite with me."
After filling the glasses for Janna-Roland and the others, Isis retreated to the corner of the hall, remaining silent.
"By the way, what were you discussing with my father just now? Why did you have to send me away?"
As Janna-Roland tasted the Rose Essence in her glass, Janna-Roland's voice sounded in her ear.
"Some matters regarding your studies."
Upon hearing Janna-Roland's response, Janna-Roland looked at her with a face full of skepticism.
"Why do I find that hard to believe—"
The taste of the Rose Essence was indeed excellent, but correspondingly, its potency was quite strong. After just a few sips, Janna-Roland could clearly feel a bit of intoxication.
By the end of the banquet, Janna-Roland felt as if she were walking on air.
"Alright, Janna-Roland, you can stop here."
At the entrance of the Rose Castle, having already exited the barrier, Janna-Roland directly stopped the slightly tipsy Janna-Roland.
"Alright then, take care of yourself. I feel like if I walk any further, I might throw up."
"Okay, you should go back and rest quickly."
Having drunk several more glasses than Janna-Roland, Janna-Roland, after barely escorting Janna-Roland to the entrance, returned to the Rose Castle with the help of several alchemical creatures.
"It's still early—I'll return after completing the task."
After patting her face and slightly alleviating the effects of the alcohol, Janna-Roland cast the Light Feather Spell and quickly headed towards the Misty Forest.
The next morning.
"Knock knock knock—"
Accompanied by a series of urgent knocks on the window, Janna-Roland, still immersed in deep meditation, slowly opened her eyes.
"Apprentice, your class schedule has arrived!"
Seeing that it was the raven knocking on the window, Janna-Roland immediately put on her slippers and quickly walked towards the windowsill.
"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Raven."
"Squawk—" After delivering the class schedule, the raven flapped its wings and flew to the next window.
Seeing this, Janna-Roland closed the window and then opened the envelope containing the class schedule.
"The 'Transfiguration Studies' class has been moved to the morning?"
Looking at the time arrangement on the latest class schedule, Janna-Roland couldn't help but feel a bit surprised.
It was well known that the instructor for the 'Transfiguration Studies' course was Anthony-Blackcrow, who was renowned for being a night owl. For him to move the class to the morning was indeed quite unusual.
"It's still early, just enough time to have breakfast."
Recently, Janna-Roland had been returning to her dormitory late due to tasks, leading to her feeling more fatigued. As a result, she woke up from deep meditation later than before.
This also meant that Janna-Roland hadn't had a proper breakfast for several days.
"Ding—" As the dormitory elevator doors opened, Janna-Roland, having washed up and dressed neatly, headed towards the cafeteria.
"Janna-Roland—"
Before Janna-Roland could reach the cafeteria entrance, a familiar voice called out from behind her.
"So it's you, Marlowe."
The one greeting Janna-Roland was none other than Marlowe-Haig, whom she hadn't seen for a while.
"Have you been on a mission recently? I haven't seen you in class."
"Yes, I took an external mission some time ago and just returned the day before yesterday."
Upon hearing this, Janna-Roland nodded, then noticed the thick textbook in Marlowe-Haig's right hand.
"Did you also enroll in 'Transfiguration Studies'?"
"Yes, I signed up for this course right after you—but don't get me wrong, I just happened to see your name on the registration form while signing up."
Seeing his somewhat unnatural expression, Janna-Roland simply smiled and didn't think much of it.
"Let's go, let's have breakfast together before heading back—"
"Janna-Roland—"
Just as Janna-Roland was about to enter the cafeteria with Marlowe-Haig, a clear and cold voice sounded behind her.
"Janna-Roland, why are you here?"
Seeing the sudden appearance of Janna-Roland, the smile on Janna-Roland's face visibly brightened.