Chapter 359: A Feign Death Plan?
After Professor Duncan and several elders collapsed one after another.
A buzz of discussion filled the laboratory hall, and a deeply pessimistic mood began to spread.
Ansu rubbed his throbbing temples and first sent instructions to the South: have Barnes immediately withdraw to Norvigel for recuperation, and transfer command to Elder Matthew.
After giving these orders, he put away his communicator and turned towards Celia's private laboratory.
The laboratory door wasn't fully closed, revealing a messy scene inside.
Ancient books and manuscripts were piled open on the floor. Celia sat at the table, irritably clutching her silver-white hair, a gloomy hostility suppressed in her eyes.
“If you keep pulling your hair like that, you’ll go bald,” Ansu joked helplessly, looking at a few strands of silver hair that had fallen onto the manuscript.
Celia looked up and saw him, her tense shoulders relaxing slightly.
“Ansu! You’re just in time. I just thought of an approach that might be worth trying.”