Chapter 389: Igors Worth
Just as Ashe was about to be persuaded, he suddenly became alert. “Wait, Anfel, are you Yvaren’s envoy?”
“Wow, that was close. I almost fell for it. You’ve got quite the silver tongue. What Spellcasting Sect are you from? Mental Sect? Dominance Sect? So, have you secretly used a Miracle to cloud my judgment? No wonder you approached me; it was all part of a plan!”
“This is outrageous! You, a henchman of Belldate’s, please spare my life!”
“Mr. Ashe, you really are an amusing person,” Anfel chuckled. “But I still don’t recommend you stay in Mephila.”
“Why not?”
“Because the previous ranking lists show that you, Mr. Ashe, have great ambitions. You are destined to become a legendary sorcerer, leaving a significant mark on history and the Virtual Realm. Belldate cannot anticipate your future. Mephila is just a wonderland for mortals; you are meant for a greater stage.”
“I will continue to follow your progress in the Gospel Book,” Anfel said, clenching her fists in encouragement. “You are the first person I know to appear at the Weaving Festival. Although I don’t know how long you’ll stay here, if you encounter any trouble, come to me. I’ll do my best to help you. Please take care of me in the future!”
Looking at the radiant face of the red-haired girl, Ashe suddenly felt a bit dazed.
He recalled his past first encounters—