Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1304 - Chapter 1304 Chapter 716 The Magpie Bridge

Chapter 1304: Chapter 716: The Magpie Bridge Chapter 1304: Chapter 716: The Magpie Bridge Logan closed his eyes once more, sinking back into the world of cultivation. Meanwhile, Timothy Daiziel stood quietly by his side, feeling the faint spiritual energy radiating from Logan, his heart filled with anticipation and yearning for the future.

In that city-state shrouded by ancient magic, the City Lord’s Mansion stood like a towering fortress, silent in the center of the city. The night fell, stars twinkled, the gentle breeze brought a hint of chill, yet it also carried with it the barely detectable fluctuations of magic. Timothy Daiziel, a young man in a gray shirt, stood at the entrance, his gaze locked onto the firmly closed door, his heart beating fast as a drum.

“Stay here with the Master, and if there’s any disturbance, inform me immediately,” Timothy Daiziel whispered to a guard beside him, his voice firm and brooking no doubt. A glint of inexplicable light flickered in his eyes, a mix of excitement and tension for the impending task. “The City Lord’s Mansion will not allow outsiders in during this time, I’ll go find more Demonic Qi for the Master to use!”

Upon hearing this, the guard nodded solemnly, seemingly understanding the weight of the task. Timothy Daiziel let out a sigh of relief internally, astonished that the lie he had carefully crafted actually deceived everyone. A smile, hard to detect, flickered on his lips, his heart bursting with joy, as if he could already see the rewards and promotion he would receive for his contribution.

Next, Timothy Daiziel would simply need to stay honestly in the guard room, waiting for that mysterious Master’s cultivation. Every time the Master cultivated, some scattered spiritual energy leaked out. Although faint, it was a precious resource for a low-level mage like Timothy Daiziel. He could feel, every time he absorbed this spiritual energy, his power grew quietly–a subtle yet tangible progression.

Time seemed to stand still, only the occasional humming of a magic array and the distant bustle of the city served as reminders of time’s passage. Timothy Daiziel closed his eyes to rest, trying to bring his mind to the optimal state, to capture any anomalies at the earliest moment.

Suddenly, an emotionless, icy voice shattered the tranquility, “Timothy Daiziel, come in!” It was Logan, the Master’s personal guard, his voice like the cold wind of winter, chilling to the bone.

Timothy Daiziel’s heart skipped a beat as if gripped by something tight; he snapped his eyes open, a restless excitement shining through. Without any hesitation, he stood up and dashed towards the door, his steps as light as leaves in the wind.

“The Master calls, and I, Timothy Daiziel, shall brave fire and water without hesitation,” he recited in his mind, his face flushed with excitement and anticipation. Yet, his impatient demeanor seemed rather amusing, even… cute, in the eyes of Logan, who had just opened the door.

Logan slightly furrowed his brow, the Timothy Daiziel before him was a stark contrast to his usually composed image, a contrast that brought an almost imperceptible smile to Logan’s face. He thought to himself, “They’re quite… interesting.”

Timothy Daiziel stepped over the threshold, into the room, and was greeted by a dense magical aura that made him inhale deeply, as if trying to absorb all of the power into his being. He looked up at the Master, seated in the center of the room, surrounded by a faint halo of magic–a sign of cultivation at its peak.

“Master, I have arrived,” Timothy Daiziel greeted respectfully, his voice trembling slightly, though hard to notice. He knew that every moment from now on could be a turning point in his destiny.

And yet, the Master remained silent, eyes closed, as if he hadn’t noticed Timothy Daiziel’s presence, or perhaps was testing his patience and loyalty. The atmosphere in the room became exceedingly tense, Timothy Daiziel’s heartbeat accelerated again. He knew the real challenge had just begun…

In that City Lord’s Mansion, enveloped by magic and mystery, the night was inky black, moonlight filtered through sparse clouds, casting a soft silver glow on the stone-paved ground. Logan, the mysterious figure in the City Lord’s Mansion, sat in his room adorned with ancient runes, surrounded by an almost invisible magic pulse, his gaze deep as if he could see through the depths of one’s soul.

“I need more Demonic Qi, go get me more,” Logan’s voice was deep and forceful, each word squeezing out as if through clenched teeth, with an undeniable authority. His gaze fell on Timothy Daiziel, not far away, sharp like a blade’s edge, causing a shiver to run down Timothy Daiziel’s spine.

Timothy Daiziel, usually known for his wit and loyalty, now seemed somewhat at a loss. He widened his eyes, looking unbelievingly at Logan, as if he had heard something inconceivable.

“Right, tell the City Lord to set up an array in my room so that all the spiritual energy is absorbed directly here; that will save me the trouble of going back and forth!” Logan continued, his tone revealing a hint of impatience, as if displeased with Timothy Daiziel’s sluggishness.

Upon hearing this, Timothy Daiziel’s heart quivered. He was no stranger to the array that Logan mentioned, a mysterious array capable of gathering and transforming spiritual energy, rumored to be immensely powerful yet full of unknown dangers. Ordinary mages like them dared not even approach it for fear of being harmed by the volatile spiritual energy.