Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1354 - 1347: Exciting Preaching

Chapter 1354: Chapter 1347: Exciting Preaching

Under Baiyue’s comfort and urging, the fox-eared boy finally recited a complete spell, and soon, accompanied by his chanting, the magic in the air began to fluctuate.

Luo’er knew he had to intervene quickly or it might fail, so he promptly signaled Fulajie’er in secret. With her involvement, the flow of magic in the air sped up noticeably and rapidly took shape, exploding into a burst of flames in front of the boy.

Although it was only for a brief moment, the fire was seen by everyone present. Baiyue, who noticed the phenomenon, was initially shocked but quickly recovered and began to encourage the fox-eared boy.

In reality, without Fulajie’er’s help, for a magic student like him to achieve such an effect, it would take at least a year.

This is because magic is difficult to learn initially, smoother as one proceeds, but very challenging to master. The difficulty in the beginning stems from the need to learn a vast amount of spells and runes. In the traditional Magic Academies of the Western Continent, spells and runes are generally taught separately, where those proficient in spells know only a bit of runes, and those who know runes know only a bit of magic.

Only schools established by people from Earth, like Haiya and Shenghua Academy, emphasize dual training in both spells and runes, much like Hu Daoke, who, despite lacking the physical constitution to wield magic, possesses a volume of knowledge in spells and runes unparalleled by other mages from the Western Continent.

The basic learning of magic spells and runes can take as little as one year or as much as ten years. These individuals from the Demon Clan have only studied for a little over half a year and can’t even be considered beginners, as they easily mispronounce spells under slight stress.

After laying the foundation in the beginner stage, the subsequent learning process becomes smooth. And that is basically all that the Magic Academies of the Western Continent teach, because reaching the intermediate level qualifies one substantially as a mage. To advance further, one doesn’t only need exceptional perseverance but also superior aptitude.

Unlike the scientific forces of Earth, magic in the Otherworld places great importance on aptitude, similar to the cultivators of the East Continent, where individuals with poor aptitude, despite their desire to learn magic, are inevitably doomed to failure, whereas those with excellent aptitude can easily master the powers of this world and become Archmages.

The ephemeral burst of flame dispelled the doubts in the hearts of the Kyushu civilians below, starting to make them believe that even creatures from the Demon Clan could wield the world’s powers, and they weren’t abandoned by this world.

Luo’er capitalized on this triumph, using highly persuasive speech to hype up the miracle created by the fox-eared boy and told the Kyushu civilians that even the Demon Clan members weren’t wastes of this world, and that cultivation wasn’t the only path available.

At this point, the crowd below had burst into noisy tumult, clearly moved by Luo’er’s speech. They began to believe that going back to lead a miserable life seemed worse than staying in West Outer Heaven to live a better life, since even the Demon Clan members could cultivate.

Seeing Luo’er’s favorable response, Linglan took the opportunity to take the stage, loudly urging these Kyushu civilians to join Abisien, and promising them a better life than in the Dongsheng Empire.

Sometimes, convincing someone isn’t necessarily because the conditions you offer are excellent, but simply because your competitor is just too horrendous.

This Magic World is not much different from Earth in this regard, it’s all about being less worse; as long as others are worse than me, then I’m the best.

In Luo’er’s view, Linglan’s promises weren’t anything special—after all, in a feudal era, were they really going to hold an election for the people? But nevertheless, compared to the Dongsheng Empire, Linglan’s offers were indeed much more generous.

The promotional speech lasted over three hours, and in the end, Luo’er didn’t force the Kyushu civilians to make a statement but rather let them go back and think it over, essentially hoping they would spread this idea among their peers.

After finishing the speech, Luo’er breathed a sigh of relief, his legs trembling continuously and his throat smoking hot. It was only after drinking the cold tea that Tangmo handed him that he could speak again.

"What is this stuff? It’s bitter on the tongue but sweet in the aftertaste," Luo’er asked with a raspy voice, smacking his lips.

"It’s cold tea provided by the Xiaotian Clan. Didn’t you know? These folks have a deep study of herbal medicine," Tangmo explained, wrapping his arm around him.

Luo’er took a deep breath and coughed lightly, instantly moisturizing his painfully dry throat, making him feel rejuvenated.

"It was tough, wasn’t it? Your throat feels uncomfortable, let me massage it," Tangmo said, and without even waiting for Luo’er to respond, he started massaging his Adam’s apple.

"Hey, hey, hey, massage aside, don’t let your hands wander down," Luo’er caught her restless hand and reminded her.

"This is your reward," Tangmo pouted as she spoke, her fingers still trying to sneak into his collar.

"Don’t do this..." Luo’er awkwardly smiled in distress.

Due to his thin skin and passive approach to relationships, it was often the girls who pursued Luo’er, rather than him actively seeking them.

Luo’er didn’t need to chase girls because just spending some time around him, most girls would succumb to his charm and become his little fangirls, from the West Continent to the East Continent.

It was this irresistible charm of Luo’er that made Tangmo particularly vigilant about his romantic life. Having already dealt with Melia, Tangmo did not want a second Melia to emerge. To some extent, she would rather handle Luo’er internally than let someone else intervene.

"We have already been a bit intimate, and you said it yourself, as long as it doesn’t cross the line, anything goes," Tangmo muttered discontentedly.

"This is a public street, what are you thinking..." Luo’er shook his head and sighed.

The speech was held in the open space within the city, and just outside the open space was Ziye Ning’s street. At this time, Ziye Ning had mostly regained its former vitality and it was even possible to see merchants from Kyushu weaving through.

These were a category of people licensed by Abisien, and the merchants of the Dongsheng Empire were also an interest group, equally oppressed by the three major burdens of the Dongsheng Empire. Unable to gain sufficient benefits from the Dongsheng Empire, they could only pin their hopes on the Demon Clan.

Capital knows no national or ethnic boundaries; as long as there is profit, these capitalists will dare to do anything. This was also a point Luo’er thought could be suitable for cooperation.

"Then let’s go stroll around the street; this is my first time visiting such an exotic-style city," Tangmo said excitedly.

"I’m feeling a bit tired..." Luo’er said with a weary smile.

"Come on, join me for a walk around town. When we return, I’ll take good care of you tonight," Tangmo said, winking flirtatiously at Luo’er.

"No, no, no, I’ll go shopping with you, but you don’t need to take care of me tonight," Facing Tangmo’s insinuation, Luo’er’s face blushed immediately, and he quickly waved his hands to refuse.

"Hmph, Yue’er gets here and I’m sidelined," Tangmo pouted angrily.

"It’s not what you think," Luo’er helplessly covered his face.

They had just walked a hundred meters or so when they heard a commotion ahead, and following the noise, they saw the Kyushu merchant Boyan talking with a soldier from the Xiaotian Clan; beside them was a patch of green herbs.

Drawing closer, they overheard the conversation. The wolf-headed soldier spoke expressionlessly, "These are just weeds, the higher-ups have ordered us to clean up the city, what do you need these weeds for?"

"These aren’t weeds, they are useful to me, can I buy this land?" Boyan gestured eagerly.

"No, you don’t have the right to buy land within the city," the wolf-headed soldier refused without hesitation.

Boyan was speechlessly looking around when he suddenly saw the curious Luo’er and Tangmo. Excitedly, he rushed over to them, grabbed Luo’er’s hand, and said, "Young Lord Luo’er, please could you speak on my behalf?"

"Speak about what?" Luo’er, unclear about his intent, was forcibly pulled in front of the wolf-head soldier.

Although Luo’er wasn’t particularly well-regarded among the Beast Head Tribe, he was still a guest of Abisien, so the wolf-headed soldier was quite polite to him.

"Please, judge for yourself. I want to keep this land, but they won’t allow it," Boyan pointed to the ground covered in herbs and said loudly.