Wizard: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 395 - 279: Blood’s Second Trial (Part 2)

That’s right, it was sent by Manager Blood. In the Second World, no creature dares to impersonate the title of Manager.

His gaze moved upward, once again looking at the first line of the message, feeling his mind buzzing.

No, what exactly is this person up to?

How did he become so polite?

If he didn’t see the signature on the second line, he would even think it was some chairman of the Wizard Alliance sending him a message.

"Well, anyway, this shouldn’t be a bad thing...right?" Lor took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and immediately sent a message back to Blood.

[Great Manager of the Silkworm Dream Super Civilization, I am ready.

——Space-Time]

"Whew—"

The next moment, he felt a blur before his eyes, as he transitioned from the top lounge of the Wizard Tower to another lush green lounge. The long black table before him turned into a long emerald green table.

The previously empty tabletop was now covered with various fruits exuding a fresh aroma, each fruit covered with complex and dense patterns, clearly extremely rare.

Opposite the long table, a plump silkworm extended its front paw, smiling, "Come, sit down, let’s chat while we eat."

"Although these Law Fruits are virtual, they don’t provide any real help, but in terms of taste, they are much better than those in the Wizard Plane."

As it spoke, it pulled a fruit from the long table and took a bite with a smack, showing an expression of enjoyment.

"Ah this..." Lor felt a stronger sense of strangeness at the sight but dared not neglect, immediately bowing formally, "I have seen the great Manager of the Silkworm Dream Super Civilization, thank you for your hospitality."

Then, he also used the Gravity Technique to pull a fruit with light blue patterns on its surface and took a bite, imitating Blood’s manner.

He was acutely aware of one thing, that is, any defense is superfluous when facing Blood.

So there was no need to be anxious, just do whatever was asked.

"Crunch—munch munch—"

The fruit was very crispy, with a slightly sweet taste and a great texture.

But that was not the main point. The main point was that as soon as he swallowed a tiny bit of juice, he felt an indescribable wonderful sensation spread throughout his body, as if his life’s essence was undergoing a transformation.

"Don’t just stand there, sit down and talk." Blood noticed Lor hadn’t sat down, and immediately reached out his paw to press down gently, asking warmly, "Well, I didn’t deceive you, did I?"

"Indeed, the Wizard Plane can’t produce such fruits." Lor nodded repeatedly, sitting down with a heart filled with anxiety.

Undeniably, the fruit did taste very good, and if he were in his Wizard Tower, he wouldn’t mind taking his time to enjoy it.

But now, he had no mind to savor the fruit’s taste, instead focusing most of his attention on Blood, fearing he wanted to go back on his word.

Blood’s unfounded kindness towards him made him suspect there could only be ulterior motives.

Just like how a doomed prisoner is given a last meal before execution.

Although even if Blood broke the agreement, his situation would still be better than a death row prisoner, yet all plans would be disrupted, turning into a chaotic mess.

"Haha, as long as you are satisfied." Blood saw through Lor’s thoughts, smiling as he explained, "Let’s eat first, and I’ll conduct the test after you’re done."

"Alright." Confirming Blood did not intend to break the agreement, Lor felt a weight lift off his heart, and started munching the fruit obediently, thoughts stirring within.

Blood’s attitude towards him had improved immensely, for a reason surely.

After thinking for a while, the only reason he could come up with was the players.

Apart from the player’s arrival, there had been no major changes in the Wizard Plane over the years.

In other words, Blood, or the Silkworm Dream Super Civilization, had a good understanding of and apprehension towards the existence behind the players?

Because of apprehension towards the entity behind the players, Blood’s attitude turned a hundred and eighty degrees?

This speculation seemed the most plausible, and thinking further along these lines, he could confirm one more thing— that the entity behind the players indeed had no malicious intent towards him.

Otherwise, Blood would try to please that entity by having him executed.

"Crunch—munch munch—"

"Seems like everything is developing in a good direction?" Lor chewed the fruit, enjoying the life-transforming pleasure, feeling more and more at ease.

He wouldn’t ask Blood for the answer directly, since if he wanted to talk, he would have said it at their first meeting.

Since it wasn’t said, naturally, it was not meant to be disclosed.

Asking now would be pointless; only when he stood at the same level as Blood in the future would it make sense to ask.

Due to Blood’s changed attitude and some guesses, Lor, without realizing it, was already looking further ahead.

He used to think ninth rank was unimaginable, but now he felt that in the future he probably... maybe... should be able to aim for it?

Time trickled on; half an hour slipped away quietly.

When the last fruit on the long table was claimed by Blood at Lor’s insistence, this unexpected banquet came to an end.

"Alright, now let’s talk about how many Time Runes you’ve comprehended over the past two hundred and fifty years." Blood, content, swallowed the last fruit, smiling as he asked.

"Great Manager of the Silkworm Dream Super Civilization, I..." Lor was about to give an answer, but Blood cut him off before he could finish.

"Ah, I didn’t notice before." Blood waved a paw, "No need to mention ’great’ or ’super civilization,’ you can just call me Manager Blood from now on."

"Yes, Manager Blood." Lor followed obediently, "I have perfected a total of sixteen Time Runes over the past two hundred and fifty years."

"Sixteen," Blood’s eyes flickered momentarily, "Not bad for..."

Just after saying those three words, it stopped.

Speaking about the Transcendence Treasure now would do Lor more harm than good.

Across the Nine Universes, many selected beings had fallen due to arrogance after prematurely learning about this news.

The best time to know about this is when the selected one possesses ninth-tier power.

When power and opportunity match, this news would no longer be poison but a precious remedy.

Lor felt itchy with curiosity from the ’not bad for’ that Blood let slip, but unfortunately, after those three words, there was no continuation, leaving him with a sense of helplessness.

"Ahem."

Blood showed an awkward smile, "Anyway, as per the agreement, the preparation time for the Trial Field is extended by eight hundred years, and I’ll also subsidize you with 160,000 Law Values for purchasing the River of Time Scrolls."

"If you have ’other’ questions, feel free to ask; I’ll answer whatever I can."

It emphasized the word ’other’, fearing this selected one would lack discretion and ask about the Transcendence Treasure.

"Thank you for your hospitality, I think for now I have no further questions." Lor pondered for a moment, giving a response sure to satisfy Blood.

Other than the biggest question, he really had nothing else to ask Blood at the moment.

However, since Blood had practically hinted at it, asking further would seem indiscreet.

"Haha, good, I look forward to our next meeting." Blood nodded, satisfied, and waved Lor away.

The next moment, a crystal-clear butterfly appeared in the hall.

"Hehe, Butterfly, did I handle it well this time?" Blood grinned sheepishly at the butterfly.

"If you’d said even one more word earlier, you would have lost your qualification to negotiate with the selected one." Butterfly said with a deadpan expression.

"Hey, I just didn’t expect him to comprehend sixteen True Meanings of Time within two hundred and fifty years." Blood sighed somewhat helplessly, "Compared to past Time Talents, he is truly extraordinary."

"It’s not surprising for a selected one to display such talent." Butterfly shook its head, "If there was no potential, the Transcendence Treasure wouldn’t randomly choose a creature."

It believed that every choice made by the Transcendence Treasure was never accidental, and it would only choose a creature if it saw the possibility of them transcending.

As for those selected ones who ultimately didn’t transcend, it was merely because they strayed from the path.

"Makes sense." Blood nodded repeatedly.

The effect of the River of Time Scrolls diminishes over time, so according to logic, in two hundred and fifty years, if Lor could match the comprehension of the first hundred years and understand five True Meanings of the Time Law, it would already be quite good.

However, he tripled that and more, directly comprehending sixteen; he was simply a monster!