Throne of Magical Arcana

The fifth popular programme of the channel Truth of the World was called Chicken Soup for the Soul, which was designed for caring about sorcerers’ mental health, while, without a doubt, Allyn’s Past Week was the no. 1.

Manuel forced himself to calm down. He could guess and had accepted the result. Walking to the operation desk, he picked up the notebook soaked in blood and brain tissues.

Manuel cleaned it up with magic while trying his best not to vomit. Then he carefully read the record and released a long sigh.

“So… the hypothesis is correct, isn’t it?” After she finally recovered partially, Diana aked in great sorrow.

Manuel nodded, having no idea how to respond to the result. “Yes, it has basically proved the light quantum hypothesis.”

He should feel encouraged by the result, as all his effort of gradually shifting his belief in the past three years had paid off and he could possibly reach the eighth circle within five years. However, the two headless bodies on the ground covered with blood and brain were dragging down his heart.

“So this will be Mr. Lauren’s last paper… Shall we publish it for him?” Overwhelmed, Diana was not thinking in a logical manner anymore. Somehow, she asked this question.

Manuel nodded. “We will. But we’ll say that our teacher’s experiment result has proved the hypothesis and he also accepted it. His death was an unfortunate accident. We must protect his reputation. After all, His Excellency Mr. Brook is also doing the same experiment, so we can’t hide it from people…”

“What about Mr. Brook? Will he be alright?” Diana asked, terrified.

She didn’t even ask how many arcanists would actually believe that Lauren died in an accident.

Manuel suddenly felt very insecure again. “We must go back to Allyn immediately and send him the experiment report. Hope that he hasn’t started the experiment. If Mr. Brook also… this will become a disaster…”

“So shall we… for our teacher… Lucien Evans…?” Diana said ambiguously.

Manuel knew what Diana was trying to indicate. He put on a bitter smile and shook his head. “If Christal was still alive, he would definitely seek for revenge. After all, he was the one receiving the most attention from our teacher. I do hate Lucien Evans for what happened, but honestly speaking, I don’t think this is his fault. He neither designed nor carried out the experiment. Perhaps in the future I would oppose his theories or proposals because of what happened today, but there is no reason for me to take direct revenge on him.”

What was more important was that Manuel had already changed his side and warned his teacher.

Diana nodded. She shared the same thought with Manuel, but also had her own concern:

Lucien Evans was currently a level-six arcanist and sixth-circle sorcerer. It was said that he had almost nine thousand arcana credits due to the introduction of Influence Factor, thus he was going to reach level seven in less than two years. Also, those who were standing behind Lucien Evans were at least senior-rank sorcerers, including his condisciples Thompson and Chloe, as well as the Lord of Storm! There was no way that a level-four arcanist and fifth-circle sorcerer like her could seek revenge.

…

Having no idea that Lauren had fallen, Lucien was enjoying black tea as well as the crispy spring morning.

Sensing that someone was approaching, Lucien slowly turned around and saw Sprint push open the lab door and walk in.

“Morning, Sprint. That’s early.” Lucien smiled.

Sprint was startled, for as a second-circle sorcerer, he did not sense his teacher’s presence at all. Was it because Mr. Evans had progressed further again?

“I have been coming early recently… Got some work to do in the lab,” answered Sprint honestly. Lucien was currently the only person he felt a bit afraid of, since he had not met the Lord of Storm yet.

Lucien nodded slightly, and walked away from the window with the teacup in his hand. “Jerome’s achievement motivated you, didn’t it? Good. It’s good to apply your pride to things like these.”

Sprint did not want to admit, instead, he looked around and saw the pile of parchment. “Sir, are you turning in papers again?”

“Just one. I’ll wait for a few more days,” said Lucien peacefully.

“Why? The next issue of Arcana is about to come out,” asked Sprint. He believed that the paper was about something big, since he saw how hard his teacher had worked in the past days.

Lucien shook his head and smiled. “A few more days.”