Chapter 407 I want to make a fan
Ryan and his friends quickly arrived at Pitfire BBQ.
Daniel, Paul, and Lucy followed Ryan in. Lucy's eyes were still red, and the imprint of a slap was still visible on her face, evidently having just cried.
"William, Wyatt's behavior was indeed inappropriate, but you didn't need to get so angry," Daniel said as he sat opposite William, trying to console him.
They too felt that Wyatt had become frighteningly different.
How could someone change so drastically in just one day?
William, however, didn't see it as a big deal and said with a smile, "I'm not angry. Help yourselves to whatever you want to eat."
Angry? Hardly!
Even when James Taylor tried to kill him, William hadn't been angry.
Making William angry was not an easy feat.
Following this, there wasn't much to talk about. Daniel and Paul shared with William their A-grade potential to become Soulmancers, while Ryan also mentioned his S-grade status.
These grades merely reflected the degree of sensing original life force and energy, or the strength of mental power.
Anyone above A-grade was generally considered by various Guilds, and S-grades had better potential.
However, don't forget that these Guilds have age restrictions for apprenticeships. S-grade merely indicated a hopeful candidate for focused training in those Guilds.
That's all there was to it!
A-grade candidates would most likely be ordinary apprentices at these Guilds.
Out of billions of people worldwide, only a few thousand are selected, and only a handful of those might remain in Soulmancer schools.
"Keep at it! Becoming a Soulmancer is just a change in life's pursuit, just a beginning," William said, trying to ground them in reality to prevent any inflated egos.
Today's grading didn't signify much.
Throughout history, there has never been a shortage of geniuses, but few truly rise to prominence. Moreover, in terms of talent, what they called S-grade and A-grade was nothing compared to the likes of Zoey and Lucien.
Becoming a Soulmancer, in the eyes of ordinary people, seems like reaching the pinnacle of life all at once, luckier than winning the Powerball lottery.
But they haven't considered, once they enter the circle of Soulmancers, how fierce will the competition be?
It's no longer just about passing exams or workplace competition,it could very well mean paying the price with their lives.
As they were eating, a Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance.
Evelyn walked into the restaurant.
William and Evelyn exchanged glances.
William just smiled, but Evelyn didn't even greet him.
Lucy, seeing Evelyn, couldn't help but burst into tears.
Evelyn's expression was terrifyingly cold, seemingly lowering the temperature of the entire restaurant.
"Lucy, come with me," Evelyn said, pulling Lucy to leave.
Lucy nodded, tearfully saying to Paul and the others, "I... I have to go..."
Naturally, Paul and his friends didn't try to stop her.
William glanced at Evelyn's retreating figure, noting how rapidly her strength had improved. Last time he saw her, she was just a high-level Soulmancer, but in less than a month, she had already reached the Demi-God level.
Having memories from two lifetimes and a stronger mental power than most, the most crucial factor was probably William's own drop of blood. The AuraField activated by his blood drop was potent enough to revive the world's energy.
Evelyn hadn't fully absorbed that drop of blood yet, but her power had already soared.
Without saying much more, William thought that Wyatt was probably done for.
After her grandfather's death and her attempt to kill William to sever emotional ties, Lucy was now her only friend.
The slap mark on Lucy's face seemed like a tombstone for Wyatt.
According to the rules of the 13th Bureau, battles between Soulmancers are usually not their concern unless they impact ordinary people, except if one party seeks the Bureau's protection.
"Let's go, we're heading back," William said, eventually asking the owner to bill them.
Although they had said eating twenty skewers would mean a free meal, Luna and the others ate far too much. The owner, running a small business, couldn't afford not to charge for so much food.
The owner, a straightforward man, insisted on not charging them anything.
"If I say it's on the house, then it's on the house! Consider it my treat for these two adorable kids," the boss said, even pinching Erebus's cheek.
Erebus was also stunned. Do these humans really have no fear of death?
And why do they always like to pinch his cheeks?
"Then, thank you very much," William replied unceremoniously, pointing at Ryan and the others, "They will pay for their own meals. We'll be leaving now."
"Take care! Next time you bring the kids, it's still on the house!" The owner was generous, implying that as long as his restaurant was open, Luna and Erebus could eat for free.
William smiled, appreciating the owner's honesty and integrity in business.
As they were about to leave, Luna handed a bright red feather to the owner, "I can't eat for free, this is for the meal."
William raised his eyebrows in surprise at the child's generosity.
The owner, unaware of the feather's significance, happily accepted it as a gift from a child.
Walking on the street, William couldn't help but say to Luna, "Aren't you afraid of going bald giving away feathers like that?"
Luna blinked and replied, "I'm about to molt new feathers soon."
"…" William said, "Then save some for me, I want to make a fan."
Thinking about it, a fan made from a phoenix's feathers would certainly be a unique item, far superior to Flora's Flosculus fan.
Luna looked at William, wrinkled her nose, and said, "I still have a thousand years before my next feather molting."
William didn't know what to say.
"In that case!" William's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Luna with an expression that wasn't quite right.
"What… what are you going to do?" Luna suddenly felt a chill down her spine, watching William warily.
William stopped walking and slowly extended a finger towards Luna.
"One feather?" Luna relaxed a bit, but then saw William slowly shaking his head.
"Ten feathers?" Luna thought that was acceptable, considering it would be enough to make a fan. But then she realized William's finger was still outstretched.
"A hundred feathers? What kind of fan are you planning to make?" Luna flared up, "No way! You're trying to pluck me bald!"
Feeling less intimidated by William, she dared to resist. Plucking a hundred feathers would practically make her bald, and for a phoenix, her feathers were her pride.
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