Chapter 1492: Chapter 874: Her Smile
Engaging in academic work requires complete dedication, and the other two are especially thorough, becoming disheveled within a few days. Although someone as strong as them can go half a year without eating, from a physical perspective, he is somewhat weaker than ordinary people. After kneeling for three days, he ended up lying in bed for a month, so there’s no way he could endure hardships with those two stubborn old scholars. Moreover, he’s always been someone who can adapt anywhere, taking on responsibilities without recklessly exhausting himself, as some tasks require a rhythm.
As a result, the two old scholars would see this barely eighteen-year-old boy going to the small kitchen every morning, noon, and night to make pastries, noodles, soups, barbecues...
For heaven’s sake! This is intolerable!
Give me a pair of chopsticks!
However, eating and drinking outside while ignoring the presence of the Imperial Crown inside doesn’t seem right...
But for someone like the Imperial Crown, offering her these things seems somewhat beneath her status.
What should he do?
He got a bit thoughtful and made some light-tasting yet exquisite pastries, placing them on the table before she arrived each day.
The first time, he had some trepidation in his heart.
Despite having faced how many conspiracies and persecutions before, he could always handle them calmly because he was accustomed to it, knowing what to do with ease. Coming to the Witch Spirit Court was also like going with the flow, but this person...is one whom perhaps no one can grow accustomed to.
He could only comply.
Later, he found that she did eat the snacks on the plate. There weren’t many to begin with, and she didn’t eat much either.
Later, from time to time, he would place a small dish, occasionally adding a cup of clear tea or juice...
Afterwards...it became a habit...
She still said nothing. If there was food, and she liked it, she would eat; if there was drink, and she liked it, she would drink.
If she didn’t like it, she would leave it as it was.
There was no gratitude or praise, nor would she comment, not even bring it up.
What she didn’t like naturally didn’t need to be made; what she liked, he would make better. Of course, he also had to change it up frequently; otherwise, she would get tired of it.
It became a habit, he thought. He never dared to hope that such little things alone would make the High Priest look at him differently and treat him favorably.
Over the decades, among the Princes, concubines, and even the emperor in the royal court, he had seen too much nobility and elegance naturally nurtured among those of high standing.
Compared to ordinary people, even someone like him, who was at a disadvantage in the royal court, would be considered noble and elegant. But compared to the Imperial Family, what a peerless and pure flow the High Priest was. The ten thousand wizards of the Witch Spirit Court, who were the divine spirits of the Imperial Court, revered her as a deity, worshiped her as their faith; countless people were willing to sacrifice for her, ignite bonfires to offer nourishment of dragons and phoenixes, while he was merely one of the ten thousand wizards in the Witch Spirit Court, living under others’ roofs, perhaps...with hidden motives.
He had a purpose in coming to the Witch Spirit Court.
He never forgot the death of Nanny; only the Witch Spirit Court could provide him with temporary safety and a platform to improve himself...
He never expected that in the Strategy Chamber, he would directly leap over many plans and reach his destination in one step.
Originally, he was prepared to crawl and struggle for two to three years to blend into this place, but it took only one transfer order to bring him to his destination.
God knows how tumultuous his feelings were when he received the notice at that time.
— She must surely see through the schemes in my heart; why would she still lend a helping hand? To help me? Probably not. This Imperial Crown has never interfered in political affairs, much less in the feuds within the Imperial Family. Perhaps... she just truly believes in making full use of everything and everyone’s talents?
The fact proved that he was right in his thinking.
The High Priest never put his identity into consideration.
He was merely a young strategist in the Strategy Chamber, with some talent, usable.
Nothing more.
There were plenty of resources in the Strategy Chamber. He studied pharmacology, formulated witch medicines, and day by day, removed the residual toxins in his body, cultivating his physique...
No one helped him, it was just he alone.
Improving himself while frantically absorbing knowledge, two years’ time gave him the ability to be handpicked by her to compile techniques before her...
The academic study successfully concluded twenty days later. She never said whether she was satisfied; the next day, he met the Court Justice of the Witch Spirit Court.
This was a Witch Emperor, whose wave of hand could shift mountains and rivers.
Such a character was always responsible for managing the Witch Spirit Court.
This elegant man with a handsome appearance and white at the temples uttered only one sentence.
"Tomorrow, you shall leave the Strategy Chamber."
He raised his head, aware that after two years of hibernation, his moment to emerge had arrived.
The High Priest would never do anything meaningless; letting the Strategy Chamber secretly study the Wildfire Secret Technique must have its purpose.
A short while ago, floods and disasters had struck the southern and northern borders, and these one hundred new types of Wildfire Secret Techniques could form combination techniques to dispel the Water Ghosts and other evil spirits causing the floods. Yet, most wizards in the Witch Spirit Court had never encountered such secret techniques, requiring collective training to train these wizards in a short time....
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