Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 902 - 47 Fate_2
Chapter 902: Chapter 47 Fate_2
Chapter 902 -47 Fate_2
Link sat next to Lotson but didn’t reach for the strong liquor.
Lotson didn’t insist. He took a sip for himself and then said, “Since you want to know so badly, I’ll lay it out for you. Just one thing, if you hear anything that makes you feel worse, don’t blame me.”
“Yeah, I’m listening. Don’t worry, I won’t.”
Link immediately made his stance clear, giving his promise.
After taking another sip of liquor, Lotson continued, “You know, I actually didn’t want to oppose old Mitchell, nor was I eager to search for stars or light. All of this was beyond my control. You might find it pretentious for me to say this. How could someone who is the reincarnation of a Saint and can temporarily regain the position and strength of a Saint be out of control? Heh heh…”
Lotson laughed sarcastically a few times, then went on to say:
“Let alone the reincarnation of a Saint, even the five guys in the Supreme Council now, which one can truly be free, do as they please?
It’s the same for the Heavenly Immortals and Celestial Masters of the Immortal God Civilization Celestial Court.
The Ancestor Heavenly Master, such a respected person, isn’t he also living like a dog, calculating for the interests of the Heavenly Master’s Mansion and his descendants?
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People live in this world, no matter how high their position or how much authority they have, they can’t escape a net.
The only difference is that some people’s nets are small and thin, while others’ are large and thick.
But no matter what, there’s always a net covering you, from which you can’t break free, can’t escape.”
At this point, Lotson looked at Link meaningfully and said, “From the moment your True Spirit crossed the universe and became a ‘Foreign Guest’ of the wizard civilization, you’ve been wrapped up tightly in a large, thick net. You want to break free, to escape, but the more you struggle, the more you try to get away, the tighter the net binds.”
“So we’re supposed to just accept our fate?”
A slight emotion tinged Link’s calm voice as he questioned in return.
“Accepting fate?”
Lotson scoffed, “Sometimes, accepting fate isn’t as unbearable as you think.”
“That’s only sometimes, what about the other times?”
A glint flashed in Link’s eyes, as if he had thought of something, and he quickly pressed on.
“The other times, huh.”
Lotson drew out his tone with a sigh, “That’s when you have to fight, to take a chance, to give it a try. What if it actually succeeds?”
“For example?”
Link became more insistent, making a request.
“Mitchell is barely an example of a successful attempt.”
Lotson emptied his glass of strong liquor with a tilt of his head, sighing deeply, his tone and demeanor filled with a profound sense of desolation and sorrow.
Wizards major in Mental Power and Mana.
Mental Power is the shallow manifestation of the will.
Emotions are another shallow manifestation of the will.
As the reincarnation of a Saint, it can be imagined how high and strong Lotson’s Mental Power is.
Therefore, Lotson’s desolation and sorrow directly affected the pressure and energy field in the recreational cabin.
The entire cabin instantly entered a state of extremely low pressure.
It’s fortunate that Link is a Fourth Level Sage-class wizard who could advance to Level Five Sage at any moment, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to stay in the cabin for long.
Even so, after a while, Link also began to feel some pressure.
His Life-bound Outfit instantly covered his entire body, entering survival mode to the limit in order to resist the increasingly low pressure and the changes in the energy field.
Fortunately, Lotson’s display of emotion did not last too long. He soon came back to his senses, gathering up the desolation and sorrow that had spontaneously emerged again.
“Sorry, I truly lost my composure.”
Taking the glass of strong liquor that Link hadn’t touched, Lotson drained it with a tilt of his head and apologized.
Link put away his Life-bound Outfit, his expression very grave: “You’re not in a good way, are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m sure I’m in trouble, got myself into a big mess.”
Putting down his glass, Lotson calmly poured two more glasses of strong liquor and said.
His tone was extremely calm, as if the person embroiled in big trouble he was talking about wasn’t himself at all.
Link’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after a moment, he gave up on empathizing with Lotson and shifted his focus to what he should truly be concerned about, “Let’s return to our previous topic of discussion.”
Lotson glanced sideways at Link, noticing that Link was resolute and showed no interest in caring about him, and couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh.
So be it, a cheap brother is a cheap brother, not a shred of emotional foundation.
I thought I could use a sob story to avoid some of the topics I didn’t want to talk about.
Now that the plan has fallen through, I have no choice but to lay it all out there.
With that in mind, Lotson stopped beating around the bush and continued, “Everything that happened today stemmed from Mitchell’s refusal to accept his fate. He didn’t want to vanish after his lifespan was exhausted; he wanted to extend his lifespan by ascending to sainthood.
For this purpose, Mitchell did a lot, a lot of things.
No matter the outcome or return of the deed, how great the cost as long as there was the slightest chance it would aid his ascension, Mitchell would definitely undertake it.
Blocking you was for this reason, and so was sending people to attack the Ravensmouth College advance team.”
“Wait, Great Sage Mitchell sent people to attack the advance team to ascend, and not for revenge or venting anger?”
Link quickly spotted the inconsistency and interrupted Lotson’s narration with a question.
“Revenge? Venting anger? Old Mitchell would have to be really bored to bother with that. If he really wanted revenge or to vent anger, he would have gone after that couple, Revo and Sorath,” Lotson said with a sneer, bluntly refuting Link’s statement.
“But how does attacking the advance team help Mitchell ascend?”
Link still had one question regarding Lotson’s explanation.
“Of course, it’s about seeking a smooth-sailing sense of purpose.”
Lotson stated it as though it were obvious, “Although I’d say the members of the Supreme Council are somewhat compelled by circumstances, it’s all relative. From the perspective of ordinary wizards, even Sage-level and Great Sage-level wizards, Saint Wizards surely have unparalleled freedom, acting as they please. But then, what does it mean to do as one pleases?”
Link pondered upon hearing this.
What does it mean to do as one pleases?
According to Lotson’s explicit and implicit implications, as long as one’s sense of purpose could always be free of obstruction, that could be considered acting as one pleases.
From this perspective, Great Sage Mitchell, by sending people to attack the Ravensmouth College advance team at the most critical moment of his transition and ascension, indeed could achieve a sense of purpose that is unimpeded.
Then, why did he send people to blockade Link and Jasmine?
The same reason, to seek a smooth-sailing sense of purpose?
Link didn’t think so, and he asked directly.
After listening to Link’s question, Lotson gave him another long look and said, “Old Mitchell told me that he never said he wanted to possess Link Grande.”
After a pause, Lotson stressed, “Between Saints, lies cannot be told.”
The expression on Link’s face grew very serious.
If Mitchell never said he wanted to possess Link Grande, then how should one interpret the actions taken by the Tower of the Great Sage Mitchell?
Was it a smokescreen intentionally released by Mitchell to hide his true intentions or movements, or was it because Mitchell needed to maintain a facade of being determined to get Link Grande for some benefit?
Both possibilities exist, and there could be even more.
Link did not let his thoughts wander to make further speculations.
The conversation kept going around in circles, and Lotson still hadn’t gotten to the point, somewhat frustratingly.
With this in mind, there was something wrong in the way Link looked at Lotson.
Lotson, perceptive as ever, noticed the change in Link’s gaze and asked in surprise, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Link didn’t reply but continued looking at him that way.
Seeing that Link didn’t respond vocally or change his expression, Lotson decided not to bother with it and leisurely savored his strong drink.
He had already said what he wanted to say, what he could say, what needed saying.
Whether or not the information satisfied Link’s requirements was not Lotson’s concern.
Let it be.
