Chapter 429: Chapter 112 I Finished Speaking_2

Therefore, she turned her attention to the promising young generation from the college’s clans, local West Coast clans, and the Storm Sea New Blood.

Lanny Taylor was a genius who captured her attention at first sight.

Link Grande, however, only later came into her view.

The cause indeed was Lanny Taylor.

But Sandra made up her mind to recruit Link because of a statement from his mother.

“Your great-grandfather and great-grandmother have both paid attention to him.”

As co-owners of Ravensmouth College, one was a Level Eight Great Sage, and the other a Peak Level Seven Great Sage.

Both these top figures paid attention to Link Grande, giving Sandra absolutely no reason not to include him in her recruitment plans.

Link, of course, was unaware of these behind-the-scenes details of his recruitment.

What he was currently reading was the background introduction of the Level 3 Insect World.

This world was also a planet, its size, density, and gravity similar to the moon from his previous life.

The Insect Race excelled at burrowing, creating a complex network of caves and pits in the planet.

If one wasn’t familiar with the terrain, entry into the burrow might mean that no help would come, even if one screamed towards the skies or the earth.

But every complicated maze has an exit for the wise, and nothing can stump the wisdom of a wizard.

The Nest, an important cornerstone of every race in the Insect World, needed to be guarded at all costs.

In absence of a Nest, the production of new insects is impossible.

After the war, the wizards marked each Nest from every world in the Insect World within the all heavens and realms.

No world was left out, not even a low-level civilization with a maximum capacity of level 1 extraordinaries.

As quick as wildfire to catch, as easy as weeds to grow, the vitality and reproduction speed of insects are far superior.

The Wizard World had refrained from implementing an extermination policy so as not to appear overly brutal, as they feared it might scare all other Worlds and races within the all heavens and realms.

Because, if that happened, the invasion targets of the Wizard World, apart from resisting to the dying breath, would opt not to surrender.

The resulting unnecessary death and damage would dramatically increase.

Such results are contrary to the interest of the Wizard World.

Because of the annotations left by the wizards, the mini legions, upon arrival in the Level 3 Insect World, would not be distracted by these cave and pit systems.

They only have to follow the signs, strike directly at the heart, to locate the Nest.

The task of Link, as Sandra had mentioned earlier, is to study the ecological structure of the Insect Race, the causes of anomalies, and changes.

The work he needed to do was no different from what he had done in the Fairy World in reality.

The only difference was the object under study.

Being adept, this posed no difficulty for him.

Just as he finished reading the briefing, footsteps approached from outside the tent.

“May I come in?”

Lanny Taylor’s voice immediately followed the footsteps.

Polite and courteous in tone, completely opposed to her initial surprise attack.

“Yes, come in.”

Link then set the smart device down, straightened himself up, and quietly waited.

He was quite curious about what Lanny would have to say next.

Lanny lifted up the tent curtain and walked in, glanced around, then sat down opposite link, across a low coffee table.

After a moment of silence, Lanny began the conversation, “Don’t you have any questions?”

“Such as?”

Link calmly parries.

“For instance, why I am here or why I attacked you.”

Lanny gave two examples.

Link softly laughed, remaining calm, “Do I need to know?”

“Don’t you?”

Lanny slightly frowns in her return question.

“Do I really need to?”

Link quickly returned with another question.

After a few more rounds, of seemingly meaningless exchanges, both parties understood each other’s attitudes.

Lanny decided not to beat around the bush longer and went straight to the point.

“I presume you must already know Miss Diomand’s identity. I believe this is a rare opportunity where you can gain a lot if things go well.

We share similar origins, both children of the ever-floating Storm Sea New Blood. Whether it be our family backgrounds, backstories, or resources, we are no match for the children from the West Coast clans, much less the descendants of the major families in the college.

For better progress and to avoid being belittled or ignored within the legion, we should come together.

Only when we unite can we gain the right to speak.

Be real wizards, not somebody else’s puppets!”

She paused for a moment before emphasizing, “I can follow your commands, forward and back.”

Once again, Link was faced with a request from Lanny Taylor to form a team.

But this time, Lanny showed much more sincerity than the previous occasion during the divisional competition in their first year.

At that time, Lanny had harbored thoughts of surpassing Link and had not wholly accepted him.

However, over the past three years, as she had continuously witnessed the deeds and achievements of Link, Lanny had slowly abandoned the idea of competing with Link in the short term.

Her ambition had never wavered.

Just having set sight on a more distant goal.

Upon receiving the invitation from Sandra, she immediately responded and quietly vanished from the Junior Division to carry out Sandra’s orders.

To learn more advanced knowledge and master suitable witchcraft, she didn’t mind some disdain, neglect, and occasional verbal abuse.

Growth has always been a difficult path for non-privileged.

Upon learning that Link also responded to Sandra’s call, Lanny immediately started thinking about forming an alliance with him.

No matter if it was for mutual benefit or warmth, it’s always better than struggling alone.

The attack at the teleportation gate wasn’t her genuine intention but was actually suggested by Sandra.