When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 934 - 301 Mentor Aleister

Chapter 934: Chapter 301 Mentor Aleister

Looking at the now unfamiliar yet familiar gaze of “Christina,” the originally maniacal and confident smile on Aleister’s face softened considerably.

“From now on, don’t call me master anymore, you are free. I have fulfilled the promise I made in the past, giving you a broader world.”

He reached out to touch “Christina’s” hair, cradled her face in his hands, and advised softly, “If possible, remember to take more care of classmate Webber. Don’t let her get bullied—with the power I granted you, it would be ridiculous to be as cowardly as before.

“…But also remember, don’t let yourself be wronged. If you encounter danger, or trouble that you can’t solve, remember to come to me—we are still friends.

“If you need my help, ask [me] for help.”

“Then…”

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Alice hesitated for a moment, “What should I call you… ‘Brother’?”

When Alice was buried in the foundations, she was a little girl under ten years old.

For her, Aiwass was indeed old enough to be a brother.

“Um…”

Aleister’s expression became complicated for a moment, but then he gently smiled, “Let’s not. I already have plenty of sisters.”

——Even though he knew that Aiwass was the “correct self” and that Aleister was just a transient shadow with limited time, Alice directly calling him “Brother” was undoubtedly correct. Even if Alice referred to herself as “Sister,” he would take the initiative to correct her.

After all, the person who had saved her was Aiwass, not Aleister.

…But at that moment, there was still a nameless sense of loneliness in her heart.

“You can call me…”

Aleister pondered for a while, his expression becoming more serious, “You can call me… Mentor.”

“Mentor!”

Alice agreed without hesitation.

Then, her expression changed dramatically, clearly showing a hint of timidity.

Christina murmured in response, “Mentor…?”

“Christina.”

Aleister suddenly called her name.

“…Here, I am here, my lord!”

Christina spoke in a flustered manner, fearing she had angered the dignitary before her.

“You too, just call me Mentor.”

Aleister spoke softly, “Go back to your school and continue to study well—but of course, if possible, I suggest you stop studying alchemy. Necromancy will be more suitable for you.”

This was Aleister’s heartfelt advice.

Christina did not seem to be the exceptionally rational or painstakingly meticulous type, and she was clearly not well-suited for the Path of Balance. Moreover, Star Antimony alchemy required a compatibility with the Path of Transcendence, which was rather difficult for her.

After all, if she did not control the power of the Path of Dusk, her soul could easily escape… To reduce the workload for Alice, it would be a good choice for her to enhance her proficiency in Necromancy.

“Necromancy…”

Christina murmured.

She quickly made up her mind, “I understand, Mentor. I will do it.”

Without a doubt, she took this “advice” as the first task her Mentor gave her: she needed to find a way to join the Spirit Summoning Tower.

“…But, Mentor.”

Christina appeared to be conflicted, “I have a question…”

“You may speak.”

Aleister nodded.

“The skirt I was wearing before… it was lent to me by a senior at school. She was very good to me, but now the skirt is ruined. If I am to leave University of Haisin, I hope to at least be able to repay her for the skirt…”

Having gone through this hell-like night, Christina seemed to have had an epiphany. Her past vanity, the wealth and luxury goods she longed for, the worries about housing and work—it all seemed so trite and meaningless in the face of true Upper Transcendents, on the Path of Transcendence.

She swore she would not fall again… If possible, she would start to change herself from this day forward.

[Really?]

A cold little girl’s voice, echoing from the bottom of her heart, startled Christina, but she quickly gritted her teeth and responded in her mind, “It is true! If you don’t believe… I mean, if Your Majesty doesn’t believe, you can supervise me anytime.”

[I will always be watching you]

That chilly voice seemed to echo in her skull.

Yet Aleister showed little reaction to it, simply saying, “Hmm, that’s only right.”

Watching the mystery lady’s lack of enthusiasm, Christina spoke anxiously in a low voice, “So… ”

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“…So?”

“I—I don’t have money… I mean, I don’t have money right now! I will find a way to work and earn some later… if possible, I would like to borrow some money from the mentor—if not, I can also borrow from other friends!”

“How much?”

Aleister asked in return.

“Um… I saw a price tag earlier, this dress costs 120 gold and 8 silver. But it’s a popular style, I think I can find ready stock in the second-hand market for under a hundred gold coins…”

Christina quickly said.

“This is indeed my oversight.”

Realizing her mistake, Aleister said with a bit of distress, “But I didn’t bring any money with me.”

Christina was stunned for a moment, her words calculating the cost suddenly halting.

“Mirror Demon, are you still there?”

Aleister asked casually.

Black smoke rose from the mirror beside her, “I am here, vigilantly guarding my former master’s soul. Until he returns to the Dream Realm.”

It was really too cautious.

As long as the former master wasn’t completely dead, it certainly wouldn’t leave. Fearing that the boss might rise from his coffin and call it back for more overtime.

“—No need for that trouble, I’ll find someone to conduct a funeral for him shortly, to send off his soul.”

Aleister spoke.

Although she currently did not have the rank of a Priest…

But her true self was now His Holiness.

With just a thought, she could immediately command the local bishop to come here for the funeral and directly lead the Earl’s soul to salvation.

“Likewise, do me a favor. Get me some change, to give to Christina—no, that’s a bit troublesome. Just put it directly in her house. You should know where she lives, right?”

“Of course,” asked the considerate Mirror Demon secretary, “how much money should I put there?”

“First, put three thousand Gold Coins, that should last her a while.”

“Three thousand—”

Christina blurted out.

The terror in her heart was scattered in an instant—she knew that when the Earl offered her an “almost irresistible price” to accompany him for a month, he had only given out Eight Hundred Gold Coins.

As a First Level Alchemist, the materials worth Eight Hundred Gold Coins were enough for her to advance to the second ability level, or even the Third Level.

Even if she could borrow the alchemy equipment from the school’s laboratory, she was really too short on materials.

The cost for one standard alchemy process was close to two Gold Coins. Such an amount, with the current price skyrocketing in Star Antimony, could also probably buy about seventy to eighty steaks.

A First Level Alchemist had absolutely no direct damage abilities. According to the mentor’s advice, if she wanted to create potions necessary for the advancement ceremony, she needed to prepare a whole set of beginner potions worth One Hundred and Forty Gold Coins. Only then could she be considered a valuable team member during the advancement ceremony, and receive protection from others.

Even if she excluded the most expensive and difficult Stone-Meld Potion from the process, the rest would still cost more than sixty Gold Coins.

—Even if all the concoctions were successful on the first try, an advancement ceremony would still require sixty Gold Coins!

Christina simply couldn’t afford the materials.

She could only watch others concoct, then imagine in her mind that it was she who was concocting—that was what she called the Meditative Alchemy method. As long as she hypnotized herself deeply enough, it was as if she had already practiced with her hands.

…But the reality proved that imagination is just imagination. She finally bought a set of materials, only to succeed in synthesizing two bottles of Vitality Potion and one jar of Hemostatic Powder in the first round of alchemy.

Naturally, she was despised during the advancement ceremony.

In Star Antimony, where there is a surplus of Alchemists, people are willing to bring Transcendents from the Path of Balance to advance, just to obtain potions from them. If the Snake Venom Ointment, the Wakefulness Potion, and most importantly the Featherfall Potion that a First Level could concoct are not present—then for these three potions alone, why wouldn’t I just team up with a Transcendent from the Path of Devotion?

Why on earth would I bring you along?

So Christina got tough.

—Since she couldn’t afford it, and even if she made potions she could still be used or despised. Even joining a team might result in abandonment or betrayal, so might as well not make potions at all.

I’ll just go to the exam empty-handed!

After all, the materials for an advancement ceremony were much cheaper than potions, and failing an advancement from the First Level didn’t pose any danger. Try a few more times, and there’s always a chance to get in.

Perhaps luck would have it that she ends up in the Great Sage’s ceremony, where everyone wouldn’t use their extraordinary abilities but will compete fairly with their wits.