Chapter 150 - Chapter 150: Chapter 120 'Good Luck” and 'Mudom Plane” (Seeking Subscriptions)_3

Chapter 150: Chapter 120 “Good Luck” and “Mudom Plane” (Seeking Subscriptions)_3

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Bernard spoke up.

His activated Demon Silk Mark is capable of dealing with all the troubles that Milton Cheney has encountered.

After all, the Mudom Plane is merely a small plane.

If he has the intention to conquer this plane, it wouldn’t even cost him much.

“Understood, mentor,” Milton responded.

Milton nodded.

His mentor Bernard has been very good to him, even in the Text Simulation, his mentor had helped him countless times over the centuries.

Milton put away the Book of Truth again.

The Bernard in front of him waved slightly, their figures enveloped by spiritual power disappeared on the spot.

When they reappeared, they were within the void.

Regardless of knowing where this was, Milton did not show any emotions.

A middle-aged man with his upper body bare.

Upon seeing Bernard, the middle-aged man’s eyes flashed a hint of surprise, seemingly puzzled by Bernard’s presence here.

Of course, this surprise was hidden from Milton.

In his eyes, the middle-aged man in front of him was a man of constant composure, with no change in expression.

The next moment, the middle-aged man spoke:

“Bernard, weren’t you in…? What brings you here?”

Listining to those words, a trace of surprise flickered in Milton’s eyes.

Because he could hear the middle-aged man speaking, but some sounds were blocked.

Moreover, this did not seem to be the middle-aged man deliberately concealing, but rather, Milton himself couldn’t hear.

“Orlando, open the Plane Channel to the Mudom Plane,” Bernard spoke, offering no further explanation.

In front of Milton, he usually had a lot to say.

But at other times, his words were generally concise, rarely bothering with a second sentence if could be said in one.

As Milton understood it, he was trying to be aloof.

The man Bernard named Orlando, the bare-chested middle-aged man, showed no reaction after hearing these words, as if he was already accustomed to this.

He shifted his gaze onto Milton.

Countless symbols slid past his eyes, unseen by Milton. The next moment, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

“Good lad.’

“Your student?” He asked, glancing at Bernard.

Bernard remained stone-faced, not uttering a word.

Watching this scene, Milton felt a bit strange in his heart.

Did his mentor have a grudge against the middle-aged man in front of him?

He remembered his mentor enjoyed being mysterious, and he was usually talkative amidst normal times.

Orlando shook his head, a slight smile hanging on his face.

As if he had thought of something.

Old man, are you trying to show your authority in front of your student?

I’ve known you for so many years, I know what your fart tastes like!

But Orlando didn’t expose him, after all, the old fellows of the Guardian Sea were mostly the same group of people they would bump into from time to time, giving Bernard a face was not unacceptable.

“Come with me, lad,” Orlando said with a smile.

Then, he turned his head and walked towards the deep void.

Milton looked at Bernard, who simply nodded, signaling him to follow.

However, the moment Milton took a step, he suddenly felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

A staggering figure almost pressed him down, and Milton quickly steadied his body.

His bloodline heated up slightly, and the pressure on his body gradually decreased.

Milton looked at Bernard speechlessly.

Indeed, seeing Milton stumble, a hint of amusement flashed across Bernard’s face, instantly vanishing.

Ignoring his irritating mentor, Milton, who had adjusted to the gravity, followed Orlando’s back figure.

The void was still.

There was no flow of time here, Milton moved swiftly, steadily following Orlando.

A moment later, a platform appeared in the void.

Milton followed Orlando onto the platform.

“Relax your mind, I’m going to open the Plane Channel for you,” Orlando said.

Milton nodded on the side.

He gradually relaxed his tight spirit.

Soon, a void channel appeared before Milton.

“Step in, summon the Book of Truth, wrap your body with spiritual power.”

“If you want to return to the Wizard Realm, just activate the last page of the Book of Truth, and I’ll fetch you back.”

“The lad is still too weak. If you were a Level 2 White Wizard, you could move in and out of small planes on your own.”

Watching Milton standing in front of the Plane Channel, Orlando unusually talked a bit more.

Due to the special trials of the Guardian Sea, there were fewer newcomers joining.

The current Guardian Sea was either filled with old fellows, or those who had not become old fellows yet.

Just like what Ian told Milton in the beginning, the Guardian Sea is not the best choice for all wizards.

In fact, no matter who wants to join the Guardian Sea, they would be told the same thing Ian said to every beginner.

The words would just be a little different depending on the individual.

Just as Milton had the impression, in the Wizard Realm, apart from those who truly understand White Wizards.

Most wizards perceive White Wizards as a weak group of wizards who are dedicated to experimental research.

If Milton hadn’t truly joined the Guardian Sea.

His initial understanding about Guardian Sea would have remained one-sided when he joined the Realm-level Wizards Organization, the Ouroboros Ring, during the True Body Simulation.

Sometimes, stereotypes can truly affect a person’s judgement.

Whether this person is a wizard or not.

The next moment, Milton nodded, released his spiritual power to wrap around his body, let the Book of Truth float in front of him and stepped into the Plane Channel.

The void channel vanished the moment Milton stepped in.

Milton felt as if his body was flying in the sea.

Everything around him was retreating rapidly, the forbidden void began to flow.

After a while, a beam of light appeared before his eyes.

The light was bright, and clear.

‘Suddenly enlightened’ would be the best phrase to describe Milton’s feeling right now.

The Mudom Plane!

I’ve arrived!

Ps: Oops, apologies for the raw words as I typed this on my phone-

I will be home tomorrow to consolidate the outline, I will try my best to make the upcoming plot more appealing..