Sorcerer’s Handbook

“I have personally seen a Medic use the excuse ‘I want to go back and have a good meal’ to blend into a Transport Ship, and they don’t even have to take off their masks after boarding. No one checks their identities throughout the whole process.”

“Although I don’t know why they have such privileges, from what the investigation shows, the status of a Medic seems to be higher than that of a Prison Guard.”

Langna’s gaze wandered as he asked, “You want to deal with the Medics?”

“We’re just going to borrow their clothes,” Igor explained. “The plan is simple — we meet in the Restroom, Ashe Purifies our neck chips, and then within the next ten minutes, we each make our way to the Treatment room. There, we’ll use arcane energy to subdue the Medics and take their clothes, all before the prison alarms go off. Of course, we cannot harm the Medics; their death would trigger the prison alarms and draw the attention of the Prison Guards.”

“Does everyone understand? It’s a simple plan. The only thing we need to practice is how to get from the Treatment room to the port in a few minutes. Let’s focus on that Training for the next couple of days.”

Ashe asked, “What if the prison notices the Medics are injured and tells the Transport Ship to stop for an inspection?”

“That’s when ‘Gourmet’ and ‘Woodpecker Golden Beak’ come into play,” Igor said calmly. “With the element of surprise on our side, do you think you can handle the Blood Mad Hunter on the Transport Ship?”

Langna looked at Ronald, who took a deep breath and nodded firmly, “Yes!”

“I’ll protect Ronald,” Langna stated.

“The Transport Ship comes to the prison on the 1st, 11th, and 21st of each month.” Igor wrote a ‘2’ on the mirror: “Today is the 19th, which means, Ashe, you must master the Purify Miracle within two days, and be able to perform it under the Restriction of arcane energy. Any problems? If you can’t do it, then the escape from prison will have to be postponed until the next 1st.”

Ashe was silent for a moment, then nodded, “No problem.”

“Then…dismissed. For the next two days, everyone should adjust their mindset, simulate the action route for that day, or in other words, eat and drink as you please, and don’t leave yourself any regrets.”

Langna and Ronald were the first to leave. Just before Igor was about to exit the Restroom, Ashe suddenly asked, “The premise of your plan is that the Chip will change its Signal Frequency under special conditions. But what if the Chip, even in special circumstances, continues to send the Life Signal at a fixed frequency? Then wouldn’t the plan be doomed to fail? Maybe the moment we remove the chips, the prison’s Processor will detect our abnormality.”

Igor turned to look at him, a hint of irritation in his eyes: “Yes, indeed, that’s the worst-case scenario.”

“And what if the worst happens? What do we do then?”

“What do we do? You’re asking me?”

Igor seemed to be provoked, swiftly stepping forward to grab Ashe by the collar, his eyes boring into him.

“What are you expecting? For me to come up with a flawless plan? If you’re not satisfied, you can just throw it back at me for revisions? Would you also like to make some interesting demands, like perhaps leaving Shattered Lake Prison on a rainbow?”

He may have wanted to lift Ashe up or slam him against the wall, but the Restroom only granted permissions for bodily functions, not for attacking, so all Igor could do was grab Ashe’s collar.

Ashe didn’t back down: “If it makes you feel any better to say this… I’m sorry, I used you.”

“But I’m glad it was you, because no one else could’ve come up with a plan with such a high chance of success.”

“Do you think a few sweet words will do the trick?” Igor scoffed, but suddenly his anger faded, and he neatly adjusted Ashe’s collar, speaking deliberately, “However, if you really want to make extra preparations to increase the Escape Plan’s margin for error, it’s not impossible.”

“What way?”

“Pray to your Four Pillars, my dear Cult Leader.”

Igor left with a look of disdain and walked away.

Gales, Swordflower College.

“Professor Liblom, I think Lois is a much better choice. She has previously hosted various events, and I’m sure she would be delighted to take on this role as the host…”

The Young Professor holding a textbook stopped and looked helplessly at the persistent female student: “Miss Therave, the host list for the Mixer Party between our schools was reviewed by six responsible parties and submitted to the principal before it was finalized. It’s not a small event that can be freely manipulated by your small group within a small department…”

Sonya became anxious: “Professor, I didn’t mean that at all. I’m not on good terms with Lois; I’m definitely not trying to give her this opportunity for her benefit! Or even if not to her, getting a second or third-year senior to replace me would be fine!”

Professor Liblom sighed: “Miss Therave, do you remember our school’s motto?”

“‘To keep a promise is the most beautiful rose on the hilt, to guard is the sharpest blade beneath the rose,’” Sonya said reluctantly.

“Keeping promises and guarding are the school’s greatest expectations of you. If you want to resign from the task of being a host, you must provide a proper reason. Otherwise, poor performance in such an important matter will greatly affect the school’s evaluation of you.”

Professor Liblom said earnestly, “And you’re also Professor Trozan’s Research Apprentice. To show fairness, the school might even give you a warning!”

As Professor Trozan’s apprentice, Sonya naturally received many privileges in private, such as instructors turning a blind eye to her assignments.

However, in public, Sonya’s every action had to be scrutinized most strictly because she was now the most outstanding student at Swordflower College. She represented the college’s reputation, which could not afford any blemishes, nor could it affect the college’s public image!

Sonya didn’t want to receive a warning. The first step in the school’s disciplinary action was issuing a warning, the second step was suspension, and the third step was expulsion.

In other words, with this warning, Sonya was just one step away from going back home to farm.

“I’m unsuitable to be the host for some special reasons…”

“What reasons?”

Sonya opened her mouth, her lips trembling, making the shape of ‘aba aba’ but couldn’t utter a word. Liblom raised his eyebrows, “Miss Therave? Your reason is?”

“I…” Sonya struggled to speak, as if there was a fire in her throat, “I…”

“Are you feeling unwell? Is there a family matter? Busy with academics? Is it a critical moment in your Swordsmanship Training?” Liblom, feeling the hardship, suggested many reasons for Sonya, letting her pick one to get it over with.

“It’s just that…” Sonya was on the verge of tears, “At the party, I need to introduce our school’s outstanding students, praise this year’s school performance, and talk about the professors’ teaching achievements…”

“Yes, that’s one of the tasks of the host. What’s the issue?”

“But… I… I…” Sonya’s eyes welled up with tears, “I can’t lie.”

Liblom blinked.

“That’s a good quality, Miss Therave, I hope you can continue to uphold it. So do you have a legitimate reason to resign from the host position?”

Sonya’s mouth twitched, unable to utter a word for a long time, and then she clenched her teeth, “No! I! Don’t!”

“Have a pleasant evening.”

Watching Liblom leave, Sonya stomped her feet in frustration. She might have struggled further, but her feet were already moving towards the Training Hall—it was time for training.

The moment Sonya stepped into the Training Hall, she drew everyone’s attention. But unlike the envious looks of the past, this time there was something indescribable—respect? Mockery? Schadenfreude?

“Professor Wesley got so mad he skipped class…”

“Truly, a petty person in power…”

“Felix isn’t as arrogant as her, what’s so great about a genius?”

“Alas, a genius has the confidence to be domineering, no need to care about interpersonal relationships…”

The more Sonya heard, the more aggrieved she felt, she who was so tactful and perfect, was now seen by others as an arrogant genius who didn’t value interpersonal relationships!

She had even been compared to Felix!

At that moment, Felix also came into the Training Hall, and as he passed by Sonya, he coughed twice and jokingly said, “Sonya, Professor Trozan listened to your advice and has gone to get a new hairstyle from the stylist…”

Many apprentices took a sharp breath in—everyone in the school knew that Professor Trozan maintained a very tacky mushroom hairstyle, but no one dared to question Trozan’s aesthetic, not even the Rhythm Sword Saint, Nidhogg, who didn’t get along with Trozan, ever ridiculed him for it.

What kind of harsh words did Sonya say that even made Trozan give up the hairstyle he had maintained for a whole ten years?

True to Sonya’s form, she easily accomplished what others could not!

At that moment, Engulite also arrived for Training. She saw Sonya and quickly jogged over, clenching her fist in encouragement, “Sonya, keep it up, you’re doing the right thing. We Swordcerers should be unyielding and sincere, not everyone has to like us, you must continue to stand firm!”

I don’t want to be unyielding! I don’t want to be sincere!

I want to lie, to have interpersonal relationships, to be liked by everyone, to accomplish things with half the effort, to be welcomed wherever I go, not to be treated like some kind of venomous bug that can’t speak human language by everyone!

The more Sonya listened, the more indignant she became, channeling all her energy into pummeling the armor stands. With each strike of her sword, she viciously hit the tenth ring of the armor stand. For some reason, the more she slashed, the more excited she became, the more she swung her sword, the more powerful she felt. Training wasn’t tiring at all, and she even felt a hint of joy as energy continuously surged within her!

Ding, with a crisp sound of the sword, a One Wing spirit appeared at the tip of her sword—it was the Slash Sword spirit!

Sonya was a bit stunned. She couldn’t understand why her Training efficiency was so high today, why the process felt so refreshing, and even why she successfully summoned a One Wing spirit. Of course, she didn’t know it was the effect of an Advanced Stamina Potion, she could only attribute it to her performance today.

Today, she didn’t wear a mask of hypocrisy. She hated when she needed to hate, and liked when she needed to like.

Today, she didn’t lie, didn’t cover up to avoid punishment, didn’t make excuses to maintain relationships.

Today, she didn’t compromise herself, spoke bluntly about Professor Trozan’s hideous hairstyle, and firmly refused when Adelle asked to borrow clothes.

And then her Training efficiency greatly improved, and the process was easy and comfortable.

Considering all these factors, Sonya couldn’t help but come up with a terrifying speculation.

Could it be that she, Sonya Therave…

Was deep down a genuinely upright and good person!?

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