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Chapter 737: The Stubborn Old Man
"Great Sage, this is the guest I was referring to."
The student stopped and pointed to Nolan, who was sitting in a chair.
When Orrun looked at him, a flash of surprise appeared on his face.
’A young man?’
He had expected an old man or at least a mature adult to arrive.
But unexpectedly, it was a young man—one who might not even be twenty yet.
"Go," he said, waving his hand.
The student let out a sigh of relief, bowed to Orrun, and then left the room.
Now, only Orrun and Nolan remained.
Orrun walked over and sat across from Nolan.
"Who are you? What is your purpose for coming here?" he asked bluntly, without beating around the bush.
He was a straightforward person, and small talk was not his forte.
Nolan smiled without showing the slightest trace of anger. Instead, he actually quite liked Orrun’s straightforward nature.
"Your student probably already told you, but I’ll repeat it. I’m here to collaborate with you. We’ll work together on the two-world teleportation magic you’re researching. What do you think?" Nolan said calmly.
Orrun narrowed his eyes. Earlier, he had thought his student might have misheard. It was impossible for anyone else—let alone someone outside the Tower of Silence—to know about the project he was working on.
But it turned out he was wrong—the young man in front of him truly knew about it.
Orrun fell silent for a moment before finally asking in a heavy voice, "How do you know I’m developing that magic?"
He couldn’t imagine how the young man could have found out.
If he didn’t get a satisfactory answer, he would reject the offer.
Nolan wasn’t surprised by the question. In fact, he had overheard it from a student he met in the courtyard earlier.
The student had mentioned the "crazy magic project" being carried out by Great Sage Orrun.
Out of curiosity, he had hypnotized the student and asked him about it.
"Ahem!" Nolan cleared his throat and explained honestly, "I heard it from a student in the outer courtyard earlier."
"A student?" Orrun’s eyes widened. "What did he look like?"
Nolan rubbed his chin and described him in detail. "He’s a bit short, has short red hair, and looks kind of annoying."
Orrun: "..."
Although Nolan’s description sounded ridiculous, Orrun could immediately picture who he was referring to—his personal student, Arren.
’Damn... that little bastard...’ Orrun gritted his teeth in frustration.
He had instructed the boy not to tell anyone, including the other students.
But what did he do?
He didn’t spill the secret to the other students—but to a stranger instead!
What a disobedient student!
Sensing Orrun’s anger, Nolan merely chuckled softly and said nothing.
He could tell that Orrun seemed to have hit a dead end in his project. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to look so disheveled and react with such fury just because his secret had been exposed.
Nolan pushed the thought aside and asked, "So, what do you think? Do you want to accept my proposal?"
Orrun snapped out of his thoughts and glared at Nolan coldly.
"Boy, I don’t know who you are. I don’t know your background. I also don’t know what your purpose is in approaching me," Orrun said flatly. "So forget about that request. I’m not even sure if you came here to cause trouble or have some other agenda."
He snorted and turned away.
He was already at a dead end, and now he had to deal with a stranger of unclear origin.
It was truly frustrating.
Nolan wasn’t surprised by the rejection. In fact, he had expected it.
"Don’t be so hasty, old man. Please hear me out first. Maybe my arrival—and my help—will be the key to your success."
The corner of Orrun’s mouth twitched. This young man wasn’t just rude for calling him "old man" but also unbearably arrogant and annoying.
"I don’t care," Orrun said coldly.
He stood up, turned around, and walked away, leaving Nolan alone in the waiting room.
Watching his back gradually recede, Nolan snickered and muttered, "He’s really stubborn."
***
Two days later...
"Damn it! Failed again and again!"
In the research room, Orrun gritted his teeth in frustration.
Creating magic was his specialty. It was also the reason he held the title of one of the Seven Great Sages.
However, even with that talent, he still hadn’t been able to replicate the magic needed to connect the two worlds.
His frustration had grown so intense that his head began to ache.
"I need to rest for a bit," he muttered, shaking his head.
He walked back to his chair and took a sip of water.
Then, he picked up a large dark-brown book from the center of the desk and opened it.
The book contained a record of his failures over the past three years.
Everything was documented in detail, outlining the factors he believed were the main causes of the spell’s failure to connect the two worlds.
However, upon closer inspection, the further one turned the pages, the fewer his failure notes became.
Orrun turned to a new page and wrote down the current date.
He then wrote the word "failure" beneath it, followed by "reason," but did not specify the cause.
His mind felt exhausted, and he was truly at a dead end, with not a single clue left.
"What keeps causing me to make mistakes?" he muttered in frustration. "It always fails. I’ve followed the manual’s instructions, even tried modifying them, but everything still fails. Could it be that the magic connecting the two worlds simply cannot be created without vast resources and a ritual involving celestial mages?"
Back then, he would have dismissed that as nonsense. He was a legendary magic researcher and a genius.
There was no magic he couldn’t create.
But now, his confidence had plummeted to zero.
He was starting to believe that the spell might indeed be impossible to create.
As he sank into despair, a teasing voice came from the direction of the window.
"Pfft! Have you given up already? What a shame."
Orrun was startled. He quickly stood up and turned toward the source of the voice.
A handsome young man with purple eyes stood casually by the window.
He looked at Orrun with a playful expression.
"You..." Orrun narrowed his eyes sharply. "How did you get in here?"
This place was protected by various powerful spells. Even if a celestial mage tried to break in, the odds were nearly impossible.
Yet strangely, the young man had managed to enter without triggering a single alarm or suffering a scratch.
"No need to be so surprised, old man. But at the very least, the fact that I appeared before you without a sound should be enough to answer your doubts, shouldn’t it?" Nolan said with a playful smile.
Orrun fell silent. Yet what Nolan said struck right at the core of his inner conflict.
At the very least, this young man’s power was at the celestial level.
"So, what about the offer I made two days ago?" Nolan continued casually as he walked closer. "I’m confident I can help you. Take it or leave it."