Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1123: Chapter 466: The Hour of the Triple Lunar Eclipse

The arms on the throne sensed their master’s emotional shift, their caressing movements becoming more attentive.

"However, it’s not entirely a bad thing."

Seraphina suddenly chuckled, her laughter as clear as the sound of silver bells:

"If Ron Ralph truly has such a mysterious background, then his research is even more precious.

Failure is also a part of learning, and what our Life Tree School excels at is extracting nourishment from failure."

Upon hearing these words, Sheena felt a strong sense of unease rise within her.

She knew Seraphina well enough.

She knew that behind this "Bright-eyed Girl’s" gentle smile often lay the cruelest punishments.

"Lady Seraphina..." she tried to defend herself:

"This failure was indeed unexpected, but we can adjust our strategy. Perhaps we can try other methods..."

"Sheena, my dear child."

Her voice was as smooth and delightful as silk, yet hidden within it was a dangerous undertone:

"Your recent report greatly... disappointed me."

Sheena knelt in front of the throne, her body slightly trembling.

Not out of fear, but excitement.

Through years of modification and training, her feelings for Seraphina had transcended mere loyalty, rising to a near-religious reverence.

It could be said that Seraphina was like a half-mother to her.

Whenever she heard the "Bright-eyed Girl" speak, she felt a physiological joy.

"I... I’m very sorry, Lady Seraphina."

Sheena’s voice trembled slightly from excessive nervousness:

"I originally thought that a young Wizard who had just broken through to Moon Level would not possess such strong willpower..."

"You originally thought?"

Sheena detected the scent of death from her words:

"Dear Sheena, do you know what the word ’thought’ means in our School?"

"It means... insufficient preparation." The Witch’s voice was as weak as a mosquito.

"Good, it seems you haven’t completely lost your mind."

Seraphina nodded with satisfaction:

"Insufficient preparation means wasting the School’s resources. And waste is unforgivable here."

She gently waved her hand, and the atmosphere throughout the hall changed abruptly.

"However, considering your years of loyal service."

Seraphina slowly rose from the throne.

The arms that wove the chair reluctantly released their embrace.

"I will not take your life; you will continue to contribute to the School in another way."

Just as her words fell, the entire Violet Garden began to respond to her will.

The ground of the hall began to undulate like tides, and the originally hard stone slabs became soft as flesh.

Countless gigantic vines began to drill out from deep within the ground.

Their surface was covered in fine fuzz, which glittered in the moonlight like countless blinking eyes.

The most dazzling were the flowers at the tips of the vines.

There bloomed stunning flowers each as large as a washbasin.

Petals layered upon layers, transitioning from deep red to pale pink, emitting alluring feminine fragrance.

These flowers emitted a low humming, akin to a woman’s moan of extreme pleasure.

"The Blood Roses haven’t tasted high-quality nourishment for a long time."

Seraphina explained gently, like a mother introducing pets to her child:

"Their craving for beautiful women has accumulated to the extreme, especially for a Dark Sun Level Wizard with special lineage like you."

Sheena finally realized the fate about to befall her, her face turning as pale as paper:

"Lady Seraphina... I can still re-plan... I can..."

"Hush, don’t speak, my dear child."

Seraphina extended slender fingers, gently brushing Sheena’s lips:

"This is not punishment, but an honor. Your life essence will nurture the next generation of transformers."

Dozens of thick Blood Rose vines swiftly swam towards Sheena.

They did not harshly grasp, but softly entwined her limbs like lovers.

The mucus secreted by the vines bore a faint sweet scent along with a sleep-inducing anesthetic component.

"No... wait..."

Sheena struggled, but the power of the vines far surpassed her expectations.

At the same time, as the vines wrapped around her, an unusual warmth began to spread within her body.

These Blood Roses secreted special hormones that directly affected the nervous system.

"Feel their affection, Sheena."

Seraphina’s voice carried maternal gentleness:

"The Blood Roses have grown independently for hundreds of years. Their desire for high-quality life energy is pure and intense.

Being chosen by them to contribute to their growth is a great honor."

The vines gently lifted Sheena, suspending her in mid-air, holding a posture both fragile and graceful.

Their flowers started to approach her skin, petals caressing every inch like the gentlest love touch.

But the true purpose of this "love touch" was to establish a life energy transmission channel.

Each contact of the petals left subtle marks on the skin surface.

These were the Blood Roses’ lifelines used for precise energy extraction.

The whole process was extremely meticulous, akin to surgical precision.

The Blood Roses would cause no external injury, nor would they invoke intense pain.

They would extract life essence in the gentlest manner.

"I will control the extracted amount reasonably."