Chapter 117: The Four Great Silvers

After explaining the functions of the mysterious sacred site to the teacher and Chris, the three mages were greatly astonished and somewhat skeptical. Mage Malf said, “I really don’t know how you obtained these divine artifacts—first, the alchemical creations that had been lost for thousands of years, and now the Tree of Life and such a mysterious structure!”
Chris exclaimed, “I get it! Could it be that you’ve inherited something from a subcontinent world, Donald?”
The mages present found this idea incredible but also the most plausible explanation. Even Messel nodded in agreement.
Seeing that they understood it this way, Donald decided not to explain further. The guess was fairly accurate, though the truths contained in the Book of Truth were far beyond what could be found in subcontinent realms with incomplete laws, originating instead from Earth and a world with higher-level laws. If a true god possessed such cosmic laws, creating worlds would not be a problem.
Some secrets would not be revealed even to one’s own teacher until sufficient strength was achieved. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be out of concern but would instead harm them.
Chris’s hypothesis was agreed upon by the others, and Donald seemed to accept it without explicitly confirming it. Excitedly, Chris urged Donald to let them test whether the sacred site truly had the miraculous effects he claimed.
Messel stepped forward and said, “We’ve stayed at the Bronze level for too long. Let me go first!”
Everyone present understood his intention—it wasn’t that Messel was eager for the first chance to advance, but rather that he wanted to set an example for the three mages. He fully trusted his disciple and believed he wouldn’t lie in this matter, though whether the other three truly trusted him was doubtful.
Seeing his teacher speak up for him, Donald felt grateful. However, upon hearing Messel’s offer, Chris and the others felt embarrassed. Malf then asked, “Are there any restrictions on who can train in this sacred site?”
“No! Mage training targets the soul level, so multiple people entering at the same time won’t affect the training’s effectiveness. However, depending on each person’s knowledge level, their training time may vary—longer time yields more benefits!”
“Then let’s go in together. It won’t hurt anyway!”
The other two mages quickly nodded in agreement.

After watching the four mages enter the mysterious sacred place, Donald waited another minute before communicating with the Book of Truth, paying four units of energy to begin expert-level mage training. Expert-level training required far less energy than class transformation or creating a new character—each person only needed one medium-sized elemental crystal—but the benefits gained were beyond what could be obtained even with more energy. Moreover, outsiders who came here and tried to enter these buildings for class transformation or training could not do so no matter how many energy crystals they had, as without the Book of Truth as a foundation, these buildings were merely strange structures with no function at all. As for the mages like Messel, once they entered the sacred place and stopped, they suddenly found themselves in darkness, with everyone and everything around them disappearing, as if they had landed alone in an unknown space. However, these were experienced mages who had practiced for years; they regarded this as a illusion and did not act rashly out of fear like ordinary people. Next, they felt a light emerging from the darkness. Within that light, all the knowledge and memories related to being a mage apprentice began to play back in their minds like a stream. Whenever they encountered sections they didn’t understand or misunderstood, additional content would be inserted to correct and complete them. It was as if they were experiencing life from scratch, except that in this life, aside from learning magic knowledge, there was nothing else. Finally, once their memories were fully organized, all four mages felt their souls become transparent, never having been so fulfilled before. But that wasn’t all—another thought was inserted into their consciousness. The knowledge contained in this thought was slightly beyond what they already possessed, but it was a level they had never reached. The mages felt that if they could understand this thought, advancing to silver rank would not be a problem, and they would even gain even greater benefits. Donald waited outside the sacred place for fifteen minutes before Malf Fahua, the first to complete the training, came out. As soon as the reappeared Malf stepped out of the gates of the sacred place, Donald immediately felt a strong mental pressure emanating from him. This pressure wasn’t severe enough to harm the soul, so the Book of Truth did not provide any protection or counteraction.

Donald stepped forward with a smile and said, “Congratulations on reaching Silver rank, Malf!” With Malf’s temperament, he was genuinely happy and pleased that he had advanced smoothly without any issues, and he also felt grateful to Donald, his younger half-brother. However, he wasn’t good at expressing himself, so he simply nodded, keeping everything to himself.

Soon after, Malf’s sister, the witch Hentia, came out as well. Although her presence wasn’t as powerful as her brother’s as an Element Mage, it exuded a sense of agility and resilience.

It was then that Chris, who had been inside for half an hour and looked disheveled from sweating profusely, finally stepped out laughing. He had also succeeded in reaching Silver rank, and his gains were even greater than those of Malf and his sister.

“Only Teacher Melsel hasn’t come out yet. I wonder what’s going on in there!”

The mysterious sacred site was like a building with different spaces—no one could see what others were doing inside; they could only sense their own presence. Hearing Hentia’s concern, Donald said, “Teacher Melsel has more experience than any of us, including Chris. I believe he will gain the most benefits, so it will take him longer to absorb them.”

Chris, who had spent the most time with Melsel, knew him best. He nodded and said, “Donald is right. The longer we wait, the more benefits Teacher Melsel must have gained!”

With that, the four of them waited patiently outside the mysterious sacred site, while Kelthas stayed outside the transformation site to prevent anyone from disturbing their master.

It wasn’t until Donald began to worry that Melsel finally emerged, looking slightly tired after being inside for nearly two hours.

“Teacher, how do you feel?”

Not sensing the mental pressure of a Silver-ranked being like that of the previous three, Donald thought something might be wrong and stepped forward anxiously.

Although Melsel seemed tired as if he had just gone through a fierce battle, his eyes were surprisingly bright.

“Don’t worry. I’m fine. I’ve successfully advanced. It just took a bit longer because I had to resolve some problems that had been bothering me.”

He smiled gently, and as his smile spread, Donald and the others felt a vast mental realm enveloping them. If Chris and the others’ mental strength was like a rushing river, then Melsel’s mental realm was like an endless ocean—with tides rising and falling, sometimes calm and sometimes stormy.

It turned out that Messel not only succeeded in advancing but also spent some time strengthening his abilities to the point where he could use them freely as needed.
“Congratulations, teacher!” Donald was truly overjoyed upon sensing Messel’s strength. According to his estimation, the teacher’s ability was already at the high silver level—such an instant advancement was almost unprecedented.
Four mages had successively advanced to the silver tier. Although Messel had already entered the silver realm through his achievements in alchemy, that did not directly affect his overall strength. His mage rank remained at the peak of bronze. This time, with years of accumulated experience suddenly coming to fruition, coupled with the fact that the spells of the Transformation School were essentially derived from alchemy and complemented each other, his strength surged to the high silver level. In other words, once Messel spent a year or two stabilizing his rank, he could aim for the gold tier.
As for Chris and the other two, they also achieved advancement to the silver tier through years of hard work. Yet even the strongest among them, Chris, was only at the mid-silver level. The Malf siblings had advanced to bronze at a young age and were now in their early forties, so they didn’t have much accumulated experience. After advancing, they were only slightly stronger than beginners, but this was already satisfactory for them.
As long as their foundation was solid, it wouldn’t take them long to reach the peak of silver.
“This mysterious sacred place is truly amazing. I feel perfectly in shape after advancing, without any flaws—much better than when I advanced through my own efforts!”
Hearing Malf’s remark, Chris said to Donald, “No wonder your strength has improved so quickly. So there was so much help available.”
Donald shook his head and said, “My strength came too easily. It’s not appropriate to use this method for advancement, so I haven’t trained. Besides, everyone only gets one chance for such training—it’s most effective when used at critical moments. It’s better to work hard to solidify one’s foundation regularly!” Donald himself had risen to the bronze tier through a three-step process. Although his foundation was solid, his basic knowledge wasn’t as thorough as that of mages like Chris who had spent decades in the mage field. Since he was already at the bronze tier, it wasn’t wise to rush for further advancement. He planned to stay at the bronze tier for a while to make up for his shortcomings before pushing forward bravely, aiming for the silver tier just like his teacher.
Therefore, he didn’t intend to rely on the mysterious sacred place for training in the short term.

Messel said with relief, “The fact that you can think of this proves you’re already a true mage. Even without your teacher by your side, you’ll achieve great things in the future. I hope you’ll keep up this effort!” Donald nodded solemnly in agreement. Then Chris suggested, “We’ve all just been promoted. Since we’ve accepted Donald’s invitation, why not go back and get ready, then strengthen our skills here?” Of course, the Malf siblings had no objection to Chris’s suggestion. They could see that following Donald would surely lead to a brighter future than struggling on their own. Moreover, Messel was almost at the Silver Subversion level; in a few years, she might break through to become the first Gold-tier powerhouse and Archmage in the North County. Since she was also their half-teacher, it was only natural for them to choose to stay.

With the guidance of a Gold-tier powerhouse, they could avoid many detours, and who knows, they might even reach the Gold level one day.

Hearing this, Donald smiled and said, “Then I’m grateful to you three. I’ve been worried these past few days. Macbeth hired at least one Silver-level assassin to take care of me before dying, and I have important matters that require me to leave the territory. So, you three seniors, just strengthen your skills in the lord’s manor. With you here, that assassin won’t dare act recklessly.”

“In that case, the assassin is likely to follow me and leave together. Uther already has Silver-level strength, and my teacher will also join me. Once we reach the northwest, we’ll join forces with the experts from the Ansel family. With these experts by our side, if that assassin is smart, he’ll stay as far away as possible!” Malf said with a smile, “Silver assassins? They’re actually the bane of our mages! But they probably don’t realize that Hentia isn’t like ordinary elemental mages. As a witch, she’s the perfect counter to assassins. Once that assassin gets close to her, there are over a dozen ways she can deal with him. By then, we can do whatever we want with him!”