Cycle of Destiny

Chapter 37 Cavill's Invitation

Harry had just closed the door, and the forced expression on his face had barely faded, when a familiar, icy sensation unexpectedly pressed against the back of his neck and quickly spread throughout his entire back.

He didn't even need to turn around to know that it was the woman named Bella.

"The bond between you two is quite deep," a cold female voice said behind him, laced with undisguised mockery and ridicule. The voice was very close, almost right next to his ear.

Harry slowly turned around. The woman in the red robe named Bella was once again silently suspended in the center of the room.

Her blood-red eyes were fixed on him, her long silver hair cascading down in the still air, and the hem of her bright red robe remained motionless, as if she had always been there.

"He might want to kill me," Harry heard his own dry voice reply, neither denying nor explaining further. "I have to eliminate that possibility. At least this time, I can't let him feel that he has a reason to kill me."

Bella's lips twitched upwards, a completely devoid of any smile. "Little fatty, you lie to him without even blinking." Her tone was calm, yet incisive. "I can smell the fear and scheming through that fat."

Harry paused for a moment, offering no rebuttal. Pretending seemed pointless in front of this woman.

He took a deep breath, raised his eyes, looked directly into those eerie blood-red eyes, and asked the most pressing question at that moment.

"You know who killed me in the forest, right?" "Who are you? Why are you here with me?" "And why am I...back to the present?"

He fired off three questions in one breath, his voice slightly strained with urgency.

This is the biggest mystery that has lingered in his heart since he was "reborn," and the woman in front of him seems to be the only one who might know the answer.

The woman in the red robe hovered in the air, her blood-red eyes calmly meeting his gaze, her face devoid of any expression.

She didn't answer immediately; her silence carried a condescending scrutiny that made Harry feel as if time was stretching out.

A few seconds later, she finally spoke, her voice still icy and devoid of any emotion.

"You're asking too many questions."

She said only that one sentence, then her blood-red eyes moved slightly, scanning the shabby magic house once more before finally settling on Harry's face, which was filled with anxiety and confusion.

"You'll know when the time is right."

After saying that, she seemed to have lost interest in talking again. Before Harry could ask any more questions, her body flashed with red light, and her figure instantly became blurry and transparent, transforming back into a solid beam of blood-red light. With a "whoosh," it went straight into the dark red gem pendant on Harry's chest.

A faint glimmer of light flashed across the surface of the gemstone, before it returned to its cold, dull state.

Harry was left alone in the room again, his heavy breathing clearly audible in the silence. He stood there, stunned, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the pendant on his chest, its icy touch seeming to seep into his very bones.

There was no answer. She didn't reveal any useful information.

Harry recalled that he had chosen to leave the magic academy and return to the capital last time because he was afraid of being exposed in the subsequent tests.

It was precisely because of this decision that he was killed on his way back.

He didn't know who killed him, but he understood that the person must have had a reason to kill him.

The good news is that he can now make those "reasons" disappear, just like he did with Nasus.

This woman doesn't like answering questions and has a bad temper; there's no way I can get her help.

On the contrary, what Harry wanted most now was to get the academy's archmage to help him deal with this woman, but this woman named Bella seemed very powerful, and she even looked down on holy mages, so Harry dared not have any more ideas.

I just hope she stops torturing herself.

Damn, it hurts so much!

That damn woman!

Also, this time, I definitely can't return to the capital. I need to figure out how to get past the great mage's investigation later.

……

The next day, while Harry was still thinking about how to deal with the upcoming tests, energy fluctuations came from the magic house, indicating that a visitor had arrived.

Harry opened the door, and standing outside was a young wizard dressed in a black novice robe. He looked no older than Harry, with a thin face and a respectful demeanor.

His robes were starched and crisp, with no wear or tear on the cuffs and collar, showing a deliberate neatness.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Harry?" The young monk's voice, like his personality, was dry and flat.

"Yes, I am." Harry nodded.

"Deacon Cavill wishes to see you," the young mage stated directly. "Do you have time to visit his magic shop this morning? If not, would the afternoon be suitable?"

Cavill's Magic House...

Harry recalled that last time, he had gone to the Warcraft Market and missed the young mage's information, so Kavil came directly to him.

This time, because I was thinking about a solution, I didn't leave my magic house and that's when I received this message.

This discovery greatly excited Harry because it hadn't happened before, meaning he could alter his "death process."

Harry readily agreed and said he would be there that morning.

Harry, holding the pass given to him by the young wizard, arrived at the academy's senior wizard quarters. This area was noticeably quieter and cleaner than his own apprentice quarters.

Although Cavill is not a high-level mage, his position as a magic deacon still allows him to enjoy the tranquility here.

He quickly found the magic house where Deacon Cavill lived, a detached two-story building. The exterior walls were not ordinary gray stone, but a fine-textured stone with a faint ivory-white hue, with simple and smooth magical patterns engraved on the surface, faintly shimmering with magical luster in the sunlight.

The young wizard who delivered the message was already waiting at the door. As soon as he saw Harry arrive, he went in to announce his arrival, and then quickly returned, leading Harry into the magic house.

The sight inside stunned even Harry, who was of noble birth.

The floor inside was made of dark hardwood planks, each one thick and heavy, a deep, almost inky brown. The surface of the planks was polished to an exceptionally smooth finish, clearly reflecting the soft glow cast by the crystal lights on the ceiling, making it look like a still, dark surface of water.

But when he stepped on it, the feeling under his feet was solid and firm, without any slippery or unstable sensation. Walking on it was as smooth as walking on a compacted dirt road.

Harry, who had some knowledge of magical materials, knew that this wood was hemlock, which came from deep within the permafrost forests of the north.

Its most distinctive feature is its extremely dense and hard texture, even surpassing that of ordinary steel, and it has a natural resistance to the dissipation of magical fluctuations.

For this reason, hemlock is considered a high-grade material in the magical realm. It is usually only carefully cut and polished to make treasure chests for storing valuable magical items, preventing the magic power of some magical items from spreading outwards.

Here, this precious material, which is usually used sparingly, is made into large slabs and luxuriously covered the entire floor of the room.

His gaze shifted from the floor to the surrounding walls.

The walls are made of large, flat, milky-white stone, with a warm, smooth texture and a surface so polished that the seams are almost invisible.

Harry knew this stone; it came from the southern mountains and was called "moonstone." It was expensive due to its excellent magical stability and was usually only used to make the bases of meditation platforms for mid- to high-level mages or expensive experimental tables.

What truly surprised Harry was the silver pattern covering the walls.

It wasn't a drawn pattern, but rather a metal that shimmered with a unique cold light, directly cast or embedded into the stone in extremely fine lines.

The patterns are extremely complex and intricate, consisting of countless tiny geometric shapes, never-before-seen runes, and flowing curves that interweave to form a vast, orderly, and regular overall structure that covers every wall.

Harry recognized the metallic sheen—it was mithril, and extremely pure mithril at that.

Mithril possesses the best magical conductivity, while ordinary metals naturally repel magic. Adding a fingernail-sized amount of mithril to a weapon will successfully enchant it.

In addition, mithril can be added to magic robes in the form of threads, or embedded in the core of magic wands, among other uses.

Here, precious mithril was used lavishly as "lines," creating such a huge and complex pattern on this wide wall.

Although Harry couldn't decipher all the details, based on his basic knowledge of magic circles learned at the academy, these patterns clearly formed nodes and loops for the convergence and flow of energy.

The mithril lines themselves also continuously emitted an extremely faint but real magical rhythm.

The mithril patterns on these four walls must be part of a magic circle. Harry doesn't know the specific function of this magic circle, but with so much mithril used, it clearly possesses powerful protective, insulating, or other amazing effects.

Simply by standing in the middle, he felt an invisible solemnity and heavy pressure, as if he were at the core of some enormous magical instrument.

In the center of the room was a large table made from a single, unjoined piece of deep blue magic crystal; the price of this table alone was enough to buy a small manor.

Harry recognized some of the others, and some he didn't, but he knew they were all quite expensive.

Seeing the luxury inside Cavill's magic house, Harry had a feeling that Cavill was really willing to spend money on these decorations.

Harry smiled broadly, recalling Cavill's words during his last visit to his magic house: "Simplicity is a magician's virtue."

Cavill is a wonderful man!