Faced with the group's persuasion, Lan Qingyou took a deep breath.
“There is no doubt that there are good things inside. Whether it's a sealing magic circle or a barrier magic circle, they both require at least one core to provide mana for the entire array.”
“Furthermore, the higher the grade of the magic circle, the more valuable the core needs to be. And the fewer items there are inside, the higher their individual value will be.”
Lan Qingyou’s Five Dragon Reincarnation Protection Magic Circle was essentially the same.
Whether it was the Orichalcum fountain, the Stone of Repose, or the War Treants used for protection, they all actually served this purpose.
Only by having such cores could the normal operation of the magic circle be guaranteed.
This was why Lan Qingyou was so certain.
“Haha, since it's decided, let's begin.”
“I can't wait any longer.”
Upon hearing that there were good things, everyone grew excited.
Never mind the danger—the items inside were already reserved by the people of Tarot Villa!
“However, before that, there are three things we must do.”
Lan Qingyou appropriately poured a bucket of cold water on the group, whose excitement was getting to their heads, instantly extinguishing the flames in their hearts.
“What things?”
“First, we must redistribute the magic items we acquired earlier. We need to be armed to the teeth, as we have no idea what's waiting for us inside.”
“That is indeed necessary. What's the second thing?”
The group nodded in unison, agreeing with Lan Qingyou’s statement.
“The second thing is the Bubble Beads that the Hierophant gave us. If possible, I want to try to improve them and increase their duration.”
“Since there's a high probability that whatever is sealed inside is a marine creature, the likelihood of fighting in the water is indeed very high. This is also a must. And the third?”
The Hierophant looked at Lan Qingyou and asked.
The Hierophant readily agreed to her wanting to improve the Bubble Beads he had crafted.
After all, they were preparing for a major battle.
Preparing more than needed was always better than preparing too little, even if some went unused.
“The third thing is regarding my World Title.”
“World Title!?”
When Lan Qingyou spoke those words before the six pairs of eyes staring at her, everyone was bewildered.
After all, who among those present didn't have a World Title?
And yet, she wanted to talk about this?
“Yes. To be precise, it's about the description of the World Title.”
“You mean there's something significant in the description of the World Title?”
The Magician frowned slightly.
“I'm not sure, but at least I find it very suspicious. Let me read the description of my title, ‘Witch of the High Tower,’ to everyone.”
“Stars shatter into golden sand within her cauldron, moonlight is forged into chains to bind the surging river of time; sulfur and roses dance atop the tower's peak, each petal condensing the incantations of forgotten civilizations. When the winds of the seventh era smash the rusted copper doors, the faded star charts boil anew within her pupils; the bones of heroes transform into alchemy pedestals within the magic circle, and scepters and crowns melt into a glassy twilight inside the distilling flask. The High Tower grows by devouring a millennium of moonlight, its peak piercing the clouds to burst with emerald lightning; the stardust remaining on her fingertips burns through the red threads of fate, and all epics are but signatures left at the bottom of the cauldron.”
Lan Qingyou pulled up her personal profile and read her description word for word to everyone present.
After hearing it, not just Lan Qingyou, but even the others found it extremely suspicious.
“It really is...”
The Hierophant frowned, stopping halfway through his sentence, not knowing how to continue.
The Magician, on the other hand, shook his head after listening.
“This style of writing doesn't seem like what a standard description should be. At least, the small screen definitely wouldn't make such a description—toxic sarcasm would be more its style.”
“True. It reads like a poem of praise, but also like...”
“A prophecy.”
The Wheel of Fortune finished the High Priestess’s sentence. Her tone was filled with a certainty that drew everyone's attention.
Who was the Wheel of Fortune?
She was a scholar who researched the celestial bodies of Kalim and a diviner whose talent granted her a high success rate in divination.
If anyone else had said the word 'prophecy,' some might have ignored it or even mocked it.
But coming from her, the nature of the claim was entirely different.
It was well known that divination and prophecy were often two sides of the same coin.
“The first sentence can be seen as The Tower starting to learn alchemy and becoming an enchanter. The sulfur in the second sentence likely represents alchemy materials, while the rose represents The Tower herself.”
As the Wheel of Fortune spoke, she took out a deck of tarot cards and began placing them face-up on the dining table in a systematic pattern, like a pyramid.
It looked no different from a divination session.
“The phrase about petals condensing incantations of forgotten civilizations likely refers to the Star Dragon King Essence Blood, or more broadly, it might represent all ancient bloodlines.”
“I'm not sure about what follows, but the line about the winds of the seventh era smashing the rusted copper doors probably refers to the place right in front of us. Is that why you were so conflicted about whether to enter earlier?”
As she said this, the Wheel of Fortune placed the final card, ‘The Tower,’ at the very top of the arrangement and looked at Lan Qingyou.
“This...”
Lan Qingyou was speechless.
Indeed, that was one of the reasons for her hesitation, and a major one at that.
But she never expected the other woman to deduce her judgment so accurately.
No... could it be called deduction? Was it divination?
Lan Qingyou looked at the Wheel of Fortune with a questioning gaze, and the Wheel of Fortune returned a smile.
“You must find it strange, but don't be. This isn't actually magic, nor is it some kind of divination.”
With that, the Wheel of Fortune tapped the personal information tattoo on the back of her hand in front of everyone.
“The red threads of fate brought you to my side like stars; the rotation of the stars in the sky allows us to grow together; come, warriors, let us raise our weapons, charge into the dark abyss, and sever the red thread of fate that represents our bondage;”
“This is part of my World Title's description. Doesn't it feel like a summary of our lives and studies since we transmigrated, eventually leading to our arrival at this dungeon to fight?”
After finishing her reading, the Wheel of Fortune looked up and scanned everyone staring at her.
Clearly, her words weren't meant for Lan Qingyou alone.
“Calm seas cannot forge a strong sailor. Set sail for the far reaches; grip the helm that symbolizes defiance against the sea and roar amidst the ocean's raging waves.”
At this moment, the Hierophant also read a part of his title's description.
With this happening repeatedly, anyone with even a bit of intelligence knew there was definitely something going on here.
So, one by one, they all lowered their heads and looked at their own personal information.
Their expressions... couldn't be called bad, but they certainly weren't good either.
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