Chapter 29: The Silent One, Adelaide
Each difference in professional rank was a world of difference, most directly reflected in magic power capacity.
Furthermore, as one’s rank increased, professional skills were unlocked.
Higher professional ranks granted access to more advanced skills.
For example, the Saintess’s exclusive skill, Holy Fire, was inextinguishable, burning everything in its path, and was known as one of the most powerful offensive skills…
Lena knew this all too well.
After all, in her past life, she had been chased and burned several times by the Holy Saintess, Angel Cavendish. Fortunately, her soul had already become a demon’s bargaining chip, so she only suffered some flesh wounds. Otherwise, with the terrifying power of Holy Fire, Angel could easily incinerate her soul and body.
This was also the reason why Lena was so determined to have Angel under her control.
Such a powerful fighting force absolutely couldn’t fall into the hero’s hands, including the hero’s future mentor, the Fate Navigator, Agnes…
“This is the first time I’ve seen a living, breathing rank six.”
Agnes looked at the tall, gray-haired girl in a gray uniform, sighing inwardly.
Fighting Lena was definitely out of the question.
Successfully challenging someone of a higher rank was almost impossible in this world.
There were only attribute restraints and the overwhelming power of higher ranks.
Even if hundreds of rank four and five professionals besieged a rank six Necromancer, they would only be swallowed by the endless sea of undead skeletons, becoming one of “them.”
This demonstrated the strict hierarchy of the professional ranking system.
“What? Is a rank six professional that rare?” Lena unconsciously asked a common-sense question, drawing Agnes’s attention.
“Read more, pay attention to the Imperial Evening News. Isn’t the Imperial Military actively recruiting talents of rank four and above? With your strength, Lena, you could easily become a chiliarch, even a general isn’t impossible…”
Agnes’s analysis was spot on.
Especially for a special profession like Necromancer, which could change the tide of battle, they were highly sought after, and rank six Necromancers were even rarer.
As expected, the Falmouth family would soon face upheaval.
Various factions would come to visit, seeking alliances or marriage proposals, and among them might be enemy spies, plotting to assassinate this talented young lady.
After all, the existence of a rank six Necromancer was an irresistible temptation for any kingdom.
If they couldn’t have her, they would destroy her. Political assassinations were inevitable…
“I’m sorry, I have no interest in becoming an official. I don’t know what those above are thinking, but if they dare to come, I dare to kill.”
She pulled out a chair and sat down, facing backward, her shapely, stocking-clad legs pressed against the chair legs, creating an alluring sight.
“My father joined the army when he was young and returned as a general. Later, he wisely chose to retreat behind the scenes, no longer participating in the empire’s political struggles. Then came my brother, and then me…”
“I’ve never had, nor will I ever have, any desire to climb the ranks.” Lena tapped her pale left arm against the ancient wooden desk, a crisp sound echoing. “Power is addictive. I’m glad my father didn’t fall into that trap. He was cunning and shrewd, and I inherited his mantle, leaving all the good qualities to my brother.”
Well, that’s how it should have been…
An unexpected rebirth, like a sudden summer storm, had changed Lena. She was no longer the wicked young lady of the past…
“So… General Adelaide is your father?!” Agnes exclaimed in surprise.
“Yes.”
Lena said nonchalantly.
“The old man is used to keeping a low profile and hasn’t appeared in public for a long time. Now… he’s probably in some unknown border town teahouse, bragging to the locals about his glorious past…”
Lena’s tone was laced with sarcasm.
It was hard to imagine that they were father and daughter, with no hint of respect for her elder, as if she was talking about a joke.
“Ah! I should have guessed… Falmouth… isn’t the General’s surname Falmouth?!”
As the memory box opened, Agnes’s childhood dreams resurfaced.
She vaguely remembered—
When she was young, her family elders often spoke of General Adelaide, wielding his star-iron axe, single-handedly charging into battle, defeating the Second Empire and securing the First Empire’s throne.
After retiring from the army, “The Silent One” Adelaide became famous, dominating the headlines of major newspapers for over six months. Even now, countless admirers in the cities and countryside hoped to see the national hero again.
But Adelaide had already submitted his resignation to the Imperial Military. Now, he was just an ordinary commoner…
“This is… I never imagined that the General’s daughter would be my student!!”
Agnes couldn’t contain her excitement, unsure how to face Lena.
Flustered, surprised, delighted, and regretful…
Almost everyone had a childhood idol.
Unlike other girls, Agnes’s childhood hero was Lena’s father, the Silent One, Adelaide.
Now that she knew Adelaide’s identity, she excitedly grabbed Lena’s hand, asking for the Silent One’s autograph.
“Professor, please calm down.” Lena couldn’t spare the time, feeling a headache coming on. “The old man has retired. I can’t find him, so begging me is useless…”
“How can you not find him?!”
Agnes didn’t believe her, thinking Lena was deceiving her.
“I heard the General has always been working in the Imperial City, how can he have retired?”
“Believe it or not.”
Lena slapped Agnes’s ample bosom with her left hand, kneading it roughly. “Big breasts, but no brains.”
“Think about it, would the Imperial Military willingly let my father leave? If it were me, I would squeeze every last drop of value out of him, using the Silent One’s image to maintain the military’s prestige among the people.”
“The commoners trust the Silent One, Adelaide, so they willingly pay their taxes. The military doesn’t need Adelaide himself, but the fact that the ‘Silent One’ is loyal to the Imperial Military. After prolonged propaganda, most people don’t even know that my father has left the empire and become a free man.”
Lena’s analysis was logical and well-reasoned, leaving Agnes speechless, her pretty face filled with shock.
Being lectured by her own student, Agnes felt embarrassed, but there was nothing she could do. Lena was the General’s daughter, her words carried weight.
“I never considered these things. I foolishly believed the General was still active…”
“Nonsense! Of course, he’s still alive! Otherwise, he’d be dead?!”
Lena almost fainted upon hearing Agnes’s “auspicious” words.
Ling Ling leaned closer, her small hands massaging Lena’s back.
Lena grunted, enjoying the little fox girl’s attentive service. “That old fool was too naive, actually believing that bitch’s lies. Hmph, he should have just given that woman an axe blow, and there wouldn’t have been so much trouble later.”
Ling Ling looked left and right, then nodded her head. “Miss is right! Mm-hmm! Ling Ling agrees!”
Agnes: “…”
Angel: “…”
Do you even know who she’s talking about before agreeing?
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