Egilina's bedroom was located third floor of the castle.

This was the residence Roland selected for her. To the left of the bedroom door was the library, a great place for reading; to the right was the terrace, a great place to observe the stars.

Roland and the maids lived on the second floor. Therefore, the entire third floor belonged entirely to Egilina.

She was very grateful for Roland's arrangement. Quietness was necessary when practicing divinations. Any slight disturbance, whether light or heavy, could disrupt the process.

While Roland was holding a coffee cup and casually flipped through pages, Egilina activated the her crystal ball in her bedroom. She joined her hands together, and the crystal ball rose slowly and emitted a soft light.

The secrets of the upper classes were temporarily beyond his authorization.

The world where sorcery was prohibited was not a world where sorcery does not exist. But this world isolated sorcery from commoners. Sorcery was a way of combat, a way of life, and more importantly, a thick barrier separating the upper class from the inferior people.

People could only access tricks or alchemy; instinctively, they believed there was no sorcery in this world, and if there was, it was just the tricks of swindlers.

The true mastery of sorcery was monopolized by the elites of the upper echelons, and there was a threshold. Roland hadn’t reached that threshold.

Using the power of the stars to drive the crystal ball, a magnificent palace appeared from nowhere.

An old man who had been reading with his head down slowly raised his head, smiling.

"Egilina, you have ignored me for quite some time. Are you still mad at me?"

"How could a disciple be angry at her teacher?"

Egilina puffed her cheeks, muttering softly.

"Hey! Your unsatisfaction was written all over your face. That's my personal affair, don’t worry about it."

"Well, of course I would be satisfied with the affair."

Egilina snorted lightly, her expression softened:

"Master Stevenson, though Luna was 700 years younger than you--actually, she just turned nineteen--it’s your freedom to marry her. As you insist it’s love, so it is then. As a disciple, of course, I cannot but support your decision."

Egilina sarcastically criticized Master Stevenson who was over seven hundred years old for marrying a nineteen-year-old bride. Unfortunately, her words had no effect on the old man. If he really cared about what people said, Stevenson wouldn't have married that girl in the first place.

Stevenson replied with a smile.

"Thank you for your blessing, even though it's three years late. Egilina, you're not a young girl anymore, besides studying divinations, you should also consider marriage."

Egilina's face changed abruptly, and she said impatiently, "Master Stevenson, you should know, in our race, I’m still extraordinarily young. Why should I be in such a hurry? Getting married at a young age was likely to be deceived by sweet words and unrealizable promises. Before the age of five hundred, I won't consider stepping into marriage, please stop talking about it!"

Stevenson coughed lightly to remind her, "Egilina, were you using your sorcery to open the crystal ball just to criticize your teacher?"

Egilina stuck out her tongue, feeling a little embarrassed.

Master Stevenson was knowledgeable, powerful, and had a keen political sense. Over the centuries, the Stargazers had grown from a small institution into a super international organization on par with the mainland's countries, and Stevenson's contributions were indispensable.

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But he wasn’t perfect. To be more detailed, he was lascivious, and particularly fond of young and pretty girls.

Yet leaving aside his private morals, the teacher was indeed a trustworthy leader.

She tentatively asked, "Master Stevenson, did you see my suggestion?"

"I saw it. I trust your judgment. Give him S-level investment, and you'll be in charge of the specifics. Well, if it weren't for you holding me back, I really wanted to wipe him out, to let everyone know the consequences of provoking the Stargazers."

Talking about politics, Stevenson's murky eyes suddenly lit up, and his gaze became particularly sharp.

"Egilina, for your sake, I will let him go this time. Tell him that scamming was also skillful and not everyone can do it. A mortal’s life was worth nothing for powerful sorcers. He could have easily been eliminated for offending their diginity."

Although Stevenson's words were quite intense, they were the truth.

In his eyes, a mere baron who could only use second-order sorcery was like an ant on the roadside.

Egilina had no intention of correcting Stevenson's views, after all, he had never personally seen Roland.

She smiled and said, "Master, I changed my mind. I hope you accept Roland's declaration of war and send a special execution coffee m as soon as possible to assist me in exterminating Baron Minhausen."

Just as Stevenson picked up his coffee cup, he sprayed coffee on the table, his eyes widening.

The seven-hundred-year-old teacher was stunned by the words of his young disciple.

He coughed several times before catching his breath.

"Egilina, were you serious?"

Egilina's expression was serious.

"Absolutely."

"It's simple. You can do it yourself, why bother with a law enforcement coffee m?"

"It's not that simple. I saw an elf princess in his territory."

"A baron, and an elf princess?" Stevenson's gaze became more playful.

He poured himself another cup of coffee , waved his hand, and the water stained on the table disappeared, his expression returning to its usual seriousness.

He pondered for a moment and asked softly, "So, how do you plan to deal with him? Will you kill him or use him to lure out the man behind the scenes?"

Stevenson didn’t buy the idea that a mere baron would have the capability to recruit an elf princess. There must be a conspiracy somewhere.

"I plan to beat his ass off, then accept his surrender." Egilina said calmly.

Stevenson sprayed another mouthful of coffee onto the table, completely losing the authority of a teacher.

He looked at Egilina in astonishment and confusion:

"Why would you do this?"

"It was his own request. This way we have his friendship." Egilina said calmly.

"That’s abnormal for you. Tell me the whole story, with no omissions whatsoever."

Egilina nodded, she didn't hide anything, recounting the secrets that were she did not write in the report.

Stevenson fell into thoughts.

"Although his actions seem somewhat absurd and reckless, he has a clear mind what to do. He's a pretty good young man. By the way, how old is he?"

Egilina's face stiffened slightly; she had written all this basic information in the report, but Stevenson hadn't looked at it at all.

Did he just approved the investment for the sake of her recommendation?

She didn't know whether to thank her teacher for his trust or to complain about his laziness.

Well, after all, now Stevenson was an old man with a young and tender wife. He must have spent too much time taking care of his wife.

Stevenson didn't realize how his disciple continued to criticize him in her mind.

He just didn’t bother to look at the report. Why bother him with such trivial matters as investing in a mere baron?

"Eighteen years old, just coming of age."

"What?!"

Stevenson looked at Egilina in astonishment, his eyes suddenly brightening.

There were so many geniuses; he knew plenty of those who slayed dragons or titans at eighteen.

But such calmness and composure at eighteen for a young baron was quite rare.

Stevenson tapped his fingertips rhythmically on the tabletop, his brow furrowing.

Egilina didn’t speak; this was a sign of Stevenson’s concentrated thought. No one should disturb him at such times. After a long time, a hint of a smile appeared on Stevenson's lips.

Stevenson, without further ado, said in a deep voice, "Egilina, you've done well. Seeking out and investing in promising young people has always been our policy."

"I'll specially approve..."

"Baron Minhausen, Roland Glaxia!" Egilina was absolutely certain that her teacher hadn't even glanced at her report.

"Specially approve Baron Minhausen's SS-level investment and give it priority attention. You were specifically responsible for this, and I will monitor it at all times."

This time, it was Egilina who was shocked.

S-level investment still meant reasonable efforts, then SS-level investment meant "invest the damn money on him, however much it will be".

The one who enjoyed SS-level investment before was the first emperor of the Holy Essen Empire.

This investment was even more significant than turning the Stargazers into a top international organization on the continent.

Could this investment possibly recreate the glory of the past?

Seeing that the teacher didn't intend to say more, Egilina quickly bowed to bid farewell.

As she watched the fading figure before her, Egilina's heartbeat quickened, and her palms began to sweat.

She suddenly remembered her teacher's words, "The Stargazers is not a witness to history; we are creating history."

For stargazers who could do divinations, investment was like cheating in an exam.

If you met someone whose fate even divinations couldn’t see through, then what were they waiting for? Just go all-in.