Crash!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Crack! Crack!
Everyone was digging for ice gall in the snow.
But the one digging the most aggressively wasn't the residents, even though they had the greatest numbers, it was Mr. White.
In his hand he held a bug-catching net with a long handle. No one knew what material it was made from, but it was extremely magical.
Not only was it unaffected by the snow and ice, it could also scoop ice gall into the net with great precision.
And every time he caught one, Mr. White would pour it into a net bag beside him that looked like a fishing sack.
The ice gall inside immediately behaved themselves. Their icy spikes stopped stretching and shrinking. They simply waited quietly to be eaten or for death to arrive.
In the blink of an eye, Mr. White had already filled a whole net bag, at least close to a hundred of them.
Meanwhile, on Ethan's side, the residents didn't have good tools. They could only use the most traditional methods.
Knives, sticks, or shovels.
After finding an ice gall in the snow, they had to first knock off the long spikes with tools before they could grab it.
The efficiency was extremely low.
Even a whole group of people catching them together couldn't match the efficiency of Mr. White alone.
Ethan felt extremely frustrated watching this.
"What, jealous?"
The genie Sylas chimed in from the side with a teasing grin, "You can beg me. One simple spell from me and I could scoop up every ice gall on the ground for you."
"That way you wouldn't have to give Mr. White forty percent of the profits."
"I could make a wish," Ethan raised an eyebrow.
"What?", The genie Sylas looked confused, "What did you just say? I couldn't hear anything. Say it again!"
"I wish…"
"My ears suddenly stopped working," The genie Sylas deliberately interrupted him, "Speak slowly. I can't hear clearly!"
While speaking, the genie Sylas even deliberately stepped backward.
Ethan rolled his eyes at it.
'Heh! Still so young, and already pretending to have selective deafness?'
'No wait, he isn't young either. He is already over a hundred years old.'
Alright, he could forgive it.
But... Even though the genie Sylas refused to help unconditionally, its words had still given Ethan an idea.
Sometimes human labor simply couldn't compete with magic.
Since there were two incredibly powerful Grand Magi here, why should he tire himself out doing the work?
Ethan walked toward Nostradamus.
"Master."
Ethan adjusted his expression, hiding the sly grin on his face and replacing it with a troubled look, "There's something I don't know if I should say."
"If you think you shouldn't say it, then don't say it!"
Nostradamus rejected him decisively.
"Well… Cough! Cough! Cough…"
Ethan was instantly choked by Nostradamus's response.
'Why isn't this going according to the script I thought?'
Nostradamus was supposed to say something like, "There's nothing you can't say. I'm your master, tell me whatever it is," right?
Did Nostradamus grab the wrong script?
"Sigh, forget it then," Ethan shrugged helplessly, then turned toward the genie Sylas and raised his hand, "Number one Archmage in the world!"
However, Ethan didn't shout very loudly, so the genie Sylas hadn't heard him yet.
"What?", Nostradamus froze for a moment.
It grabbed Ethan by the back of his collar and said, "Wait. What did you just call Sylas? Say it clearly!"
"But you told me not to say anything, Master."
Ethan kept a serious expression on his face, but inside he was laughing. Got you now.
"You were going to talk about Sylas, that old guy?", Nostradamus raised its stone eyebrow, causing bits of dust to fall, "Next time if it's about that old fellow, just say it directly. Don't beat around the bush! I'd like to hear what nonsense he's been spreading about me!"
"Archmage Sylas didn't say much…", Ethan said hesitantly, "Just that he's the strongest mage in the world."
"Him? I spit on that!", Nostradamus exploded with anger.
"Exactly. I didn't believe it either," Ethan continued, "I said my master is clearly the strongest! After all, you're the one who developed the Nine-Star Formation!"
"As for him… I still haven't seen anything impressive about him."
"I even asked him to produce a few dragon balls, but he couldn't do it. What use is that?"
"And he's already deaf at such a young age. Sigh! I won't say more."
"After all, it's not good to talk about someone behind their back. Next time I'll say it to his face instead."
"Dragon balls? Deaf?", Nostradamus looked confused.
But that didn't stop Ethan from continuing his performance.
"Master, you know, I didn't even want to keep talking to him. But Sylas insisted that in the world of magic, if he claimed second place, no one would dare claim first."
"Of course I said I didn't believe that. After all, my master isn't some nobody. And everyone saw how powerful your Nostradamus Formation was earlier."
"But Archmage Sylas just sneered and said, 'That kind of trick is nothing.'"
"He even said, 'See all the ice gall on the ground? With just a small spell I could scoop them all up.'"
"And he said that with magic at that level, no one but him could do it!"
"He's talking nonsense!"
Nostradamus roared in fury, "A trivial little spell and he's already so proud of himself? That shameless old bastard. I'm going to find him!"
"Ah! Master, wait—"
Ethan quickly reached out, pretending to stop Nostradamus from going to confront Sylas.
But it was too late.
Nostradamus had already teleported away in a flash.
The next second, it appeared right beside Sylas.
Then… Ethan saw the two of them immediately start arguing.
Not long afterward, he heard them shout, "Come on then! Let's compete if you dare!"
"Who's afraid of who!", Nostradamus roared, "It's just catching some ice gall. Who do you think you're looking down on? Damn it, you think I'm scared of you?"
After saying that, the two Grand Magi immediately lifted off into the air.
Sylas's body was mist to begin with, so it simply floated up and drifted through the courtyard of the villa.
Wherever it passed, the ice gall reacted like nails meeting a magnet.
One after another they shot out of the snow and flew straight into Sylas's mist body.
Sylas had directly turned itself into a giant sack.
A sack made of mist.
The ice gall could only enter, never leave.
In the blink of an eye, Sylas had turned into a huge bag full of ice gall.
Mr. White and all the residents were completely dumbfounded watching this.
Because this speed of catching ice gall wasn't even catching anymore.
It was practically the ice gall throwing themselves in for free.
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