Turning his palm over, the book Ares gave him appeared in the blink of an eye.
Ten other books that had been screened floated simultaneously, then the first page of Poseidon's relic opened.
The concentrated Devine Power began to scan each page with perfect precision.
On the other hand, a second-generation computer appeared on the table and automatically transcribed the translation via notepad.
All of this painstaking work is multitasked and automated. Although everything went quite smoothly, Yves realized that each word had two or three meanings, which confused him.
"That damn Ares must be laughing right now. Is this book really a book that contains certain secrets?" Despite his regrets, Yves continued with the translation.
While Yves was focused, on the other hand, Sindella was up and dressed.
Dressed in a classic tight-fitting outfit with a cloak on her back, Sindella looks even more gorgeous and glamorous.
Coming up behind her little husband, Sindella curiously looked at what the little guy was doing.
With a tired expression, Yves closed the book. Thanks to the good lighting in the library, Yves' stamina recovered faster thanks to the sunlight coming in.
"Hmm? Honey, why are you here? Also, your makeup makes you look even more beautiful."
Hearing her lover's praise, Sindella chuckled, "Hehe, you're very good at sweet talking."
"Today is the gathering day; of course, I should dress more formally."
"By the way, where did you get this ancient Greek book?" Sindella took the book and flipped through it curiously.
"It was Sir Patrick who gave it to me at the party yesterday; the man is not as simple as he seems," Yves replied.
"Hehe, he's indeed not that simple; he's the God of War in disguise, after all," Sindella said playfully.
"Huh? Honey, do you know this already?!" Yves almost bit his tongue by accident. Exactly how many secrets did his wife have?
"Of course, I know; it's just that very few people know his true identity. Don't be fooled by him; the God of Olympus cannot be trusted." Sindella said while expressing her displeasure.
As a descendant of the sea god Poseidon, Sindella knew many things that ordinary people did not.
Sindella, who was currently in a good mood, leaned her body on her little lover's arm. Gently, she began to flip through the book pages with her skillful fingers.
"This book is indeed a relic of Poseidon, but the contents are about sea control, more like an autobiography that he wrote casually," Sindella said while reading the book.
Snapping her fingers, a pen suddenly appeared out of thin air, then it automatically wrote on the blank paper.
Before long, the book was successfully translated. Sindella handed the book to Yves, smiling, "You can read it if you wish, but no magic is mentioned."
"Come here; we'll be leaving soon."
Yves expressed his disappointment, "I knew it; that old man must have known about this! What a loss, what a loss!"
Blinking her eyes innocently, Sindella said, "It seems that Ares has a daughter named Katharina; that little girl is quite capable; if you can, try to get her. Although her character is rough, she can help you."
Hearing this, Yves was surprised, "Um, why did you ask me to pick up another woman?"
"Hehe, it's because I can't stand you anymore, you little bastard! Seriously, I won't mind if you recruit some capable women to help you, but don't look for jealous women; I don't want to see family fights."
"Well, Yves, you need to remember, as long as you are strong, you can have whatever you want."
Whether Sindella is sincere with her words or not, only God knows.
After warming up a bit for an hour, Yves and Sindella, who had dressed up, teleported to the foothills of the Himalayas.
Searching for a quiet place, taking out the broomstick while applying invisibility magic, the two flew simultaneously toward the top of the mountain.
Her cloak and blonde hair blowing in the wind made Sindella even more enchanting. This witch was so unbelievably seductive! Yves, watching from behind, could only swallow his saliva.
The two flew to the top of the mountain without fear of the cold. Sindella had coated her clothes with warming magic, while Yves was physically unaffected by the cold.
Along the way, they encountered many other sorcerers on their way to the top. Why were they all flying and not teleporting directly to Kamar-Taj? Simply put, it was forbidden, except for Kamar-Taj disciples, of course.
Some fly using nothing, some using a carpet, and some even use a magical carriage!
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