"Of course. The probability of my perception being wrong isn't high," Ezreal nodded confidently.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Lyon again and said in a very serious tone, "And, I also have a way to revive your master, Ur."
Lyon was truly shocked. He stared blankly at the golden-haired young man in front of him, momentarily speechless.
"You… what did you say?"
Lyon paused for two seconds, his face about to show joy, but he quickly regained his composure. He shook his head, "Impossible. Ur has been dead for eight years."
Ezreal shrugged, "I have no reason to lie to you."
"Absolute Zero turns the caster into ice, but it doesn't necessarily mean they die."
"As long as their vitality, soul, and magic power haven't been completely exhausted, the caster can still be saved."
"Furthermore, the consumption of Absolute Zero proceeds in the order of magic power, vitality, and then soul."
"I've already sensed it. Ur is indeed a powerful Mage. After more than eight years, she has only just barely exhausted her magic power. Her vitality has started to deplete, but it's only a few years' worth of lifespan, nothing serious."
"I have a way to revive Ur. However, the resurrected Ur might just be an ordinary person without magic power. It would be very difficult for her to recover her strength. Also, the complete loss of magic power might affect her lifespan after resurrection, making her a bit short-lived."
Ezreal's tone was calm and serious, carrying an undeniable confidence.
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark corner of the cave, the wall twisted strangely, but quickly returned to normal.
Ezreal glanced at it silently, a smile flashing in his eyes, pretending not to notice.
But Lyon and the other three didn't notice at all.
They were completely stunned by what Ezreal had just said.
Ur, who had been dead for eight years, seemed like she could be revived at any moment according to Ezreal.
Losing strength or anything like that was a minor issue, not worth mentioning compared to being resurrected.
Lyon looked at Ezreal in disbelief and asked with a trembling voice, "Reviving Ur, is that true? Is it really possible… Who exactly are you?"
Ezreal smiled gently, "Let me reintroduce myself. Fairy Tail, newly promoted S-Class Mage, Ezreal."
Ezreal lit up the white Fairy Tail emblem on the back of his right hand, "Bearing the name of Fairy Tail, I would not lie."
The Pink-haired Girl stared at Ezreal's face, examining it carefully for a while, then her expression suddenly dawned on her. She reached out and tugged at Lyon's clothes, pointing at Ezreal with a hint of surprise.
"Lord Zero Emperor, he is Ezreal, the Punishment Knight whose investiture was announced by the Magic Council a while ago. He's that Fairy Tail Mage who single-handedly wiped out the Skull Gang."
"The Magic Weekly published this story a while ago, it was even on the front page for a whole week!"
The Dog-eared man, who had been silent, also slapped his head, looked at Ezreal, then at the Pink-haired Girl, and said with sudden realization, "Woof! Isn't that the blond guy you've been rambling about for ages…"
"Die!"
Before the Dog-eared man could finish speaking, he was kicked away by the Pink-haired Girl.
After kicking him away, the Pink-haired Girl seemed to realize she had lost her composure. She immediately adjusted her black knee-high boots, cleared her throat, and, blushing but pretending as if nothing had happened, stood back beside Lyon.
The Dog-eared man coughed as he climbed out of a pile of rubble, complaining, "Seriously, you stared at the newspaper for days, how could you not recognize him in person!"
The Pink-haired Girl turned and glared at him, making his dog ears droop before she looked away.
Her face was even redder. She thought to herself, the photo taken by the Magic Council was a side profile of Ezreal riding a giant black wolf flying in the air, clearly a candid shot from the angle.
If his side profile was already that handsome, who would have thought his actual full face was much more handsome than his side profile!
So handsome, who could react immediately!
She was just looking at his face!
Ezreal watched the playful banter of the people opposite him, his expression completely softening.
The matter of being published in the newspaper, which the Pink-haired Girl mentioned, was from a while ago.
After Ezreal dealt with the Skull Gang, the Magic Council asked him if he wanted to publicize the matter in the newspaper.
Ezreal was very much in favor of it, after all, it would help him and his Guild gain fame, so there was no reason to disagree.
Doing good deeds in secret was too boring; if fame came, it came, what was there to be afraid of?
Youthful spirit should not rise with the wind only to cease with it.
As for personal information being exposed, Ezreal was completely indifferent. Anyway, it was only his name and personal image that would be revealed.
The Magic Council wouldn't be foolish enough to expose his abilities; he had nothing to fear.
Could a person be scared to death by food? Dark Guilds were just consumables on the path forward.
When the main storyline began, he would encounter Dark Guilds anyway. Whether he fought them sooner or later, he would have to fight them. It was better to establish a good reputation beforehand, so when the fighting actually started, no one could say anything if he acted ruthlessly.
If he killed them all, people would even praise him for his hatred of evil!
The magical world had a purely exterminationist attitude towards Dark Guilds, so Mages in legitimate Guilds who dared to participate in striking down Dark Guilds were not at all afraid of their image and information being exposed.
After all, Mages who dared to strike down Dark Guilds generally weren't afraid of retaliation. If one person wasn't enough, there was an entire Guild, and the entire magical world.
Those truly afraid of retaliation wouldn't dare to provoke Dark Guilds.
Ezreal's photo was originally supposed to be properly taken before being published, but the photographer at Chairman Kate's branch at the time had terribly poor skills, and also wanted him to strike some silly smiling or rather dull poses.
He felt a bit awkward, struck two poses, felt a bit ashamed, and gave up, calling out his Shadow Worgen and riding off.
So only a side profile was captured.
Ezreal walked a few steps in front of Lyon, looking genuinely at the white-haired young man who appeared somewhat anxious.
Lyon was, without a doubt, a strong person.
His current anxiety was not due to fear of Ezreal's recently displayed power.
Rather, he was afraid that everything Ezreal said was false.
Afraid that everything before him was an illusion.
Afraid that Ur's resurrection was nothing more than a fleeting dream.
That when he woke up, everything before his eyes would disappear.
This was a guy who inherited Ur's will, just like his master, outwardly cold but inwardly warm.
"You need to think carefully. Reviving Ur means dispelling Absolute Zero. Although Deliora only has one breath left, with just you all, even if you're tied together, your chances of winning aren't great. It's very possible all four of you will die."
"As long as the icy erosion of its vitality is gone, with the demon's recovery ability, it might return to its peak state in perhaps one or two years."
Lyon's eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking, his expression constantly changing. The three people behind him were also the same.
"I am willing to help you revive Ur, and I can also help you defeat Deliora."
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