6kv Chapter 242 : Thank You for Your Cooperation
Chapter 242 : Thank You for Your Cooperation
Shanie's voice was loud and firm, drowning out the discussing crowd and drawing everyone's attention to her."Mom, you should also believe that with dad's character, he would never do such things! Lily is right—this whole thing is them framing us, forcibly imprisoning dad just to pressure us into giving up our family's land!"
Shanie's words were merciless, giving no face to the others.
Village Chief Miller's expression couldn't help but become awkward:
"Child, the matter clearly hasn't been decided yet—how can you make such wild speculations about the baron?"
"So isn't Lily trying to verify the truth for us?"
Shanie countered. "Why won't you seek the truth, Grandpa Miller, but only think about compromising with the baron?"
Miller was questioned by Shanie until his face turned red and white, forcefully tapping his walking stick and reproaching her:
"Sigh, child, the truth doesn't matter at all! What matters is that when they run away, you'll be the ones in trouble!"
Shanie seriously shook her head, answering earnestly word by word:
"I think it's very important, Grandpa Miller. I want the truth—I want to clear dad's name! I won't let down Lily's intentions, and Lily won't betray my trust. So please stop talking about whether they'll run away or not!"
"Sigh, no matter how much I advise, you just won't listen?" Miller sighed heavily and turned to look at Judy. "Judy, what do you think would be better?"
Judy wiped her eyes, dried the tears at the corners, then reached out to gently touch Shanie's head.
"Shanie has grown up and has more and more of her own ideas. Mom doesn't have much insight—when facing such situations, I panic too much and instead hold you back. I'm sorry… You trust your friend, and mom trusts you. Let's handle this matter according to your ideas—mom will listen to you."
Getting Judy's approval, Shanie finally sighed in relief:
"Lily said she wants to authenticate this sword, so let's prepare the materials needed according to her requirements and show everyone the authentication results!"
From the beginning, Celitia had been silently listening to their argument.
Only now did she show a faint smile: "Then let's start preparing."
Seeing they had reached consensus, Miller showed disappointment and couldn't help shaking his head:
"Young people just won't listen to advice. Fine, I'd better hurry to find the baron before things get completely out of hand."
Miller left with his walking stick, trembling.
The remaining villagers had differing opinions—some followed Miller while others stayed. The gathered crowd suddenly decreased by more than half.
"Are you done discussing? So many people left—I see you're scared, right?"
Taking in the situation there, Olar became even more certain.
He crossed his arms, mocking impatiently: "Admit defeat now and apologize to the baron and me for your rudeness—there's still time!"
"Of course we're continuing," Celitia smiled back. "As an authenticator, I can't just watch fake goods pose as genuine ones in front of me."
"What authenticator? Do you have that ability?" Olar completely disbelieved. "You went to that academy for a few months—learned no real skills but certainly improved at bragging!"
No wonder Olar didn't believe it.
Because authentication magic was notoriously difficult to learn.
After just a few months, Celitia dared claim to be an authenticator?
She must just want to use some dazzling spell formations to fool people, then use seemingly profound explanations to deceive the onlookers!
When the time came, he'd expose her and really show off!
Thinking this, Olar relaxed.
"Fine, if you want to brag, I won't stop you. Whatever materials you need, go ahead and prepare them. This young master will wait right here to watch your performance!"
Not expecting Olar to be so cooperative, Celitia couldn't help but laugh:
"Then I must thank you for your cooperation, Olar."
Shanie and Benita split up to prepare the materials Celitia needed.
Though authentication magic formations were complex and profound, the required materials weren't precious—just ordinary materials containing magical power.
Shanie's family was well-off and had always invested in their daughter's magical education, so they had quite a stockpile of materials.
High-grade materials were hard to obtain, so she'd have to work on the precision of the spell formation.
On the spread parchment, Celitia picked up a pen, dipped it in plant solution, and began drawing runes bit by bit.
Since she was authenticating whether it was a relic treasure, the focus naturally had to be on age.
Dense runes gradually took shape under Celitia's hand, and the complex, regular magical formation bit by bit filled the entire parchment.
Olar stood beside her watching, his vision blurring and mouth gradually opening wide enough to fit an egg.
With his superficial magical theory knowledge, Olar couldn't understand the formation Celitia was constructing at all.
At most, he could barely make out that a few runes might be related to time.
Regarding Celitia's education, neither Aloque nor Charles had paid much attention.
Olar could confirm that before going to the academy, aside from literacy, arithmetic, and noble etiquette, Celitia had learned virtually nothing else.
Could Celitia really have made such progress in those few months at the academy?
Olar could hardly believe it.
In his heart, jealousy suddenly burned like fire.
The academy admission spot should have been his originally!
He shouldn't have let Celitia take it!
The knowledge learned, friends made, upper-class nobles courted—all should have been his!!
Olar's fists gradually clenched tighter, nearly overwhelmed by jealousy and regret.
At this moment, Celitia finally completed the formation construction.
Placing a magic crystal stone, she activated the magical formation. The runes glowed with a dim light, flashing rhythmically.
Wiping the fine sweat from her forehead, Celitia nodded with satisfaction and asked the watching villagers:
"Would anyone be willing to provide an item to test this authentication formation?"
"Me, me, me! Let me!"
An enthusiastic villager pushed through the crowd and rushed to Celitia's front.
He handed the grape wine he was carrying to Celitia:
"This is grape wine brewed by my family. Please test it for me—how old is this bottle exactly?"
"No problem."
Celitia smiled as she took the grape wine, placing the bottle in the center of the formation.
The array operated, runes flashed, light enveloped the grape wine, forming complex characters that flowed overhead.