Chapter 903: Chapter 48 Self Chapter 903: Chapter 48 Self All is left unsaid.

Indeed, this was Lotson’s attitude.

If Link hadn’t insisted on knowing something, Lotson wouldn’t even bother saying these roundabout words.

Being able to say this much was truly because he “valued” the relatively close relationship with Link and didn’t want to cause a rift.

Although Link felt that Lotson hadn’t gotten to the point and seemed somewhat evasive, he could still discern something from those roundabout words.

Since he could decipher it, why keep pressing Lotson to say it himself?

Of course, it was because every person has a different way of thinking, stance, and will; guesses or speculations, even so-called tacit understanding, are all too easy to misunderstand.

Link stared intently at Lotson for a while, making sure Lotson wouldn’t say anything more, and withdrew his uneasy gaze.

This allowed Lotson to breathe a sigh of relief.

Being watched by this once-adopted older brother with such a strange gaze, although it wouldn’t create any psychological pressure, was indeed quite uncomfortable.

At this point, Link asked, “What do you plan to do next? Continue searching for that beam of light?”

After pouring another drink of potent alcohol, savoring it with contentment, Lotson leisurely responded, “No need to search for that beam of light anymore. It will appear naturally when it’s time. The key now is, what do you plan to do next? Continue to keep yourself hidden away?”

Taking a deep breath, Link slowly closed his eyes.

The events of the past few years flashed through his mind; the loss numbers of the Ravensmouth College Advance Team hovered before his eyes, while the over forty percent casualties of the Four Sects Legions stabbed at his heart, further punctured by the heavy injuries of Cody, the unconsciousness of Palo, and Serene’s disfigurement.

Memories thought dead suddenly began their assault anew.

The powerlessness faced against Lucia’s Family in his weaker past, the powerlessness against the schemes of Lady Lisandra…

It couldn’t go on like this.

Link opened his eyes, calmly met Lotson’s gaze, shook his head slowly, and spoke indifferently, “I plan to be myself again.”

“Hmm…”

Lotson hummed thoughtfully, took a clean glass, poured a drink for Link, pushed it across, and then raised his glass, “To your rebirth?”

Link picked up the glass, clinked it with Lotson, and said sincerely, “To my rebirth!”

As the words fell, Link raised his glass and gulped down the fiery alcohol in one go.

Lotson did the same.

Afterward, the two of them did not continue their conversation, sitting in silence, lost in thought.

Both had encountered much that day and needed to think things over.

The Starship, in its intelligent navigation mode, continued towards the destination Lotson had set.

Before long, with the curvature engine continuously engaged for travel, the Starship neared its destination.

Warship wreckage, flames, witchcraft-induced destruction, shattered planets, the Meteoroid Belt…

The clear traces of a high-intensity war were revealed.

Link couldn’t bear to witness it to the end.

But he turned his head, peering through the porthole, watched everything outside with great seriousness, and etched it firmly into his memory.

Under the organization of Frist Diomand, the cleanup of the battleground was nearing its end.

The surviving members of the Ravensmouth College Advance Team had, during this period, reorganize and rebuild a complete security system.

After following procedure and gaining permission, the Starship entered the Vanguard’s area, filled with the remnants of blood and fire, witchcraft residue, and the clash of rules.

Upon disembarking from the Starship, Lotson and Link parted ways.

One went to find Frist Diomand, not knowing what to say.

The other went to find the remnants of the Four Sects Legions and Jasmine.

Soon after, Link reached the Four Sects Legions, now in a state of rest and reorganization, and found Jasmine busy at work.

“You’re back? I was just about to visit Sister Serene, shall we go together?”

With a casual greeting, Jasmine kept moving, executing her planned tasks, and did not let Link’s arrival disturb her rhythm.

“Let’s go together.”

Link replied, changed his path, and went with Jasmine to see Sage Selene.

As one of the leaders of the Four Sects Legions, Sage Selene naturally had her separate living and office area.

And for some reason, she had directly turned this area into a Potion development and refining center, full of a working atmosphere but without much living ambiance.

When Link and Jasmine arrived, Sage Selene was fully absorbed in researching the Potion to treat both Sage Palo and Sage Cody, even neglecting to attend to her own facial injuries.

“Sister Selene.”

Pressing the laboratory doorbell to signal her, Jasmine called out softly.

“Hmm, take a seat, I’ll be busy here for a bit longer,” responded Sage Selene absently without turning her head, and immersed herself in her Potion research again.

Jasmine actually found a place to sit.

Link, however, began to read some of the documents that Sage Selene hadn’t put away.

Interestingly, Potion Study, which once occupied a large part of Link’s effort, had been out of his life for quite some time now.

The reason for revisiting it was somewhat difficult to evaluate.

The documents were divided into three different parts.

One concerned Sage Cody’s condition, another was about Sage Palo, and a third was an analysis and treatment plan concerning both of their conditions.

After quickly going through the three sections, Link focused on the Potion Sage Selene was currently refining, his frown deepening as he looked.

This Potion was intended for the still unconscious Palo, theoretically very apt.