章節 288: Elven Refuge

After two minutes of silence, the Emperor settled on mobilising manpower to hasten the process. "How long would it take if you had the help of another arcanist?" He asked, his piercing blue eyes locked on Selene's. Yet, he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction at the Academy of Transformation's dean. After Mara's public humiliation, he detained the stupid Zane, who dared to qualify this weakling as a transformation genius.

"I doubt he'll be as strong as me. So probably two hundred and forty years, give or take," replied Selene, his lips curling into a wry smile. That's how extensive the difference between him and other arcanists was. After all, he had almost unlimited mana under the sun and with Anorvalë in hand, not to mention his exquisite control, already in the early stage of the seventh tier. That was his secret to use spells without casting.