The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 741 Unforeseen Insights

The Tower of Silence presented an immense structure, featuring three colossal main towers that pierced the heavens, complemented by numerous smaller structures encircling them.

These primary towers were known as the Star Tower, the Sun Tower, and the Moon Tower.

Their specific placements were deliberate: the Star Tower was positioned directly under a prominent constellation at night, while the Moon Tower aligned with the luminous moon.

Conversely, the Sun Tower was situated directly beneath the sun during daylight hours.

Each tower also held a distinct function. For instance, the Moon Tower served as a vault, safeguarding valuable artifacts, potent magical techniques, and other coveted items.

As the most prized of the three, the Moon Tower was perpetually under the vigilant watch of formidable mages.

"It certainly is tranquil. Have the students commenced their lessons?"

Nolan surveyed the serene surroundings with unconcealed curiosity. The usually lively courtyard appeared deserted, with only himself and Sylvia present.

Sylvia offered a subtle nod. "Indeed. Everyone is occupied with their studies."

Nolan directed a playful glance at her. "Then what brings you here? Aren't you meant to be studying as well?"

Maintaining her composure, Sylvia responded, "My academic year is already complete. In essence, I am excused from attending classes for the next year; my focus is solely on cultivating my magical prowess."

Nolan's smile faltered. He gazed at the composed, elegant girl with profound admiration.

'She is truly a prodigy,' he mused internally.

Successfully concluding a full year's curriculum was an absolutely remarkable feat. Very few, if any, individuals had ever accomplished such a thing.

Yet, this young woman had achieved it. Nolan now fully grasped why she would eventually ascend to the ranks of a Beyond the World mage—her innate talent dwarfed that of everyone he had encountered, surpassing even Jisha and Sharon.

Although the future Sylvia had attained that level with his assistance, her exceptional talent remained an indispensable factor.

"Excellent work," Nolan declared, reaching out to gently tousle the girl's hair. "You are truly remarkable."

Sylvia became momentarily still at his unexpected touch. Her usually placid features flushed a vibrant crimson.

She lowered her head, making no effort to pull away from his hand resting on her hair.

During the preceding days, Nolan had occasionally initiated such contact—stroking her head, gently pinching her cheek, and caressing her face.

She lowered her head and made no move to remove his hand from her head.

During the preceding days, Nolan had occasionally initiated such contact—stroking her head, gently pinching her cheek, and caressing her face.

Initially, Sylvia had felt a degree of discomfort with these gestures. However, inexplicably, as time passed, she found herself growing accustomed to them, even beginning to cherish them.

They resumed their stroll, eventually reaching the bustling cafeteria. The area was remarkably expansive, comparable in size to an imperial hall.

Numerous vendors lined the space, and students could be observed patiently waiting in queues to procure their midday meals.

Nolan guided Sylvia towards a food stall he frequented.

"Ah, you've returned, handsome Nolan," a woman in her thirties, possessing striking beauty, greeted him warmly. "What will it be today?"

"Good afternoon, Madam," Nolan responded respectfully. "Do you have any daily specials?"

The woman offered a smile and shook her head. "No specials today, but I've prepared a unique sauce that I'm certain you'll find delightful."

Her gaze remained fixed upon Nolan's serene yet gentle countenance.

Four days prior, Nolan had first patronized her establishment.

To be candid, she had been utterly smitten from the outset. Nolan's sheer handsomeness was so captivating that merely looking at him caused her heart to flutter.

While she had since become accustomed to his attractive appearance, for reasons unknown, her heart still skipped a beat whenever her eyes met his.

"Wonderful! Kindly prepare one portion of grilled chicken for immediate consumption, and later, please pack some smoked ham along with a bottle of water. That order is for an elder gentleman," Nolan requested in a soft tone.

Nolan operated under a fabricated persona—that of a direct disciple under the aegis of the esteemed Great Sage Orrun.

This identity held official standing. Nolan had even been duly issued a student identification badge by the relevant registration department.

Despite the artificiality of his status, it granted Nolan the liberty to navigate the confines of the Tower of Silence unimpeded.

"Certainly! Just a moment, please."

The attractive proprietress turned to attend to his order.

Nolan then addressed Sylvia. "Are you not feeling hungry?"

Sylvia demurely shook her head. "I am quite satisfied."

She gently patted her stomach. However, the very next instant, a tell-tale gurgling sound emanated from within.

Krrk!

Sylvia: "…"

"Pfft!" Nolan let out a soft chuckle, extending a hand to pat her head once more. "If you are feeling peckish, simply say the word. I shall treat you."

He proceeded to order a meal for the young girl. Once their selections were prepared, Nolan led them to an unoccupied table and commenced his own meal.

Sylvia ate with evident gusto, her face alight with sheer happiness.

A smile inevitably graced Nolan's lips. He discreetly retrieved his recording device, capturing the utterly endearing scene.

'Once I return to my own time, I shall leverage this recording to subtly influence Sylvia,' he mused, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

That woman had once assisted the Ancient Kingdom of Eron in suppressing him and Seira. While Nolan bore no ill will, he still felt a debt was owed.

With this recording, he was certain a way existed to humiliate her until she dared not interfere with him again.

During their meal, Nolan abruptly introduced an unusual topic.

"Sylvia, are you familiar with the concept of teleportation magic?"

Sylvia, mid-chew, paused. She swallowed and gave a slight nod.

"I am."

"Oh? Could you elaborate?" Nolan inquired, blinking with curiosity.

"Teleportation magic involves splitting space and instantly relocating an entity to another location," Sylvia explained concisely. "The crucial element in this magic is the object itself. Without sufficient mana to shield it, the object risks being crushed by the spatial forces."

Nolan's eyes widened. "The object?"

He pondered this simple word with great intensity. The next moment, his eyes flared, and his breathing quickened.

"The object… Yes, that's it!"

Bang!

Nolan struck the table with both hands. The sudden, loud noise startled Sylvia and the nearby students.

"Brother Nolan, you…" Sylvia started to chide him, but Nolan suddenly moved and pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you… Thank you, Sylvia!"

His embrace was so constricting that Sylvia struggled to breathe. She quickly patted his back, signaling for him to release her.

Nolan immediately recognized his misstep and loosened his hold.

Sylvia exhaled deeply and fixed Nolan with a glare.

"Brother Nolan, are you attempting to suffocate me?" she protested, clearly displeased.

Nolan rubbed his nose and offered a sheepish grin.

"My apologies, that wasn't my intention," he stated, his expression laced with guilt. He gently ruffled Sylvia's hair, looking at her kindly.

"Thank you. Your explanation earlier has provided me with a vital new perspective on what must be done."

He had been so engrossed in the intricate specifics that he had overlooked the most fundamental aspect of teleportation magic—the object.

Without a designated object, there was no method to ascertain if the teleportation spell had been successful.

This same principle applied to the Two-World Teleportation Magic that he and Orrun were developing.

Since they weren't utilizing an object, they lacked any means to confirm the magic's efficacy.

Sylvia felt a touch of embarrassment upon hearing his words. She had merely spoken her mind.

Who could have predicted it would bring Nolan such joy?

Yet, simultaneously, she too felt a sense of happiness. At long last, she could be of service to someone—especially Nolan, this peculiar individual who had managed to intrigue and puzzle her over the past few days.