The fleeing mage did not look like a wounded person at all, and the girl gave up on her unladylike behavior after her pursuit failed.
There was only one main road in Silversail Town, and there were a few intersecting roads on the main road. The entire structure looked like leftover fish bones. The mayor's house was located in the center of the town, which was also the highest place. He could see a quiet town with some seaside scenery. The only thing that was not harmonious was a group of residents in black in the distance.
Bick's coffin was carried around the town by four people, followed by the townspeople who had taken time to attend the funeral. They had lived together for many years, and although there might be some bumps and bruises on weekdays, life was as important as the sky. No matter what good or bad things happened during their lifetime, everything would disappear with the end of their lives.
The mage seemed to have heard Mayor George mention that Bick had just been married for less than three months. Although he was usually a little stingy, when he really needed help, he would often work without paying. Whether it was to dredge the drainage ditches or the entire road, he would be the first to stand up and respond. Thanks to Master Andal's light labor service, the people in the town lived quite well, especially in the past few years. Under George's leadership, every household had enough food and clothing, and the people in the town were as harmonious as a big family. Today, hundreds of townspeople had gathered to attend the funeral just for a young life that had passed away prematurely.
Standing behind Brand, Caterina sighed and said,""What kind of magical beast did you encounter that day…"
The mage briefly recounted what happened that day. Although she had learned a little from George, Caterina still felt a little scared. She frowned and asked,"
"In that case, there might still be demons in the back mountain?”
Brand corrected the girl out of habit."That's not a demon, it's far worse than a demon. It's just a demonized creature…But even so, I…Sigh, I can't say for sure that I can defeat it."
Bick, who had already been wrapped up and carried around the town to bid farewell to the place where he was born and raised, was surrounded by the crowd as they walked towards the cemetery outside the town. The girl was a little dazed for a moment. After a while, she said to the mage in a strange tone,
"Help them…Abu…"
Brand turned around and looked at Caterina. Although the latter had turned her face away, one could still see the glistening tears in her eyes.
"Father was carried back like this, they killed him…"
The mage wanted to pat the girl's shoulder, but it was obvious that he had to raise his hand to reach the girl's shoulder, so his outstretched hand dropped halfway and gently held the girl's delicate wrist.
"Your father was a hero. Although he is no longer alive, he has never left your heart."
Caterina took a deep breath. Her big eyes were still sparkling with tears, and she looked a little listless, which made the mage feel a little uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry, sir, I lost my composure…I'm afraid this kind of monster can't be easily destroyed, please don't take it to heart."
A few different thoughts flashed through Brand's mind. After a moment of hesitation, he said firmly,""I will, not only because of your request, but as the master of Silversail Town, I must eliminate this scourge and find out the reason as much as possible."
However, he did not say that he had to make sufficient preparations before that. Brand strode towards the mayor's house, leaving the stunned girl muttering to herself,"
"I've made things difficult for him again…"
After briefly explaining his whereabouts to George, Brand rejected Caterina's request to come back. As he was in a hurry, he rode his horse to the city.
The journey was travel-worn, and they finally returned to the prefectural city of Hubble in less than half the time it took to take a carriage. Brand returned home and took out the Dimensional Bag he had left behind, heading straight for the learning area. This caused Aunt Riley, who had already prepared a sumptuous meal, to be very dissatisfied.
Brand, who had never been to the " Andal Mage Tower " since he received his teacher's gift, saw his name added to the small door sign on the wall outside the tower. He couldn't help but sigh at how useful his teacher's name was. He had only casually mentioned it to the assistant mage who delivered the letter that day, and the logisticians had immediately carved the new owner's name on the door sign.
He raised his right hand and released a light Mana. The Mana Sensing Device on the door was exactly the same as Brand's Mana Ripples. With a click, the door opened slightly. The mage pushed it open and strode in.
The items in the Magus Tower were almost the same as the last time he came here. He reckoned that Master Andal had brought everything he needed for his trip. The rest of the Magus Tower, which was almost untouched, was left to his only personal disciple. Brand, who was sitting on a high-back chair on the first floor, looked at the dazzling bookshelves and cabinets with the mentality of a nouveau riche.
Scolding himself for being useless, Brand hurriedly ran to the third underground floor, where he had checked the Leaf Ring previously. The only thing missing in the laboratory on the third floor was the anti-magic metal box that his teacher had thrown to the Shadow Hunter.
To deal with powerful monsters, it was not enough to rely on his own magic. Although the legendary demigods could destroy a country with just fireballs as magic power became stronger, those legends that had been passed down for a long time were scoffed at by the rigorous authorities. It should be known that the higher the level of magic, the more effective it was in the use of magic power, and the effectiveness would also increase in a step-by-step manner.
However, it was unlikely that he could increase his magic power in a short period of time. If there was such a method, mages would not be worth much more than peddlers in the west of the city. Since there was no way to increase one's own Mana, relying on external forces might be a good choice. Making Magic Scrolls was a compulsory course for every Mage. The difference was that low-level Mages only needed to learn how to use them, while Intermediate Mages needed to be able to make Magic Scrolls.
There were many types of Magic Scrolls, and it was difficult to master them all in one's lifetime. Brand's specialty was the Energy Scrolls that were more suitable for combat. These scrolls were also known as " Fool's Scrolls ", and even a small 1st Rank Mage could easily use them. However, this required the user to be able to use the spell. After all, Magic Scrolls were not like throwing rotten eggs, which would take effect as long as they were hit.
Brand, who wasn't in a hurry to start making Magic Scrolls, carefully read through the books on the second floor and found the description of the demonic antelope. The book had only briefly mentioned the " average " monster. The general idea was that this monster was about the same level as a rabbit among the monsters. A slightly higher level monster would be able to deal with it like a snack. However, this kind of big guy was a relatively low-level existence. It was more afraid of pure energy spells, and the cold had a certain effect. As for the effect of fire, it was the worst.
Closing the book, Brand could not help but feel that his luck was invincible. Hellfire was not an ordinary flame, but a negative energy that existed in the form of flames, which was why it was called " Hellfire ". If he had used Fire Breath or Fireball, he would have ended up like Bick, and the two people who had gone with him, including Marcus, would have all died.
With his familiarity with ancient ink, Brand secretly smiled and took out half a bottle of " Galactic Dream " from his teacher's collection, which he had also participated in. The purple-black thick liquid contained some tiny particles that looked like silver light. Master Andal, who was quite romantic, renamed this formula, whose name could no longer be tested," Galactic Dream ". Unfortunately, there was only half a bottle. It was unknown how many scrolls it could make.
Most mages were used to using a quill with a rounded tip to make scrolls. This way, they could ensure that the scroll would be smooth and not waste precious magic ink. Master Andal had tried to improve this method. He softened a crystal and used some kind of engraving technique to create dozens of small tubes inside the crystal. Then, he polished the surface of the crystal into a somewhat round shape in the middle, about the length of a human palm, and embedded a small water bag at the top to fill it with ink.
Brand had used this pen once before. Not only did it flow smoothly when he drew the scrolls, but he also didn't have to carefully use the tip of the pen to continuously point when he needed to add more ink. He only needed to gently press the top of the shuttle crystal pen with his thumb. It had to be said that this invention was a great help. It must be known that the difficulty of writing and drawing made it very time-consuming and energy-consuming to make magic scrolls, and the failure rate was extremely high.
Unfortunately, Master Andal had only commissioned someone to polish this crystal. It was said that the other party would rather die than do such a job again. He did not expect his teacher to leave this to him. Brand did not know how to face the little old man who was like a kind father.
Alright, what should I do now? Feeling the warmth of the crystal pen, Brand fell into deep thought…
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