Early in the morning, with the help of the servants, they finally managed to transport several boxes of Heligus holly leaves to Andal's Magus Tower.
After finally settling the pouting Mia, Brand, who was still holding the lunch box made by the chef, was sleeping on his comfortable bed. He really wanted to rest for a few more days. However, after the battle with the Demonic Antelope, Brand, who had been somewhat satisfied with his identity as an Intermediate Magician, realized how correct his teacher's words were. It seemed that he had not done enough. He had been forced to create Magic Scrolls using his Mind Sense.
Half an hourglass later, Loren arrived at the Mage Tower's entrance. Brand, who had opened the door with a Magic Hand, was interrupted before he could even speak.
"Old man, you're quite bold. There isn't even a magic guard at the door. Do you think you're an Advanced Mage? He could open the door from the inside with just his Ghost Power. Loren's mouth had always been either vicious or glib, but it was obviously only the former when it came to males. His glib tongue was especially targeted at beautiful girls, and perhaps even female tyrannosauruses who were good-looking.
"Other than a pretty boy like you, there's no one else in the learning area who's doing evil, right?" Brand retorted.! Besides, I inherited the Magus Tower from my teacher. Do you think it's as bad as you say?"
Loren, who was looking around, shouted as if he had found some treasure,""Bastard! Why am I not so lucky? Master Andal left his magical domain to you.”
Brand, who had won a few rounds, threw the money bag on the table to Loren, almost hitting Little White's nose. Loren, who caught the bag with 50 gold coins in a flurry, cursed,"You bastard, are you trying to buy my life with 50 gold?”
Brand answered without realizing it," After I smash you to death, this 50 gold will be mine…" Brand had just converted the 100-gold magic note into gold coins in the morning. He was not used to owing people anything, be it money or favors.
He casually stuffed the money pouch into the inner pocket of his robe. From the outside, it looked like there was a small bump on the chest of his robe. Brand pointed at the pretty boy and laughed loudly, angering him to the point that he was half-dead.
The two of them chatted for a while, and learned from Loren that not only did Sharon's father not blame the two young mages, he even praised the two brothers. It was said that the acting Mayor, Sir Ryan, was even considering whether to promote the two fellows who had survived the disaster ahead of time. After all, promotion in the military system required real merit, and even the children of noble families could not dream of reaching the top in a single step.
Brandt finally let go of his guilty feelings and brought Loren to the third underground floor to demonstrate the creation of magic scrolls. However, there was no Ancient Ink to use this time. Loren, who was drooling at the crystal pen, said enviously to Brand,"
"I remember that in your information, your father was born a commoner, and your mother was a peasant woman. Both of them passed away due to the plague before you reached adulthood…Could it be that your father is Master Andal's…?”
Out of habit, Loren glanced left and right, then made a sneaky gesture behind him. Did he mean 'illegitimate child'?
Brand, who had almost dropped his crystal pen, replied angrily,"Teacher has green eyes, and I have black eyes…Do you think it's possible based on bloodline?”
Loren, who had a serious expression on his face, nodded and said,"" Right, right, right! How could I forget about this? It seems like you're really a country bumpkin!"
Seemingly unaware of the other party's verbal trap, Brand casually received the message."Yeah, yeah ~ I'm a real country bumpkin." As soon as he said that, he realized that he had been played.
"If you disturb me again, I'll throw you out!”，The country bumpkin mage cast a spell that was comparable to a Forbidden Spell, causing Loren to instantly shut his mouth. It was even more effective than Silence.
Although it was a little difficult to seal off his five senses with his eyes open, there was no such requirement for meditation. Thus, Brand, who had taken advantage of the preparation state of meditation, successfully opened his eyes and sealed off his five senses. As soon as he opened his mind, he felt as if he had abandoned his body and was floating in the air.
After making two Electric Shock Scrolls in a row, the number of failures was almost three times the number of successes. However, this time, the magic scroll that was drawn with ordinary magic ink was far less uniform in terms of mana fluctuation than the scroll made with ancient ink. The more uniform the mana fluctuation, the more stable the magic contained in the scroll. Although the failure rate of the scroll was not too high, if it happened to make a mistake at the critical moment, it would be too late to regret.
Brandt secretly noted down this subtle difference and wondered if he should think of a way to get some ancient ink to be extravagant. Unfortunately, the main ingredients for the small bottle of Galaxy Dream were provided by his teacher. He wondered how much it would cost to buy it outside.
Loren was so shocked by Brand's one-to-three success rate that he couldn't even speak." Bastard... Scum... Bigfoot... Twin-headed Snake, tell me, why is there such a high success rate?”
Brand shook the crystal pen in his hand, and the resentment in Loren's eyes gave the country bumpkin mage goosebumps.
" Hero…" Loren grabbed Brand, who was shorter than him by half a head, and said," Lend me some. Come on, come on. I want to try."
Unable to stand this wanton street prostitute, Brand carefully handed the crystal pen to Loren and explained in detail what this unique and unique pen was made of.
After patiently listening to Brand's nagging, Loren tried to draw two Second-level spells: Although the Fire Breath spell had destroyed more than ten pieces of parchment, Loren was still very happy because it was already very good for him to be able to achieve a ratio of one to ten. Moreover, he had failed several times because he was not familiar with the use of the crystal pen. If that was the case, he would probably be able to achieve a ratio of one to ten, or even within one to ten.
Reluctantly, Loren handed the crystal pen back to Brand and asked,""Do you think it's possible to replicate one?”
Brand, who could not bear to strike a blow to the other party, could only comfort him."If we can find someone to polish the main body of the crystal pen with an engraving process, it's still possible."
In the end, under Loren's insistence, Brand spent some time to draw a copy of the crystal engraving and gave it to Loren. Loren, who was always smiling, solemnly thanked Brand.
Brand laughed and said,"Forget it. Let's have our fair share. Don't say such things. If you were a beauty, you'd just give yourself to her."
Loren pursed his lips when he heard that. He made a hand gesture like those women on the streets in the west of the city and said in a tone," Sir, if you don't mind, we can do it…" Brand's soul was scattered as he hurriedly pushed Loren away.
Loren, who had almost been kicked out of the Magus Tower, turned his head and said to Brand, who had his eyes closed and couldn't bear to see his wretched appearance,""Bastard, I have legs…Oh right! Don't forget that you have to register for the year-end assessment in a few days. I'll come and find you later."
" Got it. Farewell, farewell…" Brand quickly closed the door and wiped his sweat. He sat on the chair and enjoyed the family lunch box made by Aunt Riley.
Wiping his oily mouth, Brand counted the time with his fingers and decided to stay in the Magus Tower until the assessment began. There were too many things to do. He continued to explore and practice with his mind, the preparation of the ancient ink, the Galaxy Dream, the preparation of the year-end assessment, and the tidying up of the mage tower. Speaking of which, other than making scrolls, he had not fully organized the books, materials, and magic tools of the Magus Tower since he took over. He was really incompetent.
When will you be done?" This was the last thought of the sorrowful mage before he fell asleep in the bedroom on the second floor.
(Legendary Hand: Sorry, there was a serious wording error in the previous updated chapter 20. It has been thrown into the trash bin.)
(PS: Why is the push so weak?) Wouldn't the readers be willing to vote or introduce it to their friends? If you have any comments or suggestions, please point them out in the book review section, thank you...)
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