However, as he slowly calmed down, Brand also discovered the flaw of using his vision to connect with his mind. This powerful ability continuously consumed his mana at a rapid rate, and it was also a huge burden on his mind.
With the mage's current level and mental state, he probably wouldn't be able to last for even half a minute. But even so, it was enough to make Brand, who had been treading on thin ice for more than ten years, very satisfied. To make an inappropriate analogy, it was like having a magic tool that was more powerful than the insight spell tied to him. This was because the practice of the insight spell was very demanding, and it could not be cast instantly.
Enduring the discomfort all over his body and the strange feeling on his forehead, Brand planned to take a shower upstairs to relieve the pressure of long-term high-workload work.
The water pressure of the magic shower head could be adjusted to a very high level. It was a completely different feeling compared to soaking in a bathtub. The mage who was trying his best to avoid getting water on his forehead had just finished washing up when a hurried magic bell rang, almost causing Brand to fall in his fluster.
Brand, whose hair was still dripping with water, opened the door with a long face and saw Loren standing at the door feeling good about himself. He resisted the urge to drag Loren in and punch him. He scolded angrily,"You didn't come early or late, but you came at an inconvenient time. You're indeed the jinx!”
The pretty boy's sharp reply made Brand lose his temper." Aiyo, is it inconvenient for you? Your good friend is here?"
Loren, who didn't treat himself as an outsider, drank the mint tea that the mage had just brewed before he took a shower and slowly stated his purpose for coming. Although the Loren family was considered wealthy, his father was the legitimate son of an old family. Although he wasn't the eldest son and couldn't inherit his grandfather's title, his grandmother's dowry title fell to Loren's father. His father and uncle had always had a good relationship. They were both developing in the military system. Their positions weren't very high, but they could be said to have a successful career. One had to know that the mayor's younger brother was only a knight, barely ranked among the nobles.
In order to welcome his father, who was about to return home to celebrate the new year, and his uncle, who had come all the way to visit him, the baron's family in Forest River Town was in a mess. Every day, he saw a group of servants rushing in and out to clean up. Loren, who could not calm down to prepare for his exams, had no choice but to brag to his father that he would get an excellent grade in the year-end assessment. After thinking about it, he could only look for his good friend Brand, who owned Andal's Magus Tower.
It seemed that he couldn't refuse. With one more person, they could still communicate. Considering their usual friendship and kindness, Brand was still very grateful to the frowning Loren. Thus, the two young people who had no restrictions officially began their short "cohabitation" life before the assessment.
As it was getting late, the two of them simply lit a fireplace in the bedroom on the second floor and chatted over tea.
Loren, who had finally seen the wound on Brand's forehead, asked in confusion,""You went to the club to drink and didn't bring money? Sigh…No, no, those people wouldn't be so ignorant as to not recognize an official mage. Could it be?"
Brand, who knew very well that a dog's mouth could not spit out ivory, hurriedly explained, and only then did he stop the adonis 'vicious and cunning mouth. However, the latter was very dissatisfied with being interrupted and continued to say," I still think that it's possible that those prostitutes didn't know what was good for them…They used their claws to give you a bonus, hahaha."
This dog! After hesitating for a while, the mage still told Loren about the mageweath, but he was still vague about the mind. He only said that he had inscribed a mageweath that had a similar effect to the air.
Even so, Loren, who was shocked, stared at Brand's face for a long time, causing the mage to feel a little scared. After a while, Loren said enviously,"" Looks like visiting brothels can bring good luck…"
Sigh, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have said anything.
Brand naturally had a bed to sleep on. Fortunately, Caterina didn't put away the recliner before she left. Loren didn't accept the mage's suggestion of sleeping on the recliner while the guest slept on the bed. He quickly pulled a blanket and pretended to be a dead dog on the recliner.
Since there were still three days left, Brand decided to spend the rest of his time making scrolls. Loren had kindly offered to sponsor magic ink and high-quality scroll paper, but one-third of the finished product would be given to him for the exam three days later. The mage gladly agreed to this transaction, which was very profitable no matter how he looked at it.
When the servants from the manor of the baron of Forest River Town brought over the ink and scrolls, Loren, who had changed from his usual frivolous behavior, simply threw them to Brand and ran up to the second floor to practice his spells. Brand, who was slightly unable to accept this shocking change, was left holding a large box of materials in a daze.
Good heavens, rich people were really generous. The box was filled with specially made scrolls that cost 30 silver coins each. There were roughly about a hundred of them. The money-grubber Brand began to consider whether he should look for a part-time job at Blue Robes. Their products were all ridiculously expensive, and one should not complain about the high price. The slogan " Blue Robes 'products must be exquisite " was resounding. In any magic shop, the things invented and manufactured by Blue Robes had almost never been displayed on the counter for more than a month.
Just in time to test the new ability that he had risked his life to obtain. Having made sufficient preparations, Brand opened his eyes and stared at the scroll on the workbench. He activated his mental perception almost without pausing. The feeling of overlapping vision and mental perception seemed to pull all the food in the room before his eyes. Knowing that time was precious, the mage quickly wrote and concentrated on burning money.
Not too much, not too little. In half an hourglass, he had barely completed a Level-1 low-level spell: The opening of the Magic Flame Scroll had greatly improved Brand's mood. His solemn expression gradually relaxed, and a confident smile appeared on his face.
Next, he could only use the primitive method to stimulate his sixth sense. He would continue after his spirit and mana had recovered a little. However, temporarily using his gaze to enter his mind would not last for too long, so he could only draw some low-level magic scrolls. Fortunately, it was just an experiment, so Brand was still excited.
The two methods alternated until the next night, when the last scroll was scrapped. The last battle with the magic antelope had cost him everything he had, and the mage who finally had some stock could not help but regret his wasteful spending of scrolls in the panic.
There were more than 20 sets of finished products in total, and they were all uneven. He had tried to use Gaze to draw a slightly higher-level spell near the end, but the failure rate was extremely high. Fortunately, he managed to make a breakthrough. If he was in good condition, he should be able to draw a level-three spell, but the failure rate was still high. The high-level spells after that were not so simple. What was the difference between a two-dimensional equation and a three-dimensional equation?
Remembering his good friend's favor, Brand simply divided the 22 completed magic scrolls into two and gave Loren the relatively high-level ones. At his current level, regardless of whether he entered the Sixth Sense under normal circumstances or through ordinary methods, he would reach the peak of level-5. Moreover, the time and energy consumed to draw level-5 magic scrolls was not worth it. Therefore, most of the finished products were Level 2 and Level 3 spells, with a small number of Level 4 spells. The Icicles were a small reward that Brand had left for him.
Loren, who was still practicing his incantation upstairs, quietly accepted the favor of the other party who had turned one-third into one-half. For a good friend with a tenacious heart and a humble background, the best way was to accept kindness. That was better than any kind of gratitude and encouragement, wasn't it?
The two of them, who had almost finished preparing for the exam, decided to go out for a walk tomorrow to adjust their mentality and relax their nervous mood. After reaching an agreement, they went to chat with the goddess of Yongye in their dreams.
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