There must be a reason for its existence-Z.C.
"Alana Aaron…Carusa Aaron…"
Ancient elven language?
Not only was Brand a little dazed, even Master Andal was stunned.
The little old man stared at the Shadow Hunter warily and gestured for Brand to hide behind him. Brand, who pretended not to notice his teacher's gaze, did not retreat. Instead, he took a step forward and stood in front of the little old man, his right hand in his robe ready to move at any moment.
The other party didn't make any strange movements. He just finished the awkward incantation that didn't look like a spell or a password. Then, he took a deep breath and looked at the master and disciple calmly.
" We mean no harm." The Shadow Hunter broke the silence and even stretched out his hands to show that he did not have any weapons.
The other party seemed to be considering how to phrase it, and the master and disciple did not know how to speak.
" We, please return the sisters."
Brand immediately understood and continued,"The soul in the Muye ring is your sister?”
"Return our sisters, the elves will remember our kindness."
"I think this is a misunderstanding. My disciple is only an Intermediate Magician. I'm afraid he's not strong enough to harm your sister."
"We know, we are…"
Brand was a little furious. If he hadn't considered that he wouldn't be able to deal with the other party in two or three moves, he would have already used Electric Shock to make the other party dance. Since the other party knew that it wasn't him, he almost took his life last night. Could it be that the lives of the elves were lives, and his life as an Intermediate Mage wasn't?
The other party was obviously in the wrong, but his strange voice was not convincing.
"That is very important. Please forgive us for misjudging your strength."
This explanation almost made Brand, who was already going crazy, explode completely. Do you think you're a dragon?! This sentence was asking for a beating.
The little old man stopped our victim and said calmly,"Then, will you just apologize?”
The Shadow Hunter hesitated. After a moment of hesitation, he took out a book that was shimmering with silver light from his cloak. He tore off the last page and handed it to Brand.
After seeing his teacher nod, the latter took the book with relief. The silver light on the book was actually the reflection of the secret magic line. The book was about two fingers thick and looked no different from an ordinary magic book. However, Brand could only recognize the word " book " on the cover.
"We don't have any gold. Is this…okay?”
Seeing that the other party was so easy to talk to, Master Ander nodded in relief and glanced at his disciple.
Brand didn't know what it was, but how could it be ordinary if it could be decorated with secret magic threads? Thus, he nodded reluctantly, forgiving the other party for last night's actions.
" Please return it to us…"
Andal waved his hand and interrupted him. He took out the wooden leaf ring from the anti-magic metal container he had brought up from the third floor and handed it to him.
The Shadow Hunter's voice was a little whimper."Alana Aaron…Carusa Aaron…"
Brand could not help but ask,"What is the meaning of this? It sounds like ancient elvish."
Obviously, Master Andal wanted to know as well, but his gaze fell on the small box made of anti-magic metal.
The little old man, who was good at dealing with people, generously threw the box to the other party and added," The magic-repelling metal can only suppress mana fluctuations to a certain extent. If it exceeds this limit, it's useless.
The other party put the wooden leaf ring into the box and said solemnly,"In our ancient language, it means-come back, come back."
Brand didn't quite understand why his teacher would return it to him so easily, but there must be a reason for his teacher to do so, so he didn't meddle.
The Shadow Hunter calmed his agitated emotions and actually knelt down to bow to the old mage.
" My suffering sister, thank you on her behalf."
The master saw that the other party had the intention to leave, and opened the door of the magic tower again. With a flash, the Shadow Hunter who was still in front of him had already disappeared.
At the same time, an object shot out from the door, scaring Brand out of his wits. Fortunately, he had been in a state of preparation to cast a spell, and a Hand of Magic welcomed it.
The Hand of Magic that was guided by pure energy quickly disintegrated when it touched its target, and the item fell to the ground. The sharp-eyed old man said to Brand,
"This is a piece of Misri metal. Perhaps the other party left it behind because he didn't think there was anything to thank him for."
Brand, who was still in shock, didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he said to his teacher,"
"Are you saying that I almost became the only mage in history to be smashed to death by Mithril metal?!”
When people showed off their wealth, they would usually say,"Kill you with gold coins." Mages who specialized in their own fields would say,"Smash you to death with Misri metal." Look at how generous he was!
Master Andal told Brand that when the other party gave Brand the decorative book of secret magic threads, he sensed several people nearby. Moreover, such powerful soul power was beyond the scope of Master Andal's knowledge. Although he had a strong desire to learn, the slightest mistake in soul power would bring about an irreversible disaster. In the end, he simply returned the wooden leaf ring to the other party, which was also a practical move. The Misri metal piece that the other party returned the favor with was also quite valuable. In short, it seemed that both master and disciple had gained something from this matter.
Master Andal patiently comforted his disciples who were in low spirits. It should be known that Intermediate Mages were only academic Mages and did not specialize in anything, so it did not matter whether they had combat power or not. Many Advanced Mages and even Advanced Mages were not good at fighting. The legendary Floating City and Dimensional Space were created by some sages who specialized in the use of magical abilities.
After listening to his teacher's advice, Brand's unfairness for the day was almost completely eliminated, and the goal of constantly improving and pursuing higher goals was firmly engraved in the heart of the Intermediate Mage.
The two of them stayed in Andal's mage tower until evening. After reading a large amount of elven language and elven magic information, Master Andal confirmed that the book decorated with arcane magic threads was called the Book of Psi.
It wasn't precious, but it wasn't common either. After ten thousand years of bloody battles, the elves had almost zero contact with the Alliance, much less any friendly relations. Thus, even though the Book of Psionic Ability was only a necessary academic material for the elves 'Intermediate Mages, it was not something Brand could obtain.
As for the content of the main text, Master Andal had intended for Brand to translate it himself. After all, this disciple's specialty included the study of ancient languages, so it could be considered an additional research topic.
Brand, who was still somewhat unsatisfied, had a casual dinner with his teacher before returning to his residence. Caterina, who had kindly prepared a sumptuous meal, forced Brand to eat his second dinner with a murderous look. Her stomach was almost bulging. The only normal person was Mia. After eating the dinner for two people, she was still eating dessert while looking at Brand, who was lying on the chair and humming.
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