The most difficult thing to defeat is not the enemy, but oneself. -Z.C.
A good night's sleep.
The morning sunlight danced from the window to the bed like a jumping elf. The man in a daze seemed to be in a solemn mood.
The events of the past two days had made Brand, who had been secretly happy, realize that his path as a mage wasn't as smooth as he had imagined. When he went home last night to look through the information in his study, he saw that his original master had left behind two cabinets of notes. Brand's hope was completely shattered. It seemed that there was no such thing as easy success in this world.
"Alright then! I will be a great mage, but before that, I need to work harder."
The footsteps outside the door pulled the mage back. Caterina was standing at the door with a sweet smile, looking so graceful.
"Nana, I'm not used to this…"
The mage with the nasty mouth immediately ruined the good atmosphere. The little beauty at the door resisted the thought of smashing the milk bottle on the mage's head and said with a cold face,
"Mister lazy bum, get up quickly!"
Knowing that he was in the wrong, Brand quickly got up from the bed and placed the plate on the bed.
"Sir, we need to talk about our family's financial situation…"
Brand almost choked on his bread when he heard that. He took a big gulp of fresh milk and finally flushed the food down his throat.
" Yesterday, the manager of the manor sent over the funds for this year's harvest. It's a total of 162 Gold. Adding on the 200 Gold that we earned previously, it's not a problem to expand the basement. The total budget is less than 40 Gold…"
"Oh…Nana, you can make the decision, as long as it's not…"
" Not what?!"
"No…you heard wrong. I mean, as long as you agree!”
"Don't think I don't know that you're hiding it!”
Sweat streaked across Brand's forehead as he reluctantly quibbled,"
"Um…I went to buy some things. Oh right, didn't I buy Miya too…"
Caterina had already seen through the mage's little trick, but her tone softened.
I'm not criticizing Sir. This house is all yours, but since you've given me the responsibility of managing the house, I have to take care of this house well."
He quickly put on an " I understand, I agree " expression and pinched the frog bag under his pillow. Caterina pretended not to notice the man's little trick. Instead, she took out ten gold coins from her purse and gave them to Brand.
"Abu, don't waste money, our family is counting on you."
The rare gentleness of Caterina made Brand sigh with emotion. A young girl who was supposed to be in the prime of her youth took charge of the household chores in a large mansion, managing more than ten servants and a manor in the countryside. It only took her a year to tidy up the disheveled Brand into a decent person. The originally gloomy and scattered mansion also improved, and the manor even handed over a surplus of 80 gold coins after the autumn harvest. It was rare to see the girl smile. Her heart was filled with trivial matters. She had paid more than her youth for this family.
"Nana, I…"
"If there's nothing else, I'll go down first..."
Slightly disappointed, Brand swept through the remaining breakfast and went to the study to begin his daily homework after washing up and dressing up.
The Book of Psionic Power in his hand shone with a silver light. The superb arcane magic thread decoration technique made the cover look very three-dimensional. It actually felt a little flowing when he touched it. Brand, who had read many ancient secret records and the personal notes of secret masters, had never seen such an exquisite book. He was momentarily lost in thought.
He took out two reference books from the bookcase-Ancient Elven Language Test and Blood War Poem: Elvish Version. These were the only two books that could assist in translating the ancient elvish language. The entire book was filled with annotations and supplements from the editors. Unfortunately, many of these books had been lost in the thousands of years of bloody battles, let alone professional translation materials.
After a morning of careful reading and deliberation, he had only translated a few dozen words on the first page-let go, will see, use physical and mental words, third eye, guide him, self-cultivation is necessary...
Looking back at the spell book published by the Hand of Truth, Brand tried to piece together these fragmented words by replacing and guessing. He came to a conclusion that he was not satisfied with. The first page said:
- " This is the temple of the soul. Open your heart and mind, use your hand gestures and spirit as a guide, and open your third eye with a secret technique. The mysteries of psionic power are all in this book."
This... why did it sound like a hymn from the church? Only the language of the elves would sound like a poem. But what exactly did it mean? Brand couldn't grasp the main point at all. Although psionics were a special spell-type class, they were still considered one of the orthodox mages. Although neither the humans nor the Alliance had heard of psionics, according to the relevant information, this class was very similar to other spell-type classes. At least, it looked similar. What did these strange words that sounded like prayers mean? Brand had no appetite for lunch at all. He fell into deep thought on the wide armchair.
" Secret technique…Third eye…"
After an unknown period of time, the mage who had woken up from the silence stood up and moved his stiff limbs. His mouth was still muttering a translation that seemed to be a spell. Pushing open the window, the courtyard was already filled with the afterglow of the setting sun. The wind gently danced the treetops, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, reflecting the brilliance of the setting sun. The gentle wind blew past the window, fluttering the mage's long hair. The hair that fluttered in front of his forehead guided the mage's thoughts.
"The third eye…the third eye…I understand!!!”
Excited, Brand picked up the Book of Psi on the table and aimed the pattern of the arcane magic thread on the cover at his forehead. He closed his eyes to sense it.
Suddenly, a powerful silver light burst out from the secret magic. Unfortunately, the mage had already closed his eyes and adjusted his mind to be abnormally calm, so he did not notice anything unusual. It was an ancient aura, filled with the joy of life and the silence of death. Brand felt as if his entire body was floating, a strange yet familiar feeling!
Meditation? Just as Brand was about to put his plan into action, the intense spiritual perception disappeared like a tide, as if it had never happened.
When his excitement slowly calmed down, Brand recalled what had just happened and recorded the entire process in his Mage's journal. By the time he was done with his work, it was already late at night.
The cook had been waiting for her master to come out of the study, while Caterina had taken Mia to rest early. After finishing his late dinner, the mage felt unusually exhausted and returned to his bedroom with the Book of Psi.
Outside the window was the bright moonlight.
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