Blood Elf Monarch Chapter 27
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Tristan firmly rejected the man's invitation, he did not even hesitate for a second. There was no way he would let his sister go with a stranger that he just met, especially so when he still did not know too much about this foreign world. The risk was too much for him to bear, hence, the refusal.
The two men seemed to be disappointed with his answer but, unexpectedly, they didn't do anything else. When he asked about it, it appeared that they were not allowed to force others by the rules of their ruler, which made Tristan think this kingdom might not be as chaotic as he thought.
When the two of them walked out of the room, Layla wanted to leave the place right away. However, Tristan actually still wasn't quite done yet with the Magus Guild. There were still so many things that he needed to know.
Now that he knew Layla was able to learn magic and she was apparently quite gifted with it. It was logical for him to ask more about the matter directly from the Guild. He then walked over to the reception desk, where the female attendant from earlier was.
Tristan then asked her about what the Guild could do for his sister. He also wanted to know more about the thing that they just received, the potion.
As it was a basic knowledge that was free to spread around, the female attendant was kind enough to explain it to Tristan.
One of the main services the guild can provide was magic spells, and the potion would help each beginner magician to learn spells.
Before anyone could ever try to cast a spell, they had to have a minimum amount of spirit force within their body. The spirit force was the 'fuel' that allowed the manifestation of countless extraordinary feats that spells could accomplish.
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The potion that was given to those who passed the test was called [Spirit Awakening Potion]. Just like its name implied, the potion would help those who never had contact with spirit force a chance to awaken it.
The attendant taught Layla how to operate the magic symbol embedded on her hand. Layla did as instructed, and she was quickly able to check her current status. The symbol on her hand was glowing, followed by a series of information.
[Layla]
[Battle Power : 7]
[Spirit Force : 17]
[Spirit Aptitude A]
Next, she was asked to drink the sparkling potion. Tristan thought about the matter and recalled there were a few other people who also received the same potion. Hence, he finally allowed her to drink it, despite his reluctance.
Right as the last drop of liquid went into her mouth, Layla instantly felt extremely comfortable, as if she had just received an exceptional full-body massage. Moreover, she felt her entire body was brimming with a large amount of refreshing energy.
[Your spirit force has increased]
[Your spirit force has increased]
[Your battle power has increased]
Layla was extremely excited when she saw the barrage of notifications in her head and proceeded to tell Tristan all of them. When it all seemed to die down and she didn't receive any more notification, Layla rechecked her status.
[Layla]
[Battle Power : 9]
[Spirit Force : 30]
[Spirit Aptitude A]
[Congratulations! You are now a Rank 3 Magician]
Layla was ecstatic about the news, even though she did not really understand what that meant. But every congratulation one receives should mean something good, right?
Meanwhile, the female attendant was as excited as her hearing Layla was awakening. The reason was because there were rarely any A aptitude magicians who came from Erantell Town.
Commonly, those who have A aptitude would be treated like a prodigy in this small town located at the outskirt border of the kingdom. Moreover, Layla had just jumped two ranks from just drinking the common potion, which actually was quite amazing.
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At this moment, Tristan suddenly asked, "What about the S aptitude? How rare is that?"
The female attendant immediately got out of her excited state, stunned by Tristan's unexpected question. A moment later, she finally answered, "Sorry sir..? I never heard of an S aptitude talent before."
"..."
Things only became more and more tricky for Tristan. He once again noticed Layla tried to hide her chuckle when the female attendant answered his question. As a result, Layla received a glare from her dear brother.
Coughing lightly, Layla quickly schooled her expression to normal and said with a matter-of-fact tone, "Just stop it, brother.. From now on, I will be the brain, and you will be the muscle. I am the beauty and you are the beast. How does that sound? They match perfectly with us, don't you think?"
Tristan deliberately acted as if he hadn't heard anything and proceeded to ask the female attendant about the next topic. The spells.
The female attendant took the two of them to the back, then into a room that looked like a library from the outside. Entering the room, Tristan noticed there were some guards stationed inside, protecting the room. Scrutinizing them, he felt he could easily overpower them through physical strength alone but, of course, Tristan could not possibly wreak havoc without a reason.
Inside, there were half a dozen wooden cabinets placed in rows. Tristan could see all of them were filled with some kind of parchments. Looking at them, he guessed that the parchments were probably made of animal skin.
The attendant led the siblings through the rows of cabinets until they reached the far end of one. Turning around, she said, "Alright, here is our collection of Rank 1 to 3 Light element spells."
Upon hearing that, Tristan cast his gaze to the said cabinet, only to find it almost empty. There were only 5 parchments that could be seen on it.
Noticing the confused look on Tristan's face, the female attendant said, "I am sorry, sir. You see.. This branch of Magus Guild did not have that many Light element magicians. Hence, the lack of our collection. Maybe you will find more in the other town, or even better, in the capital city."
Tristan sighed inwardly while flashing a smile to the attendant, "That's alright. Thank you for your hard work. Please show us the spells."
The female attendant proceeded to take all of the parchments, and spread them out at a table inside the room.
[Memorize page - Rank 1]
Able to perfectly memorize one page of information.
[Torch - Rank 1]
Temporary creates an item into a light object
[Healing Ray - Rank 2]
Creates a ray of light that heals minor wounds.
[Inner Thought - Rank 2]
An ability to deliver a message or thought to another person.
[Mage Armor - Rank 3]
Creates an armor made of light as protection from attacks.
Although the spell's choices seem limited, the two siblings still looked extremely excited. Then they realized the spells came with a hefty price tag.
[Price of Spells]
Rank 1 Light spell : 10 silver coin
Rank 2 Light spell : 30 silver coin
Rank 3 Light spell : 1 gold coin
Layla looked at Tristan, her gaze was hoping they had enough money to spend.
"Nope. We are broke."
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