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2024-10-29 19:42:56"What do I gotta do?" Raymond asked.
“I need some magic stuff. Here's the list, can you help me get it?” Caster handed Raymond the list.
After making the Therion Potions, Caster stayed inside, unhappy with his Tornado Whips' performance. He questioned if he had cast them correctly.
Thinking about Sifa Spellbound's long apprenticeship and lack of talent, Caster realized he wasn't naturally skilled. Despite using better mana control to become a Mage, his body's flaws persisted.
These flaws would cause problems in future advancements, making it harder for Caster to become a better mage. If he didn't fix them soon, they'd only get worse.
Luckily, Caster had two options: change mana flow with meditation or use a potion to strengthen his body. The potion was faster but needed expensive materials.
But there was no hurry. Caster figured he had time before becoming a Great Mage to learn more about this world.
Raymond was eager to help again, with no time to relax during his ten-day break. He rushed out, leaving the old butler looking lonely and sighing about his son growing up and not wanting to spend time with him anymore.
“Indeed, he isn’t very respectful. You should talk to him when he gets back…” Caster remarked casually as he got ready to go to the Sorcery Guild.
The Sorcery Guild was close by, just a couple of streets away from the Gilded Rose. Caster stood beneath the towering Sage Tower, observing the runes carved on its exterior while waiting for the guard to check his pass. The runes suggested that the tower was built during turbulent times, likely for large-scale battles.
“Welcome to the Sage Tower,” the guard said respectfully upon seeing the golden magic symbol on Caster's crystal card. This symbol indicated the highest privileges, allowing the bearer to access any book in the Sage Tower’s library. In all of Rebillion City, only seven people had this privilege.
“Thanks,” Caster replied with a smile, taking back his pass before entering the ancient magic hall.
If the Sage Tower was the city's magic palace, then its library was a treasure trove. It housed the richest collection of books in the kingdom’s eastern region. Mages thirsted for knowledge, willing to travel far and wide to enter the library.
Naturally, Caster held the highest pass, so he didn’t feel the same excitement. He made his way up the ornate staircase, occasionally passing other mages hurrying past. Soon, he reached the library on the 18th floor of the Sage Tower.
The library was serene, filled with black-gowned figures sitting at desks. They rarely spoke, and when they did, it was in hushed tones, barely audible to Caster standing at the entrance.
‘A perfect place to read…’ Caster thought to himself as he found an empty desk against the wall. However, before he could search for a book, a young mage slammed three books onto the desk with a loud thud, causing Caster to frown.
“What, Spellbound, forgot me already?” the young mage exclaimed, his expression unpleasant. Caster frowned, recognizing that this wasn't Raymond. If Raymond had seen Caster frown, he would have stopped talking. Caster had only frowned once since their encounter at the Gilded Rose, and now twice.
But this young mage seemed oblivious to Caster's mood. He continued, “We met last month. How could you forget me so quickly? I'm Mason, the one who beat you up at last month’s Chambers of Commerce Union gathering!”
“Mason?” Caster pondered, recalling the name from his memories. Indeed, he had made quite an impression…
At that time, there was a knock on the door of the top-floor reception room at the Sage Tower.
In the room sat three people: an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man. The old man wore a gray robe and coughed occasionally, looking frail. The middle-aged man, sitting across from him, seemed more lively, with neatly groomed hair and a finely tailored outfit. The young man, on the side, was under 30 and wore a black robe with silver lines on the cuffs, signifying he was a Great Mage at a young age.
Despite their age differences, both the middle-aged man and the young Great Mage showed great respect towards the old man.
This old man was Sikoa, the leader of the Rebillion City Sorcery Guild and one of the Sage Tower's top figures.
In Rebillion City, Sikoa and the other two top figures were well-respected. They had been striving to become High Mages for many years and were incredibly powerful.
Their presence alone ensured the Sorcery Guild's dominance in Rebillion City. No one dared to challenge them, knowing the power of three High Mages. In the past, they had defeated a dangerous bandit group called Black Wing.
“Come in,” Sikoa said when he heard a knock on the door, interrupting their conversation. He apologized to his two guests for the interruption.
A young mage entered the room and whispered something to Sikoa.
“Okay, understood,” Sikoa replied, turning back to the guests. “I apologize, there's an issue in the library.”
‘The library?’ Koiji, one of the guests, was surprised. ‘Isn’t Mason there?’ He knew his son's behavior well. Mason often caused trouble, even though he had recently become a Mage with the help of his older brother.
Koiji decided he needed to discipline Mason when he returned. He couldn't understand why his two sons, Mason and Ryan, were so different.
With a heavy heart, Koiji finally asked, “Leader Sikoa, has Mason...”
"Don’t worry, it was just a small problem,” Sikoa said, waving his hand and keeping his smile. “Mason fought with a young mage in the library, but Solon sorted it out.”
“I’m really sorry…” Koiji apologized again and felt better. Sikoa's tone meant Mason hadn't upset any important mage of the Sage Tower. Saying sorry and showing respect to the Sage Tower should be enough.
As for the young mage, he should be careful. The Koiji family isn’t one to mess with.
Now, the important thing was the Sage Tower’s attitude, which seemed okay. Koiji had proposed the cooperation plan, so he had influence. At this time, Sikoa would likely overlook Mason’s actions.
Sure enough, Sikoa quickly accepted Koiji's apologies and didn’t dwell on Mason’s mistake. The talk became more friendly, like chatting with old friends.
Sikoa even shared some of his stories as a High Mage, fascinating both Koiji and Ryan.
After saying goodbye to the father and son, Sikoa came back to the reception room. Solon, who was waiting, asked carefully, “Should I calm Mason?”
Solon thought since Sikoa had talked happily with them, the cooperation between the Sage Tower and the Twin Moons Chamber of Commerce would go well. Mason, who got kicked out of the library, might need to be comforted, being Koiji’s son. Making trouble could ruin the partnership.
But Sikoa surprised Solon with his sharp response. “What do you mean, calm him down? Get him out!”
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