Chapter 101: Potion and Wine

"You really don't intend to return the Retirement Magic Stone?" Luge looked at the Old Wizard Apprentice on the recliner nearby.

"Could it be that you, Master Luge, have really learned that Zero-Circle Spell?" the old man said this with his mouth, yet he didn't even glance this way; his attitude and bearing already fully explained what was in his heart.

Luge looked at his appearance, but another doubt arose in his heart.

"Then you didn't come here to sunbathe, did you?" Luge said.

The old man deliberately pondered for a moment, as if making some important decision.

"I heard about your matter at the Gladiatorial Arena. If you truly are a Wild Wizard, then you must be a genius, so I decided to come take a look," the old man said with a serious face, "You're a lucky little guy. As long as you give me another thousand Magic Stones, I can stay and guide you for Three Days, giving you a greater chance to learn that spell."

Luge observed this old drunkard, finding him increasingly unreliable, even feeling that this spell might not have originated from him. Even if he supposedly spent a lifetime researching it, to forcibly claim this old fellow had any connection to that spell, perhaps only the stingy aspect was quite fitting.

"I like to slowly challenge difficult spells alone; that is a kind of enjoyment. If I can never solve it, that's even better." Luge said with a laugh, stuffing another fruit into his mouth.

He had just thought it over and decided not to reveal that he had already mastered the Stingy Technique.

Perhaps this was also a kind of stinginess.

The old man widened his eyes; that look wasn't like surprise, but more like some indignation.

Seeing this, Luge smiled, took out that tattered booklet, and placed it on the small round table holding fruit between the two of them.

"If you ache for your heart's blood crystallization, you can take it away. I've already memorized all the content inside, and there's a copied backup as well." Luge said.

After watching him put the thing on the table, the old drunkard let out a short, sharp burp, as if his entire momentum had leaked out with that burp.

"Let it stay with you then! Taking it back wouldn't be of any use either," the old man said with a laugh, "You brat, truly a stingy fellow. Perhaps one day you'll really succeed. Of course, there's also one method that definitely can succeed."

Luge looked at the old man, recalling his previous words.

"You mean the Spirit Heart Potion?" Luge said.

The old drunkard had previously said he knew about his matter at the Gladiatorial Arena, and now appeared here. Could it be he knew he had won a bottle of Spirit Heart Potion, thought he had an additional chance of success, so wanted to come here and tutor him?

The more he thought, the more it seemed so. Luge inexplicably sighed in his heart — just how much did this old fellow want his spell to be passed down?

"Hehe, those ignorant Wild Wizards don't know what the Spirit Heart Potion is, but I know," the old drunkard said with slight pride, "I'm a Wild Wizard with knowledge. But what I'm talking about isn't the Spirit Heart Potion. You must not rush to use the Spirit Heart Potion; you must wait until the spell is almost mastered. This potion isn't a cure-all; it depends on talent. A fool who uses it is still a fool. The better the talent, the better the effect."

"Then what is the method you speak of?" Luge was truly curious this time.

"Hehe, as long as you can become an Official Wizard, a true Wizard, don't forget it then. At that time, going back to learn this Zero-Circle Spell will naturally be much simpler. Although it's very special, with extremely high difficulty among Zero-Circle Spells, it's still no match for an Official Wizard." The old drunkard said.

"I understand what you say, but your tone — how is it as if after thousands of hardships becoming a One-ring Wizard, it's just to turn back and learn your Zero-Circle Spell?" Luge said, unable to hold back a laugh.

The old drunkard's face was already flushed red; who knew if he was smoked drunk by his own burp, or momentarily anxious.

But in the end, he held it in for a long time and didn't say anything more.

Luge reached out and put away that tattered booklet on the table again. Seeing this, the old man's complexion gradually improved.

"I haven't yet asked for your name." Luge said.

The old man smiled faintly: "Name? Name isn't important. Just an old Wizard Apprentice who loves to drink. Probably can still drink for a few more years. I've already prepared to welcome my death in Fanxing City."

The old man shook his head. The previous moment he still had the look of impending end; after speaking, he actually took out a wine flask and drank.

"If this spell is passed down, a creator's name must be left behind." Luge said.

"If you want to leave one, leave yours! I feel you'll be more famous than me later," the old man enjoyably gulped down a large mouthful of wine, refreshed to a beaming smile, "I was born in Fanxing City, went out for a round, came back and there wasn't a single acquaintance left. This spell counts as the last trace I leave in this World. Hope you can learn it."

The old man swayed to his feet, took out an exquisite silver small wine flask, looking much smaller and more delicate than the one in his hand. He lightly placed it on the table.

"This is Fairy King's wine. Consider it Magic Stones returned to you in advance. By the time you master this spell, I estimate I'll no longer be in this World, so returning it in advance. This wine is quite good, also has a bit of effect similar to Spirit Heart Potion. You decide how to use it."

The old man put down the thing, took out the large wine flask again, drank two mouthfuls before putting it away, then shook his head and swayed away.

Luge wanted to say he had already learned it, but in the end didn't say it.

This wine-loving Old Wizard Apprentice seemed to already believe he could learn this spell in the future, and that was enough. Leaving a thought, a comfort in the heart of this person facing his end — Luge felt he seemed to have done nothing, yet did a good deed. This feeling was very wondrous. He merely did a little of what he thought was right, what should be done.

The old man walked for a long time before the wine qi around the recliner dissipated.

Luge held that so-called Fairy King's wine, hesitating for a moment. It's said fairies, those little things, their kings are countless; one can pop out of any nook and cranny, each with some strange abilities. Some Wizards have fairies help tend to experimental plants. And right now, he wanted to drink a small sip to taste, but felt it a bit wasteful. The exquisite small flask was sealed very well.

He struggled a while, then simply put it away directly.

Although the wine-loving old man's trip didn't succeed in the plan to teach for Magic Stones, he truly helped a bit. Also solving doubts alike — for instance, pointing out the previous Visitor's identity — this made Luge very satisfied; otherwise he really wouldn't have had a clue.

Maid Daisy walked over gracefully, placing a silver-white invitation card before him. On it was a fairly simple emblem of a sword and flowers crossed.

Luge leisurely ate a fruit, then picked up the invitation. It was actually from that Edgar's Fendis Family. The invitation invited him to attend some boring wine party the day after tomorrow.

(Chapter End)