Chapter 111: Apprentice and Aspiration

Luge ate chewy biscuits in the yard, watching Daisy and the others bustle about; although they were leaving the manor, he also had no intention of letting his stomach suffer, so he did not stop them, and the things they brought included tableware and cookware, even various ingredients.

Perhaps he was truly hungry; five thick biscuits in total, and he had already eaten three in a row; he glanced at the basket and decided to leave the last two for Dasha and Aijin to taste.

Suddenly, he heard that little guy's voice again.

He stood and looked over; sure enough, that rather bold little guy was laboriously carrying the basket, delivering it to the lady next door.

This also showed that person had indeed been moving just now, only not as troublesome as him.

But it seemed this gift-giving was not going smoothly; the little guy's good intentions were not accepted; the lady opened the door, said a few simple words, then shut the house door tightly, not even leaving the little guy time to bow and greet. But this little guy displayed persistence beyond boldness, still bowing and greeting persistently at the door, only then leaving with the basket in both hands.

Luge watched it all with a smile; it was precisely this feeling that all kinds of people exist that made things interesting.

Just as he was grinning foolishly, that door opened a crack again, and that neighbor who could not be called beautiful was looking his way.

He smiled and waved; the woman nodded once, counting as a response, and shut the door tight again.

"Truly a weirdo." Luge touched his own dog face, commenting on the neighbor.

Soon all items were sorted; Daisy stayed, the other three boarded the beast cart and returned to the manor after greeting him; as for the cook originally planned, her work was also handed over to Daisy to do, this was her own request; she saw that Luge did not want to bring too many people, and expressed that Luge could trust her cooking skills.

"Lord Luge, shall we have lunch now?" Daisy looked at him, clearly wanting to show off her cooking skills.

But Luge now had no appetite.

"You can go pick a room you like, then go rest well for a while, or make something you like to eat, enjoy the afternoon time." Luge said.

Daisy was slightly disappointed, but still turned away cheerfully to pick a room.

Luge returned to the recliner again, continuing to flip through the Writing Technique spellbook. This was already the last spell in his possession that he had not yet mastered.

He counted; he now knew thirteen spells in total, respectively: Foul Skin, Secret Technique Mark, Spiritual Boiling, Bull Strength, Depilation, Fireball Technique, Magic Skin Technique, Freezing Ray, Ear Planting Technique, Light Body Technique, Demon Body, Light Spell, and the last mastered, Stingy Technique.

Counting the Writing Technique he was currently researching, that made fourteen spells; some were frequently used, some rarely used, or only useful on specific occasions; fourteen different spells seemed not few, but were still far from comprehensive, and he would still encounter helpless situations.

Just as he was woolgathering, then immersing himself in learning Writing Technique, a very obvious spell wave interrupted his focus.

He strode to the door and looked toward the new neighbor's house.

The spell wave came precisely from her house; Luge had basically confirmed she was also a wizard apprentice.

Besides people who had operated in the Outer City District for years and had some accumulation, ordinary people simply could not afford to live here; a young person living here alone, most likely would be an extraordinary, and moreover possibly a spellcaster who liked quiet.

Why would there be such an obvious spell wave?

It didn't feel like normal spell casting; it should be doing something he had never seen before, he thought.

He suddenly felt fired up inside, wanting to go take a look, broaden his horizons.

Just afraid the other party was not someone who liked to share, or was doing something related to themselves that could not be easily let others know.

He began pacing in the yard, feeling the spell waves coming from next door from time to time, his heart itching like a cat scratching.

Boom!

Following a muffled sound, the tightly closed windows next door began emitting wisps of green smoke.

Luge knew; perhaps his chance had come.

He dashed to the neighboring yard in a single bound, suppressing his excitement and first knocking on the door cautiously and politely, but actually already prepared to force his way in if there was no response.

Waited a good while; the door slowly opened a crack.

Revealing an ordinary face, not beautiful but not ugly either.

"Do you need help?" Luge said.

During the wait, he had already put on the face cover, to avoid scaring the other party the instant the door opened.

He was so considerate of the other party, although earlier in the yard at first glance, the other party should have already seen his different appearance.

The woman stared straight at him, for a good while also not speaking.

"You are a wizard apprentice?" she said.

Not beautiful, but her voice was pleasant to hear.

Luge nodded.

"A wizard apprentice who likes to help others and likes to communicate with people." he said.

The woman's eyeballs turned, counting as having sized up Luge.

"Sorry to disturb you, I apologize; I will be more careful."

The woman said this and shut the door again.

Luge pursed his lips, could only return to his own yard bored.

The little guy in the distance saw him, seemed to be greeting him, smiling at him.

Luge returned to the recliner again.

Took out the notes obtained when he got the Writing Technique before, and began flipping through them; due to the spell learning arrangement's delay, he had not yet read these notes. At the time he got the spellbook and notes, he was still very curious why a senior wizard apprentice would spend time researching this kind of spell.

Writing Technique, zero-circle spell.

With the incantation chanted, the pen before one comes alive, commonly used as a small spell to assist in experiments and coursework.

Luge skimmed a passage describing Writing Technique, then came a strange experience.

This apprentice was fortunate to witness a wizard's full battle process, and moreover not an ordinary one-ring wizard; according to his and surrounding people's chat inferences, the other party was at least a three-ring or above wizard. It was precisely that battle-watching experience that made him begin devoting himself to researching Writing Technique; and he knew, Writing Technique was merely the tip of the iceberg he would face.

It was a strange battle; he gazed up at that powerful wizard's back; the modified Writing Technique, and the illusory pen that appeared who knows how, and the unclear content written in the void; those glowing characters shot like arrows toward that wizard's enemy, a incomparably powerful black wizard; immediately that black wizard who left many high-level wizards helpless had his head explode in an instant.

The scene at that time gave this apprentice incomparable shock; he began investigating everything about that wizard; unintentionally he also learned an old anecdote; it was precisely this old story that made him notice this inconspicuous small spell, Writing Technique; legend said that wizard during his apprentice period solidified Writing Technique as his spell; from then on it became a joke in many people's mouths, becoming widely spread laughing stock.

There was also a rumor this apprentice collected; legend said that Lord Wizard's pen could connect to the legendary Knowledge World; some also said it was a layer/gap of the Knowledge World.

No one knew how that powerful wizard did it; no one knew what spell combinations were needed to achieve all this; many guessed it was related to the Writing Technique he solidified in his youth; secretly quite a few people had also researched this inconspicuous zero-circle spell.

(Chapter End)