Chapter 112

The moment Luge thought about his entire Wizard Apprentice career having Writing Technique as his solidified Zero-Circle Spell, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end in fright. This basically meant bidding farewell to opportunities for going out on adventures, or going out to complete some Wizard commission missions. Of course, this might not count for much; after all, some people are more skilled at making potions and such, or completing commissions that don't require long journeys to earn resources, but in the long Apprentice life before becoming an Official Wizard, conflicts and contradictions are always unavoidable.

Luge imagined a terrifying scene.

When both sides, due to ideals or whatever else, argued to the most intense moment, tempers gradually rising, Spell Waves quietly brewing in their respective hands, that person suddenly raised a hand and used their Writing Technique — which was like an instinctual talent — writing ten apology letters on the spot, easily dissolving the other party's Spell that was about to spiral out of control into nothing. You must know normal Writing Technique can simultaneously record two or three things; presumably that solidified Spell writing ten apology letters at once would be no problem, and wouldn't even have reached its upper limit.

However, writing too many things at once, the Caster's brain might not keep up; this can also infer that that powerful Wizard certainly has some method to solve this problem.

Luge felt those things were too far from him, set them aside for now, and began to focus on learning Writing Technique.

Until night deepened, did he walk out of that focused state; this was also different from before — when his Spiritual Power had not been tempered, he fundamentally could not achieve this kind of long-term focus; as he mastered the Meditation Method, his Spiritual Power continuously progressed, and the time he could focus was already getting longer and longer.

"Adult, is it time for dinner?"

Daisy had already been waiting to the side for a long while.

"Of course." Luge looked at her expectant appearance and said with a smile.

Actually, he was also a bit curious about Daisy's cooking skills; this related to his future appetite. As for Dasha and Aijin, they didn't care; with Luge's level of roasting meat, they praised it endlessly.

Daisy indeed understood Luge's intent deeply; dinner wasn't made fancy or complex either — a few simple dishes, maintaining a certain degree of refinement while increasing portions, and she even prepared portions for Aijin and Dasha. The reason he used to always order the meals Knights ate after training was because the normal dishes in the manor had too little quantity; a pile of plates and it was gone in two bites, which was also troublesome, so he only occasionally ate something he hadn't seen before to enjoy the novelty.

Luge waved a hand, directly calling Aijin and Dasha out.

"Luge Gege."

"Luge Eldest Brother."

Dasha had finally gotten used to addressing Luge this way, instead of calling him Master or simply humming twice; actually this guy isn't stupid at all — he previously kept forgetting to change his form of address, and he was afraid of being scolded, so he used his most habitual two hums to muddle through.

This was Aijin who secretly told Luge.

Aijin was currently curiously sizing up the surroundings.

"This is our new home; for now, let's enjoy dinner together; in a bit you guys go pick a room too." Luge said with a smile, already starting to eat.

Daisy smiled beamingly while serving at the side, continuously mitigating the damage their three wolfing-down brought to the dining table; the two Kobolds had seen Daisy many times, were considered familiar, and were already relatively at ease; they unanimously gave her cooking skills high affirmation.

Luge had asked Daisy to sit and dine together, but the young Maid displayed shocking stubbornness, and in the end he could only give up.

"Adult, in three more days it will be the Star Festival; at that time I'll make Starlight Pastries for you all." Daisy said with a grin.

From the moment she walked out of the manor, Daisy's smiles seemed to have become more numerous.

"What's that? A festival unique to Fanxing City?"

Luge had already started drinking post-meal Fruit Tea; Dasha and Aijin were still eating.

"The Star Festival lasts three days; most people rest, and there are some celebration activities, including in those towns in the Numbered Cavern District — everyone stays home, because during these three days there won't be any sun, only stars dotting the sky above." She said.

Luge suddenly realized; this was replacing the thing above the big rock? Or doing some other things; after all, it's a regularly occurring festival, forcing him to associate in this direction.

Luge took out a basket.

"You prepare an appropriate return gift; tomorrow deliver it to our neighbors; you should have seen that little guy." He handed the basket to Daisy.

Daisy accepted it with a smile; judging by that look, she seemed to really like doing this kind of thing.

A night without words.

Early the next morning, Luge was woken by bursts of angry roars and the clanging sounds of weapons colliding.

He blearily opened his eyes; if not for seeing the bedroom's appearance, for a moment he would have thought he was in the Abyssal Bedroom Space being woken by Dasha and Aijin.

The bedroom he chose was on the third floor, set back inside, already counted as very good; the street's noises could be mostly isolated.

Coming downstairs, Daisy had already steeped Fruit Tea and was preparing breakfast.

Luge held the teacup leaning by the window.

On the street in front of his house, two strong men were currently weapons drawn against each other, fighting back and forth for a time.

"It's that one, Cui Fanke; I saw him once this morning delivering the return gift," Daisy said, "He's that little guy's father."

Following her gaze, Luge saw the one confronting the other after fighting briefly; that man held a Short Hammer in his right hand, the hammer head not large, but power still astonishing, while his left hand was missing, even a section of forearm missing, fitted with a metal arm cuff, like a long gauntlet.

The two cursed at each other and fought again; Cui Fanke's broken arm sometimes served as an iron fist to strike the enemy, sometimes as a shield to block, coordinating with the Short Hammer in his right hand, gradually gaining the upper hand.

Luge drank tea, coming to the yard to watch.

Cui Fanke's opponent was a Knight-style guy, more focused on sword-wielding moves and techniques, skilled with a strange Long-Handled One-Handed Sword, sometimes also gripping with two hands.

"You bastard! Yesterday you stole my business, today you let your little thing kiss my daughter; she's a noble Noble Miss." The man raised the one-handed sword over his head and fiercely chopped down.

Every chop was blocked by the iron cuff on the broken arm, but the broken-armed Cui Fanke also retreated repeatedly because of it, losing the momentum of having the upper hand just now.

Boom—!

A section of Luge's courtyard wall was knocked down.

"They're kids of a few years old; I already made him apologize; he just thought your daughter looked cute and stuck his face on hers; don't use your stinking hot head to think about two children; and what kind of Noble are you?" Cui Fanke struck back the opponent with force and said, "Laozi has seen Inner City District Noble Lords before; your family has been starving since your grandfather's grandfather's generation! Even if you once were, you're already not now; pretending to be a Noble Lord, be careful of receiving punishment."

Luge held the teacup, looked at the courtyard wall, and raised an eyebrow.

He noticed that little guy was hiding in the distance, revealing half a head quietly watching, two small hands tightly gripping the window sill.

(Chapter End)