10 That Explains a Lo (1/2)
Many villagers hurriedly climbed the mountain with their torches to see what was going on. They were shocked by what they saw: illuminated by a burning tree, the strange young man named Roland was lying on the ground, half-dead, but he seemed to be grinning at the sky.
His face was red and black, with plenty of blisters. Most of his hair had been burnt.
Around the young man were many bright blue flames, which were not dying out even though they were on sand.
The villagers knew that the young man had saved three kids of the town. They were going to help, when Falken stopped them and said, ”Don't approach. The blue fire is magic and will consume everything it touches. You will be burnt to ashes in two minutes if you step on it.”
Falken was highly revered in Red Mountain Town. The villagers never questioned his authority.
Intimidated by his warning, the villagers dared not move anymore.
Falken waved his hand and said, ”There's nothing serious here. Go back and sleep. I'll ask for your help if need be.”
The villagers quickly dispersed. As ordinary people, they were naturally scared of things like magic or ghosts and were happy to keep a distance from them.
Soon, Falken was left alone on the site of the explosion.
Gazing at the scattered bright blue flames, he did not press forward. Although he was a Priest, he dared not underestimate the fire. In his eyes, every one of those flames could burn him to ashes, too.
He focused his eyes on the young man who had been scorched but who was smiling happily. Sighing enviously, he waited quietly for twenty minutes until the bright blue flames died out when the magic sustaining them ran out.
Then, Falken approached Roland and cast Healing and Language Proficiency at him. A bright pillar of light enveloped the young man and illuminated the environment.
”Was it worth it?”
”Yes.” Healing was not effective immediately but took some time. Yet, it was still faster than natural recovery. Roland's body was sore and weak, but since he could only feel one-tenth of the pain, it was not too uncomfortable. Hearing Falken's question, he replied without any hesitation or complaint, ”Unveiling the magic nodes feels like lifting the skirt of the Goddess of Fortune bit by bit. It's really thrilling.”
Cough, cough… Falken coughed hard. Although he was a believer of the Life Goddess, he had respect for other deities. Roland's remark sounded like blasphemy in every way. He could only pretend that he did not hear it.
But of course, if Roland had compared his experience to lifting the skirt of the Life Goddess, Falken definitely wouldn't have reacted so peacefully.
”It's just a wall… The temple is already ragged. I've long planned to repair it.” Falken turned around and looked at the collapsed wall, his eyelids twitching. He was not regretful about the wall, but shocked at the power of the spell. He could tell that his temple was not the target of the attack but only accidentally involved, and still, a wall had collapsed. It was not hard to infer how powerful the spell just now was.
Roland had learned to control magic in two hours, drawn the magic models in half a day, and could even strengthen a spell with the magic model now. ”Genius” was not enough to describe him. His knowledge was unbelievable, and he was still so young.