75 Third Grade Magic Part 2 (1/2)
There were six days in a week on the Myers Mainland. The seventh day that Saleen had been at the viscountess’ residence happened to be the day that the lessons started.
Sika and Nailisi were both not mages and had no right to listen to the lessons. Even if they had been there they would not have understood anything. Faerun personally escorted Saleen to the hall, causing the other low-grade mages to turn red with envy.
The architecture of the study hall was nothing like the schools for the wealthy. It had open space architecture, almost like an altar. It was spacious and clean, and many pillars lined the hall, a stone platform at the center.
Faerun’s position was closest to the center. Saleen sat right beside him, causing the other mages to speculate amongst themselves.
”Who is that guy?”
”No idea, never seen him before.”
”Could he be Mage Faerun’s student?”
”Nonsense. You know his standards too. If he was accepting anyone, he would have accepted someone earlier.”
Saleen had sensitive hearing and even though he heard everything, he did not take it to heart. He understood how these mages felt. Even though they were able to listen to a Grade 8 mage give them guidance every week, it was not the same as having a grand mage by their side coaching them.
The stone platform was filled with intricate magic patterns and an elder sat on top of it. Saleen knew this elder who lacked a beard was the Grade 8 mage. The elder had his eyes closed, resting. Just as Faerun took his seat, the elder opened his eyes. They were blue and piercing, clear as water, and there was no air of authority being emitted from them.
Saleen took a seat beside Faerun, not saying a word and quietly waiting. The sorcerer’s gaze lingered on him before he shut his eyes wordlessly.
The hall immediately quieted down as Saleen heard soft footsteps.
A figure walked onto the stone platform as all the mages waited quietly. Saleen saw Viscountess Lex in a mage robe, her footsteps light as she approached Faerun’s side, sitting to his right.
She opened her mouth and said, ”It is time. Teacher, please begin.”
Even though Saleen was used to the authority that Viscountess Lex commanded, seeing the magic robe she wore, he still found it unbelievable. She was clad in a grey magic robe, two lines of magic symbols on her chest.
A Grade 5 mage?
According to what Faerun had said, Viscountess Lex had left Holy Rock City when she was seven. She couldn’t have been older than seventeen.
A seventeen-year-old grand mage?
Saleen could not understand it. He could understand that the royal family had the greatest amount of resources on the mainland and could afford to nurture a mage however they wanted. However, the viscountess had been chased out of Holy Rock City. Why had she been treated so generously?
If the emperor didn’t like her, he could have left her to fend for herself. Why had he given her a Grade 8 sorcerer as a teacher?
However, the sorcerer was about to start his lecture and Saleen did not dare ask Faerun about it now. The elder on the stone platform opened his eyes and gave a slight smile. He slowly opened his mouth and said, ”Today, I will impart Water Magic to you. Grade 3 Ice Blade magic.”
Nobody dared make a noise, but Saleen heard the breaths of the hundreds of mages. It was an amazing feeling. Many could not hide the disappointment in their hearts. Only a few quickened their breathing, obviously excited. Only one person’s breathing remained calm and the same, and that was Viscountess Lex’s. As for Faerun, even though he sat beside Saleen, he could not feel Faerun’s breathing or heartbeat.
Ice Blade magic was an ordinary Grade 3 magic and was nothing special. This magic could create various crescent shaped water elements to use to attack. Comparing their attack strengths, it was not as strong as the Phoenix spell of Fire Magic.
Saleen had been able to learn it by himself. He had memorized the magic spell, including the hand movements and some of the important elements of casting the spell. However, he knew that what the sorcerer was about to impart was definitely not about the content. Those mages who had grown excited definitely understood that too.
”As everybody knows, the Fireball spell is the most common offensive magic and is the most powerful magic among magic of the same grade. If studied further, the Fireball spell can be upgraded alongside a mage’s level and can become high-grade magic. However, as the saying goes: A mage who can only shoot fireballs is not a good mage.”
The sorcerer’s voice was calm and slow. Saleen listened intently, afraid that he would miss out on even a single word.
”From the magic spells already known, most of them have already gone through thousands of years of tempering and cannot be replaced. The Fireball spell is one of them. Today, I want to let you all know that the Fireball spell is not the only one. Faerun, please demonstrate.”