Chapter 37 (1/2)

Chapter 37: The Terrifying Power of the Glass Orbs

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The River Cove Inn’s front door.

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The three members of the Flamingo Band of Mercenaries heard a voice, and they all simultaneously turned around.

What they saw at the inn’s entrance was a black-haired youth of about 16 to 17 years of age, with a weak and gaunt figure. He was so frail-looking that he looked like he might actually be blown away by the wind. He was clad in a dirty and tattered linen robe, and his leather boots were old and worn, all covered in mud and dirt.

“Ha!” the Archer, Gildern barked out a laugh, “Young chap, if you want to play house, you’d have to go find your brothers and sisters first.”

The red-headed swordswoman did not waste her breath to taunt him, she went straight to rejection, “Young man, this isn’t something you should get involved with.”

Jacker was the only one who stayed silent. He closely examined Link from head to toe.

Link ignored the Archer and the swordswoman, he focused instead on the colossus brute, Jacker. He knew that this Warrior was the most important member of the mercenary band. If his guess was right, the one called Jacker must be their leader.

“What can you do?” Jacker felt there was something special about this young man. He was too calm and collected, his black eyes were too deep and penetrating—he didn’t look like the average person at all.

“I am a Magician,” said Link with a laugh.

The Archer Gildern and the red-headed swordswoman were both startled when they heard this. They began to scrutinize Link with new-found interest, but no matter how they viewed him, they had just never seen such a decrepit looking Magician before.

Jacker doubted Link’s power and abilities, but he dared not underestimate him yet. He asked, “What spells do you know?”

In the eyes of the average person, Magicians were both mysterious and powerful. But Jacker was far from a normal person; he was a strong Level-3 Warrior, and a roving mercenary too. He’d seen extraordinary things common people could never imagine seeing. So even if he’d never personally experienced magic spells before, he had seen as many majestic and divine Master Magicians as decrepit and desperate wandering Magicians.

Even if this young man’s claim as a Magician was true, that still didn’t guarantee that he possessed an awesome power. Chances were, he might only be capable of some Level-0 spells and not much else.

“Wait here, I’ll go get my wand!” Link hurriedly said. His wand was actually right in his storage pendant, but storage gears were not supposed to be exposed publicly, so he turned around and went back to the attic.

While he was gone, the Archer Gildern pursed his lips and said, “Didn’t expect him to even own a wand, I’m impressed. Hey Lucy, wanna bet?”

Lucy was the name of the red-headed swordswoman. She laughed and said, “Bet on what?”

“On how many spells this pipsqueak knows. My bet is that he only knows some Level-0 spells.”

“No way, who’s going to bet against that? How powerful can that boy be, looking like that? If he’d known some Level-1 spells, he would’ve been in the East Cove Academy.”

Gildern chuckled and said, “Who knows? Didn’t you hear what happened in Gladstone? They say the Magician who saved the city was a young man just like our Magician here, but he could cast a Flame Blast that single-handedly defeated the Bloody-Handed demon.”

Lucy pouted her lips and said, “Do you think such geniuses are walking about everywhere?”

“That’s enough, stop bickering. I think there’s something peculiar about this young man, so don’t be so quick to underestimate him,” Jacker waved his hand to stop his comrades from taunting the young man further.

The two turned quiet. Jacker was someone they both held in high regard.

At the same time, Link returned from the inn and in his hand, he was holding a wooden stick that should be his wand.

“That’s his wand? That’s clearly just a stick!” Gildern whispered.

Link pretended not to hear, he walked towards Jacker, smiled and said, “So far the only spell that I’ve mastered is Fireball, but I think you’ll find my spellcasting skills useful for your mission.”

“Just Fireball?” Jacker was disappointed as it really was just a Level-0 spell. To him, casting Fireball was as good as throwing firecrackers—in short, it’s a completely useless spell.

This was a normal reaction, so Link explained, “My Fireballs are not like ordinary ones. I’ve modified them with supreme magical skill.”

“Is that so?” Jacker was not impressed. He’d heard that spells could be improved by supreme magical skills, but even if he had the capability to modify and improve spells, a Level-0 spell was still a Level-0 spell. Could it ever rival a Level-1 spell?

“How about we go to the woods and test out my spell, so you can judge it yourselves?” Link suggested. He was in dire need of some money, but if he faced Viktor alone, the possibility of defeat was high. But with the help of these three mercenaries, he might have a chance.

He did not worry about the possibilities of getting betrayed by these three at all, and even if they tried to kill him off after the mission, he believed that he could easily defeat them all with his Fireball. Even the Level-3 Warrior was no match for him!

The three mercenaries looked at each other, then nodded. If the young Magician’s skills turned out to be useful, then they would gain another comrade, and that wouldn’t be so bad after all.

So the three found a clearing in the woods, then Jacker raised his thick iron shield in front of him and told Link, “Aim your Fireballs at my shield, then I’ll judge how powerful you are myself.”

Link nodded, but he did not hurry to attack. “My Fireball can travel around your shield though, so you might not be able to block it,” he said with a smile.

“Never mind that, just attack me with all your might.” Jacker’s face turned serious, his shield began to glow in a light of Combat Aura. It was an earthly yellow shade, meaning that his Combat Aura was of the earth element; it was excellent for defense.

In truth, Jacker didn’t think much of Link’s warning. It would only be a Level-0 spell after all. Once, in the North, Jacker had fought against an opponent who purchased a Fireball magic scroll. When he launched the Fireball at Jacker’s body, the only damage it did was leave a scorching mark on his leather armor.

Seeing that Jacker was fully prepared, Link said, “I’ll start now then.”