Chapter 50 (1/2)

Chapter 50: The First Followers

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

An opportunity?

Jacker’s heartbeat quickened. He was wary of the kind of opportunity Link would offer him, but he knew how powerful Link was—a genius Magician who defeated the whole Dark Brotherhood armed with only Level-0 spells. Would someone like that give ordinary opportunities?

Surely not!

He pressed a hand over his thumping heart and waited silently.

Behind him, Lucy and Gildern shared no such emotions. They were both not as excited as Jacker was, but they did sense Jacker’s solemnity, so they stayed silent.

By this time, Link had already purchased the spell. He held out the New Moon wand and Mana started to flow into the wand.

For a Level-3 secret spell, the spellcasting process would differ from the usual. When Mana flowed into the wand, it began to arrange into complex configurations and the wand then glowed with a green Runic Aura.

This Runic Aura was a very special magic structure; Link had seen it in a magic book and had read a simple introduction about it. According to the book, Runic Aura was a high-level spell’s essential structure. Each aura contained an independent magic structure and when many types of auras combined, a complicated and powerful spell would then form.

The way Link understood it, the spell’s structure had a modular design where each aura represented a modular unit. When different modular units combined, an infinite variety of spells arose.

This modular way of thinking would be useful. There’s a huge potential for further development, I must carefully research into this, the idea flashed into Link’s mind.

The spell, Hidden Power, contained nine Runic Auras, and these auras glowed from the bottom part of the wand to its tip. Each aura shone a ray of green light and then merged at the tip to form a light green orb the size of a fist. Countless tiny runes moved inside the orb like tadpoles swimming in a pond. These runes were too many and too dense to differentiate each one, just looking at them would make someone dizzy.

Illuminated by the green Runic Aura, Link’s body seemed to glow in a mysterious light. Because the Mana in his body was also dancing and vibrating, his whole body seemed to suddenly emanate light as well.

Jacker gulped. His eyes were filled with awe and respect. Lucy and Gildern both held their breath.

The first time they met Link, no matter how they looked at him he was just a normal looking young man, but now, this young Magician looked majestically god-like!

Before casting the spell, Link chose words that Jacker would understand to explain what was going on. “Jacker, have you heard of Battle Art before?”

Jacker held his breath suddenly, his heart thumping like beating drums. He softly nodded his head, “Of course, that’s how the noble lines pass down from generation to generation!”

On the Firuman continent, Battle Art had always been monopolized by the nobles. It had never been passed down to anyone outside of the noble family or to commoners because the core of Battle Art was only passed down to those related by blood. Any commoners who wanted to acquire Battle Art had just one way, and that was to join the army and then climb up the ranks to become knighted. The knight would then be rewarded with Battle Art from the noble family he served.

But this was a treacherous path because it was almost impossible for a commoner to become a knight. They would have to fight tooth and nail for it, and nine out of ten who tried ended up dying. Even if they did obtain the Battle Art, it would only be the most basic level; the essential parts would be omitted.

But now, it seemed that this Magician, Link, was going to bestow the highly prized Battle Art upon him!

At this point, Jacker felt his blood boiling in his veins. He steadied his own breathing, fearful that if he breathed too hard, he would accidentally blow away the flame of the green light orb on Link’s wand. The tension almost suffocated him.

Behind him, Lucy and Gildern were both stupefied.

Lucy’s face was all red, and that pair of almond-shaped eyes sparkled, full of hope. Gildern had completely forgotten the matter of the 2000 gold coins, the only thought that dominated his mind right now was Battle Art.