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Chapter 75
Chapter 75: Interested in Becoming My Disciple? The Scroll Creation Master
Slane Theocracy?
The young man in the black robe and the young magic caster in the blue robe both paled slightly, looking at Tang Zheng in astonishment.
As the most powerful of the human nations, it possessed a profound history and connection to the legendary Six Great Gods. The Slane Theocracy held a very special position and influence among the other countries!
"No, I'm not."
Tang Zheng was also a little surprised that the old man before him would mistake him for someone from the Slane Theocracy.
Hearing this answer, no change appeared on the old man's stiff, wrinkled face. He lightly tapped the sheet of paper on the counter with a coarse, grayish-white fingernail.
"I'm already aware of what just happened."
"Young man, since you were the one who created this sheet of paper, can you produce another batch?" the old man said, his seemingly murky yet bright eyes, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, fixed on Tang Zheng.
"I can."
Sensing the heavy aura emanating from the old man, a sharp glint flashed in the depths of Tang Zheng's eyes, and he nodded.
The turn of events was somewhat unexpected, yet it piqued Tang Zheng's interest all the more.
From the attitudes of the black-robed youth and the blue-robed magic caster, it was clear that this old man held a significant position in the Adventurer's Guild.
Furthermore, the feeling the man gave Tang Zheng was somewhat similar to Grandma Lijie from the past; he was likely a magic chanter capable of using Third-tier Magic.
"Papermaking (Magic)!"
As Tang Zheng softly chanted, the Second Tier "Papermaking (Magic)" activated, and 700 sheets of snow-white, resilient paper rapidly materialized in the air.
*Rustle, rustle~*
A large quantity of paper fluttered down onto the counter, forming a thick stack.
"It's... actually real?" The black-robed youth looked at Tang Zheng in disbelief.
The old man lowered his head, his eyes glinting as he reached out and randomly picked two sheets from the newly created pile to compare. He then repeated the action several times.
"Very good."
"Unexpectedly good."
A faint smile appeared on the old man's stiff, stoic face:
"The Magic Power distribution in every sheet is exceptionally uniform. There are no defective pieces whatsoever. They are Alchemical Materials that can be used directly."
"Even among my own disciples, this level of skill would still be considered excellent."
As he spoke, the wrinkles folded at the corners of the old man's eyes smoothed out slightly. "To have polished the Second Tier 'Papermaking (Magic)' to such a level at this age is truly remarkable."
Hearing these words of unexpected praise, Tang Zheng felt a little baffled.
Could paper created with a Second Tier spell really suffer from uneven Magic Power distribution and defects?
For him, all it took was a single skill point to raise this type of Life Magic by a Tier. When he used it, Tang Zheng felt it was no different from regular Tier Magic.
No, those were minor details.
The crux of the matter now was—the attitude displayed by the three people before him indicated that the value of Second Tier "Papermaking (Magic)" far exceeded his initial assumptions.
"Teacher, he only bought a Magic Scroll a month ago! It's impossible for him to have learned 'Papermaking (Magic)' and mastered it to the Second Tier in such a short time! He must have some kind of ulterior moti—"
The black-robed youth's voice trembled as he spoke quickly.
"Albert."
The old man coldly cut him off, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. "You still don't understand. The matter itself isn't what's important."
"I have reminded you before that for a magic chanter, Aptitude is more important than effort!"
"And at present, you have not displayed that Aptitude."
The old man's cold and merciless voice rang out. He had already gotten the full story from the blue-robed magic caster.
Naturally, he didn't believe Tang Zheng had managed to master Papermaking (Magic) and cultivate it to the Second Tier just from a single Magic Scroll.
Especially not in the current timeframe...
Whether he had a motive or some petty scheme, none of that mattered. What the old man truly cared about was the Talent Tang Zheng had revealed at such a young age.
Albert's face turned deathly pale in an instant. His lips trembled, wanting to speak, but faced with the old man's undisguised words, he couldn't utter a single sentence.
"Young man, are you interested in becoming my disciple?"
The old man turned his head to look at Tang Zheng.
Albert's body went limp, a look of despair already clouding his pupils.
Meanwhile, the blue-robed magic caster standing behind the old man's eyes widened in shock, and he looked at the old man with a mixture of disbelief and concern.
"And you are?"
The corner of Tang Zheng's mouth twitched, his expression unreadable.
The moment he said this, the blue-robed magic caster became agitated. "Do you have any idea what you're saying? This is the Vice Guild Master of the E-Rantel Mage Guild!"
"Furthermore, he is one of only three in the entire Re-Estize Kingdom who can create Third-tier Magic scrolls—Master Beronova Vasiliovich Grigori Botkin!"
That long name, which gave off an unapproachable feeling...
It reminded Tang Zheng of the person the middle-aged man at the Adventurer's Guild had once mentioned, and his heart jolted.
"Heh, haha."
Master Beronry took a serious look at Tang Zheng and, realizing the young man genuinely didn't know who he was, the stiff smile on his face relaxed a little.
"Let's forget about the 'Master' title. I know my own limits," Master Beronry said, shaking his head.
"Are you interested in coming with me?"
Master Beronry looked at Tang Zheng with anticipation.
A magic chanter capable of using Third-tier Magic was already considered an elite among human spellcasters.
If Tang Zheng remembered correctly, the Guild Master of this Mage Guild, Theo Rakheshir, was also only a Third Tier magic chanter.
This was the Mage Guild, so the danger should be low. As long as he didn't encounter a chanter who could use Fourth-tier Magic, no one here should pose a threat to him.
Moreover—
A master of Magic Scroll creation?
This was completely unexpected!
Acquiring the alchemist and pharmacist professions from Nfirea Bale had already been his greatest gain recently. In Tang Zheng's plans, most of these support-type abilities could only be acquired in the later stages.
With such an opportunity placed right before him, how could Tang Zheng refuse? He turned and gave an order to the lesser soulhound at his feet, telling it to wait outside, before following Master Beronry upstairs.
Unlike the somewhat deserted environment on the first floor of the Mage Guild.
Upon ascending the stairs to the second floor, one could immediately see numerous magic chanters walking back and forth, dressed in various styles of magic robes or simple attire.
However, the total number of people was still incomparable to the Adventurer's Guild.
When these people saw Master Beronry coming up the stairs, they hastily stopped and bowed respectfully, their gazes filled with curiosity as they looked at the unfamiliar figure following behind him.
Master Beronry led Tang Zheng through a long corridor to the staircase on the opposite side. This time, however, they didn't go up but headed down instead.
They entered the first floor on the other side of the Magician's Guild.
A faint, metallic tang, mixed with various strange, not-quite-unpleasant odors, permeated the air.
The first thing that entered Tang Zheng's sight were the figures of more than a dozen spellcasters, each busy with their own tasks.
At almost the same instant.
*Om—*
[First Tier Magic "Melt" discovered. Required Spellcasting Level: 1–7. Current conditions met. Consume 1 Skill Point to learn?]
[First Tier Magic "Directional Sense" discovered. Required Spellcasting Level: 1–7. Current conditions met. Consume 1 Skill Point to learn?]
...
[First Tier Magic "Scentless" discovered. Required Spellcasting Level: 1–7. Current conditions met. Consume 1 Skill Point to learn?]
A series of messages flashed across Tang Zheng's Stat Panel.
(end of chapter)
Slane Theocracy?
The young man in the black robe and the young magic caster in the blue robe both paled slightly, looking at Tang Zheng in astonishment.
As the most powerful of the human nations, it possessed a profound history and connection to the legendary Six Great Gods. The Slane Theocracy held a very special position and influence among the other countries!
"No, I'm not."
Tang Zheng was also a little surprised that the old man before him would mistake him for someone from the Slane Theocracy.
Hearing this answer, no change appeared on the old man's stiff, wrinkled face. He lightly tapped the sheet of paper on the counter with a coarse, grayish-white fingernail.
"I'm already aware of what just happened."
"Young man, since you were the one who created this sheet of paper, can you produce another batch?" the old man said, his seemingly murky yet bright eyes, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, fixed on Tang Zheng.
"I can."
Sensing the heavy aura emanating from the old man, a sharp glint flashed in the depths of Tang Zheng's eyes, and he nodded.
The turn of events was somewhat unexpected, yet it piqued Tang Zheng's interest all the more.
From the attitudes of the black-robed youth and the blue-robed magic caster, it was clear that this old man held a significant position in the Adventurer's Guild.
Furthermore, the feeling the man gave Tang Zheng was somewhat similar to Grandma Lijie from the past; he was likely a magic chanter capable of using Third-tier Magic.
"Papermaking (Magic)!"
As Tang Zheng softly chanted, the Second Tier "Papermaking (Magic)" activated, and 700 sheets of snow-white, resilient paper rapidly materialized in the air.
*Rustle, rustle~*
A large quantity of paper fluttered down onto the counter, forming a thick stack.
"It's... actually real?" The black-robed youth looked at Tang Zheng in disbelief.
The old man lowered his head, his eyes glinting as he reached out and randomly picked two sheets from the newly created pile to compare. He then repeated the action several times.
"Very good."
"Unexpectedly good."
A faint smile appeared on the old man's stiff, stoic face:
"The Magic Power distribution in every sheet is exceptionally uniform. There are no defective pieces whatsoever. They are Alchemical Materials that can be used directly."
"Even among my own disciples, this level of skill would still be considered excellent."
As he spoke, the wrinkles folded at the corners of the old man's eyes smoothed out slightly. "To have polished the Second Tier 'Papermaking (Magic)' to such a level at this age is truly remarkable."
Hearing these words of unexpected praise, Tang Zheng felt a little baffled.
Could paper created with a Second Tier spell really suffer from uneven Magic Power distribution and defects?
For him, all it took was a single skill point to raise this type of Life Magic by a Tier. When he used it, Tang Zheng felt it was no different from regular Tier Magic.
No, those were minor details.
The crux of the matter now was—the attitude displayed by the three people before him indicated that the value of Second Tier "Papermaking (Magic)" far exceeded his initial assumptions.
"Teacher, he only bought a Magic Scroll a month ago! It's impossible for him to have learned 'Papermaking (Magic)' and mastered it to the Second Tier in such a short time! He must have some kind of ulterior moti—"
The black-robed youth's voice trembled as he spoke quickly.
"Albert."
The old man coldly cut him off, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. "You still don't understand. The matter itself isn't what's important."
"I have reminded you before that for a magic chanter, Aptitude is more important than effort!"
"And at present, you have not displayed that Aptitude."
The old man's cold and merciless voice rang out. He had already gotten the full story from the blue-robed magic caster.
Naturally, he didn't believe Tang Zheng had managed to master Papermaking (Magic) and cultivate it to the Second Tier just from a single Magic Scroll.
Especially not in the current timeframe...
Whether he had a motive or some petty scheme, none of that mattered. What the old man truly cared about was the Talent Tang Zheng had revealed at such a young age.
Albert's face turned deathly pale in an instant. His lips trembled, wanting to speak, but faced with the old man's undisguised words, he couldn't utter a single sentence.
"Young man, are you interested in becoming my disciple?"
The old man turned his head to look at Tang Zheng.
Albert's body went limp, a look of despair already clouding his pupils.
Meanwhile, the blue-robed magic caster standing behind the old man's eyes widened in shock, and he looked at the old man with a mixture of disbelief and concern.
"And you are?"
The corner of Tang Zheng's mouth twitched, his expression unreadable.
The moment he said this, the blue-robed magic caster became agitated. "Do you have any idea what you're saying? This is the Vice Guild Master of the E-Rantel Mage Guild!"
"Furthermore, he is one of only three in the entire Re-Estize Kingdom who can create Third-tier Magic scrolls—Master Beronova Vasiliovich Grigori Botkin!"
That long name, which gave off an unapproachable feeling...
It reminded Tang Zheng of the person the middle-aged man at the Adventurer's Guild had once mentioned, and his heart jolted.
"Heh, haha."
Master Beronry took a serious look at Tang Zheng and, realizing the young man genuinely didn't know who he was, the stiff smile on his face relaxed a little.
"Let's forget about the 'Master' title. I know my own limits," Master Beronry said, shaking his head.
"Are you interested in coming with me?"
Master Beronry looked at Tang Zheng with anticipation.
A magic chanter capable of using Third-tier Magic was already considered an elite among human spellcasters.
If Tang Zheng remembered correctly, the Guild Master of this Mage Guild, Theo Rakheshir, was also only a Third Tier magic chanter.
This was the Mage Guild, so the danger should be low. As long as he didn't encounter a chanter who could use Fourth-tier Magic, no one here should pose a threat to him.
Moreover—
A master of Magic Scroll creation?
This was completely unexpected!
Acquiring the alchemist and pharmacist professions from Nfirea Bale had already been his greatest gain recently. In Tang Zheng's plans, most of these support-type abilities could only be acquired in the later stages.
With such an opportunity placed right before him, how could Tang Zheng refuse? He turned and gave an order to the lesser soulhound at his feet, telling it to wait outside, before following Master Beronry upstairs.
Unlike the somewhat deserted environment on the first floor of the Mage Guild.
Upon ascending the stairs to the second floor, one could immediately see numerous magic chanters walking back and forth, dressed in various styles of magic robes or simple attire.
However, the total number of people was still incomparable to the Adventurer's Guild.
When these people saw Master Beronry coming up the stairs, they hastily stopped and bowed respectfully, their gazes filled with curiosity as they looked at the unfamiliar figure following behind him.
Master Beronry led Tang Zheng through a long corridor to the staircase on the opposite side. This time, however, they didn't go up but headed down instead.
They entered the first floor on the other side of the Magician's Guild.
A faint, metallic tang, mixed with various strange, not-quite-unpleasant odors, permeated the air.
The first thing that entered Tang Zheng's sight were the figures of more than a dozen spellcasters, each busy with their own tasks.
At almost the same instant.
*Om—*
[First Tier Magic "Melt" discovered. Required Spellcasting Level: 1–7. Current conditions met. Consume 1 Skill Point to learn?]
[First Tier Magic "Directional Sense" discovered. Required Spellcasting Level: 1–7. Current conditions met. Consume 1 Skill Point to learn?]
...
[First Tier Magic "Scentless" discovered. Required Spellcasting Level: 1–7. Current conditions met. Consume 1 Skill Point to learn?]
A series of messages flashed across Tang Zheng's Stat Panel.
(end of chapter)
