Triss didn't even know who she was mad at. She was nearly five hundred years old, a vampire girl, yet she was surprisingly innocent when it came to things like this.
She'd nearly made Murphy's jaw hit the floor.
In the end, though, she gave Murphy some career advice, finally giving his second class, Psionic Apprentice, a direction to pursue.
Actually, Murphy had already considered becoming a summoner. After all, his innate talent for summoning creatures from other worlds was just too good to pass up. He'd also gained two summoning spells before, and both had immediately advanced by one level.
With a talent that good, it would be a waste not to study it properly.
After leaving Triss's alchemy cottage, he found a tall tower among the city's ruins and glided up to it. As a city of vampires, it had plenty of towers. Once he'd escaped the annoying sunlight, Murphy studied the notes Triss had given him in the dark.
They were newly copied, but it was clear she'd put real care into them.
In them, Triss had written down everything she'd learned about summoning over the past few hundred years. Unfortunately, as a master of dark psionics, Triss wasn't a summoning specialist. All she could offer were some spellcasting techniques, without any insights or explanations that touched on the core of summoning.
"Looks like I'll have to find a chance to meet some elves who specialize in summoning."
Murphy sat cross-legged in the shadows of the abandoned tower, studying the notes from Mom Triss with care as he thought:
"The elves are said to be true experts in summoning. Nearly all the summoning knowledge on the continent comes from them. The Castian elves' kingdom is on a peninsula in the far southeast, but there's an underground Shadow