Hearing Antinoa's reply, Zhao Xu suddenly had the urge to lift her hood and see whether the face beneath that cloak was wearing a mischievous smile.
But considering her identity as a Legendary Mage, let alone lifting her hood, even approaching Antinoa with hostile intent was practically impossible.
He did not even dare guess how many buffs Antinoa had on her.
After witnessing higher-level mage battles in his Previous Life, Zhao Xu understood this all too well.
Just a fifth-level mage was enough to drag combat into an entirely different dimension.
Still, Zhao Xu humbly acted like a good student and asked Antinoa for guidance.
A year later, when the crossing came, those seeking instruction from a Legendary Mage like Antinoa would form a line stretching from the church all the way to Mistral City's gates.
Without generations of family ties or exceptional talent that stood above the rest, almost no first-level Mage Apprentice could receive instruction under a Legendary Mage.
"Mentor, I've heard of permanent spells, but there must be a price, right?" Zhao Xu asked softly, much more deferential than before.
Zhao Xu knew that the fifth-level spell Permanency could supposedly make more than a dozen commonly used spells permanent.
But he had heard that the price of making a spell permanent was sometimes too much even for mages to afford.
"The price is losing one use of a class ability and two Spell Slots," Antinoa said.
Zhao Xu's teeth nearly ached at those words. It was infuriating.
Using class abilities and Spell Slots that recovered every day—how was that a price?
He spent his lifespan every day just by staying alive.
For someone like him, who had to prepare the appropriate spellcasting material, a "clear crystal," just to cast Read Magic—
He had to take it from