The vast library was empty. Zhao Xu had chosen a relatively secluded corner, and even as the flow of people gradually increased, no one paid much attention to them.
After stating his choice, Zhao Xu could still feel his heart pounding nervously.
"Hm? Tell me why." Antinoa's tone was calm.
Zhao Xu did not know whether it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel that the face beneath Antinoa's cloak had become clearer for the first time.
"Because I know nothing about a wizard's power." After thinking it over, Zhao Xu gave her that answer.
"It seems you really do have a great deal of faith in me." Antinoa nodded lightly.
"With the Spell Haste Feat, a Read Magic spell lasting over twenty-four hours requires at least Caster Level 72. Since the Age of Calamity, let alone level 40, even spellcasters above level 30 have been few and far between."
Antinoa's tone became somewhat languid, as if she had recalled certain memories.
"You guessed correctly." As Antinoa spoke, the green cloth bundle on the table was pushed before him by an invisible force.
Only then did Zhao Xu's expression turn disbelieving.
"M-Mentor? This isn't a joke, is it? Level 72?"
In Arthur, everyone—every player, every native, every monster—had a concrete Character Card.
There could be no abstract beings existing as mere concepts!
Back when players had been ignorant and reckless, their most arrogant slogan had been: as long as we know the contents of a Character Card, we'd dare kill even a god.
If Antinoa had reached Caster Level 72, then every one of those levels had to have a clear origin, something others could theoretically replicate.
The shock was so great that Zhao Xu did not even open the bundle on the table.
"Let me correct you on