Target: Falasong!

Chapter Forty-Five: Target, Falasong!

Create a spell?

Linton felt that this task was making things difficult for him.

Although it was true that for a mage to grow, they needed to accomplish such things, that was a requirement that only came after level sixty.

He was only level twenty now; wasn't this requirement coming a bit too early?

Of course, Linton didn't complain about it.

Difficulties were good; difficulties made things challenging.

If you wanted to get stronger, get rich, and get something for free, where would such good fortune fall to you?

Closing his eyes, Linton began to plan how to complete this task.

First, he posed two questions to himself regarding his needs.

What were the conditions for creating a spell; and what type of spell, was he pursuing damage, control, or buffs and debuffs?

First, the second question.

Linton thought carefully for a while.

At first, he thought about needing to create a high-damage spell because, without Iris by his side, he was practically a blank mage. If he encountered an enemy alone, at most he could stun them for three seconds, then he would run for his life, only to be cleaved in half by a sword after those three seconds.

But after thinking about it, he rejected this idea.

The reason was that the Necromancer's mechanism was to output damage through puppets, with the Necromancer acting as support. No matter how high the damage of the spell he created was, could it be higher than Miss Knight's true damage?

Linton was skeptical about this.

Also, he only had one puppet, Iris, which was why he had the thought, "What should I do if Iris isn't by my side?" But if his number of puppets increased in the future, wouldn't this problem be solved?

So he abandoned this idea.

Ultimately, Linton set his sights on a spell that added or subtracted buffs.

The output relied mainly on his puppets, and he already had control skills. All he needed was a skill to stack buffs, and he could form a party by himself.

As for the first question, it was actually very simple because, on this continent, there were countless examples to reference.

To create a spell, a mage first needed to possess extensive knowledge and relentless practice, but the most crucial point was talent.

People couldn't all be treated the same; this was almost an age-old saying.

Of course, talent wasn't a problem for Linton. A player's talent was nothing more than reaction time or operation.

But knowledge was indeed something he needed to supplement.

So, where should he go to supplement his knowledge?

Linton opened his eyes and looked at Miss Knight, who was leaning out to look at the scenery with a bored expression.

"Iris."

"Hm?" Iris turned her head. "What is it?"

"Miss Vera, whom you mentioned, is very knowledgeable, correct?"

"Yes."

"The library where she likes to stay must have many books about all sorts of magic, right?"

"Of course! That's the largest library in the Kingdom of Blossoms, with the most extensive collection."

"Last question. How is your relationship with her?"

"Very good?"

Iris paused for a moment midway through her sentence.

To be honest, after experiencing betrayal from her loved ones, she no longer dared to be sure that the way she treated others was the same way others treated her.

After a period of silence, she asked, "Why are you suddenly asking me this? Could it be that you want to use Vera to get into the magic academy's library?"

"No, no, no." Linton chuckled and shook his head. "Since she's your friend, I will naturally treat her with courtesy. Using someone is not how one treats a friend."

"Then you..."

"I just want to have an academic exchange with her," Linton said, blinking sincerely. "Or perhaps seek her guidance?"

"Ah?"

This answer left Iris bewildered.

No matter how she looked at it, the Necromancer didn't seem like a studious good student.

"If it's to ask questions, Vera should be very happy to answer," she said. "I often visit her when I have free time, and many people come to her to ask all sorts of questions every time."

"I understand."

Linton rubbed his fingertips and opened the map on his personal panel.

"Screech—"

The carriage suddenly stopped, then changed direction, heading towards a destination other than its original one.

Target: Falasong!

On a plain tens of kilometers away from Falasong, there was a small village.

However, it was less of a village and more of a resting point for various adventurers.

Here, all sorts of adventurers gathered to exchange information, trade goods, and, of course, rest and recuperate.

Iris frowned, scanning the area with her eyes.

Most adventurers spent long periods exploring outdoors and generally didn't pay much attention to personal hygiene, so the village was filled with a strange, sour, musty smell.

Moving closer to Linton, Iris whispered, "Why are we here?"

Linton chuckled, "Of course, we're looking for a way into the city."

"Do you really think that with our current identities, we can just waltz into the city?"

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"I don't really care. At worst, I'll be questioned, thrown in jail for a few days, and then released. But you..." Linton tilted his head, looking at the girl. "Putting aside whether your physical abnormalities will be discovered, you're a reserve Flower Knight, and the most outstanding one at that. You've been missing for quite some time for reasons unknown. Do you think they won't investigate?"

"And when they investigate your hometown, they find it burned to the ground, with the remains of your father and another person inside, and no other suspects can be found, the least likely possibility will become the most probable one."

"I understand."

Iris sighed dejectedly.

Linton gently patted her head, then retracted his hand just as she was about to swat it away.

"Follow me."

Linton led Iris past houses echoing with cries of vendors, arriving at a spot where many tents were pitched.

Here, many adventurers could also be seen, but compared to the liveliness elsewhere, it was much quieter. Most people came in quickly and left in a hurry.

"This is where information is sold," Linton explained. "Adventurers can inquire about information regarding Secret Realms, dangerous territories, and so on. They can also sell information they possess."

"Of course, if you're caught selling false information, the consequences aren't pleasant."

As Linton spoke, he walked into a tent.

The owner of the tent was a plump man who, upon seeing someone enter, reluctantly opened his eyes.

—To say he opened his eyes was an exaggeration; it was merely a slit.

"What is it?"

"Entry into the city."

"Ten thousand each."

Linton raised his hand and tossed over a bag filled with gold coins.

The man opened the bag and inspected it, a faint glint flashing in his eyes.

"See you tonight, sir."