Truth Wizard Battle Manual

"This is... Truth Wizard Combat Manual, Volume 1? Can I have this?" Isaac glanced at the title, then looked at Cheryl in surprise.

Even within the Truth Association, only a small number of Arcanists could study the Truth Wizard Combat Manual. It was said to record an extremely practical, systematic set of combat arcane arts. Though its research value was fairly average, it provided an enormous boost to combat power.

If you asked whether Isaac wanted it, then he definitely did.

But the Truth Association's rules were not so easily bent.

"Take it. Father already bought the inheritance rights to this Spellbook. It was meant to train our own Arcanists, but sadly, there are simply too few talented people, so it has barely been used."

"You can do that?" Isaac was surprised, but he accepted the Spellbook all the same.

"Mhm. Study it first. If there's anything you don't understand, call for the Tower Spirit. She'll notify me. I'm heading upstairs first—I still have things to do."

"Alright, Eldest Sister. Take care!"

After watching Eldest Sister leave, Isaac immediately went to the desk and impatiently began flipping through the Spellbook.

There were not many spells recorded in this Spellbook—only three in total: Magic Power Imprint, Fireball Arrow, and Flame Shaping.

Everything else consisted of all manner of battle plans, covering sudden situations from every angle. It was practically an encyclopedia of real combat.

Of course, that did not mean the spells within were unimportant. On the contrary, they were crucial—and powerful!

Magic Power Imprint was a modification-type arcane art. A Magic Power Imprint could be implanted in a part of the body to store additional magic power, up to three times one's own reserves!

Fireball Arrow was a noble fire-element spell, the fire spell among first-tier magic with the greatest range, highest accuracy, and strongest power.

Flame Shaping was a fire-element support spell that could alter the shape, flight path, and power of fire spells.

The three spells interlocked link by link, allowing an extremely complex combat system to be constructed.

Isaac quickly immersed himself in the profound sea of knowledge. The various real-combat scenarios recorded in the Spellbook greatly broadened his horizons. When faced with the situations described in the book, aside from learning its methods of response, he would also start from his own perspective and think up other solutions, comparing and confirming them against one another. He gained enormously from it.

When someone was immersed in study, time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, three days had gone by.

Over those three days, Isaac learned a great many wizard combat techniques. Though most remained on paper, a few actual battles would be enough for him to digest seven or eight tenths of them. Besides that, he had also learned two of the three spells: Fireball Arrow and Flame Shaping.

He had not learned the most practical one, Magic Power Imprint, because he lacked the materials.

Magic Power Imprint had to be implanted into the body, and any spell involving self-modification could not be handled carelessly—whether by a Legendary Wizard or a Truth Wizard.

"Fireball Arrow!"

"Boom!"

On the third floor of the Mage Tower's laboratory.

A blazing streak of fire shot from Isaac's chest, carving a crimson trajectory through the air before striking a target fifty meters away with precision and exploding into a burst of violent flame!

Isaac glanced at the power rating given by the Tower Spirit, and the corner of his mouth curled upward slightly. That was more like it. Now this was what a wizard looked like!

Riding his excitement, Isaac fired several more Fireball Arrows, thoroughly indulging himself. Then he tidied up and began the experiments he had been unable to afford before coming here.

"Is he still researching magic?"

At the Lord's Mansion in Solomon Fortress, Caesar looked at Cheryl curiously.

"Mhm." Cheryl shrugged and said with some feeling, "I finally understand why Third Brother is so outstanding. He's genuinely insane!"

Caesar shot Cheryl a glance. In her earlier years, Eldest Sister's obsession with magic had been no less intense than Isaac's. She had only gained a little free time in recent years because she had encountered a bottleneck.

But Caesar said nothing. He looked toward the Mage Tower, then asked with some concern, "With how crazy he is, won't something happen?"

"Don't worry. The Tower Spirit is watching over him, so he'll be fine. And his Magic Pet... tsk... although it looks a bit abstract, it's unexpectedly the caring type. There's no need to worry."

"If you say so, then fine." Caesar shrugged, then turned his attention back to the sand table before him, his brows knitting slightly.

Seeing that, Cheryl's delicate brows also furrowed. Her lovely figure leaned forward slightly as she studied the sand table alongside Caesar.

"Still no sign of the Black Orc army?"

"No." Caesar shook his head. "Based on previous years, the Black Orc army should be nearly assembled by this time. But the scouts we sent out haven't found anything at all."

"That is troublesome..." Cheryl stared at the sand table in thought for a moment. Then a trace of hesitation suddenly appeared on her face, as if she were debating whether to speak.

"What is it? Do you have an idea?" Caesar noticed Cheryl's hesitation and asked curiously.

"Ah..." After thinking for a moment, Cheryl let out a heavy sigh. In the end, she decided to say it. Hesitantly, she said, "Could it be Second Brother...?"

Caesar fell silent at that. Cheryl had not finished, but he knew what she meant.

Second Brother was not someone who could keep things hidden. Many people knew that he wanted to fight for the Viscount's position, and that he had been working toward it all along.

Though Caesar truly did not want to suspect his own brother of selling out the territory's interests, when he looked at it realistically, he had no choice but to admit that this was something Second Brother was capable of doing...

Because that was simply Second Brother's level—aiming too high, shortsighted, always fond of taking the edge of the blade...

Like the Goblin incident not long ago. To compete with Caesar for the position, he had even been capable of allowing the Goblins in the territory to multiply unchecked!

He never considered how much damage such actions would cause to the territory and its people!

Or rather, he did not care. All he wanted was to fight for the inheritance rights!

"Ah..." After a moment of silence, Caesar sighed as well and waved his hand weakly. "Have your little elf keep an eye on Second Brother. I'll have the Shadow Guard search for the Black Orc army."

Cheryl nodded silently. She did not want to see her brothers turn on each other either.

"When will Father arrive?" Cheryl asked.

At the moment, if Second Brother had truly done such a thing, then only Father could stop him. If Caesar stepped in, it would only pour oil on the flames.

"Soon. Within a week, probably. Preparing a gift for Isaac delayed him a little." At the mention of Isaac, Caesar's lips curled up slightly, and his mood, which had soured because of Second Brother, improved somewhat.

Lately, nothing had pleased him more than Isaac becoming a wizard and shedding his former frail, sickly appearance!

As the eldest brother, his greatest wish was simply for his brothers and sisters to stay healthy!

"Haha! It worked!"