Telling Him

Fran examined the tattered book before her closely, then shouted two curses on the spot:

"(Profanity), Lord of Radiance..."

"(Profanity) Lord of Radiance (profanity)."

After she finished speaking, the book didn't react at all, and the air became quiet.

Fran raised an eyebrow, knowing that the book was back to the state it was in when she first received it.

It seemed that the other party could barely hear her, and could only give orders like this, and even had to carefully choose the words when conveying information.

Otherwise, if the Lord of Radiance had explained His affairs clearly from the beginning, Fran wouldn't have had such a bad impression of Lord of Radiance.

Now that they've reached the Material Realm, Fran no longer intends to help this Lord of Radiance find followers. In the Spirit Realm, it was because she needed his help, but in the Material Realm Fran has plenty of ways to find others to help her.

She threw the book under the bed, clapped her hands, and then remembered something.

"Can I still use that divine magic?" she wondered, and then immediately began to try it out.

Her divine spells all originated from the Lord of Radiance. Although these items are still displayed on her Panel, divine spells are obviously bestowed by gods. If the gods are gone, what's the point of displaying them?

She quickly tried it out and discovered something unexpected.

Aside from the Light Prayer, a divine spell that could previously be cast even in the Material Realm, she could cast all other spells, but...

Divine spells, including the Radiant Shield, have seen a significant increase in energy consumption, almost doubling their original Mental Power requirements.

The most terrifying of them all was the divine spell "Radiant Blessing," which consumed half of her Mental Power with just one cast, dozens of times more than before.

"Just consider it adding an attribute, okay?"

The increased consumption of these Arts has made using these divine spells extremely inefficient. Fran already possessed more powerful Arts than these, and the drastic increase in consumption has rendered these Arts given to her by the Lord of Radiance useless.

So she simply stopped using it, treating her Radiant Priest as just a way to boost her stats.

She actually really didn't want to pursue Profession Priest unless absolutely necessary.

"Then we need to find a Tier First Order Profession."

Her current mage Profession is almost maxed out, and her Mental Power far surpasses that of an ordinary First Order Mage, making further improvement difficult. To increase her combat power now, she needs to acquire a melee Profession.

"But just like Formal Mage, First Order melee Profession are also rare and hard to find."

She also knew that the Promotion Method any First Order Profession were basically hidden and controlled by various powerful forces; if you weren't one of them, you couldn't expect to get them.

"Take it slow. Practice your spells for now, get all your spells to the Extraordinary level and obtain the First Order version. Then go find Instructor Harbos in a few months."

She had already formulated her future practice plan, deciding to first practice the First Order versions of Sword Dance and Earth Spike Spell, which she had seen in the future she had glimpsed, and to master these two techniques first.

Two months later, with about three months left until the apprentice assessment, it would also be exactly one year since Fran came to this world.

Fran knocked on the door of a peculiar building.

This building occupies a huge area, roughly the size of two football fields, and the buildings are about five meters high, but from the outside, they do not appear to have two floors.

The exterior walls are entirely white, without any patterns, except for a hammer pattern on the main gate; otherwise, it is very clean.

This is the private workshop of Fran's mentor, Harbos. He placed an order with the Construct School when he arrived in the City of Apprentices, and it was only successfully delivered three months ago.

Fran, busy practicing spells and improving her proficiency, is only now coming to Harbos's workshop for the first time.

Harbos assumed that Fran wanted to focus on researching creation magic, so he didn't take the initiative to find Fran.

According to Harbos, after learning the basics taught by the mentor, one should gradually put them into practice on one's own, which is how he did it in the Elemental School.

In addition, he already knew that Fran had successfully created a spell and the teaching materials were completed. All that was left was to achieve a good ranking in the assessment to become First Order Mage.

He didn't bother with it much. Much of the content could only be learned after becoming First Order Mage. Although there was still a long time before the assessment, even if he learned it, he would just be staring blankly at it.

So, apart from the few months when they first confirmed their mentor-mentee relationship and had frequent communication, they haven't seen each other for some time now.

"Come in."

The door opened with the sound, and Fran recognized the sounds of gears turning and steam escaping within it.

It seems her mentor has also been studying a lot of mechanical things during this time, Fran thought to herself.

As the door opened, the first thing that caught the eye was a huge machine, still running rapidly on the floor. The air was extremely humid, and a thin white mist filled the entire workshop.

Fran stared in astonishment at the enormous pipes and the massive rotating wheel spinning rapidly, its gears meshing tightly at one point as it turned.

The workshop had many ventilation systems, but they were useless against these large machines, and the air was still filled with white mist.

"Isn't this just a scaled-up version of the Steam Engine I made?" she thought, looking at the enormous, horizontally mounted device.

She had considered that a Fourth Order Mage's productivity would be far faster than she could manually create mage characters during her apprenticeship, but she hadn't expected it to be this fast.

All the machinery was piled up to almost fill the area of three basketball courts, and there were also many stacks of metal materials in the other open space.

Harbos, hidden behind the machinery, flew down from the sky and landed in front of Fran.

"What can I do for you?" Harbos asked.

Fran extended one arm forward in a gesture of apprenticeship before continuing:

"Master, I have become Formal Mage."

Harbos, still dazed from the interruption of his thoughts, did not immediately refocus on his conversation with Fran, but paused for a moment after hearing Fran's words.

"You've become Formal Mage!!" Harbos's pupils constricted, his hand froze in place, and he exclaimed in shock.

At the same time, the machine next to it seemed to be shocked as well. The entire machine suddenly stopped and then a sound of mechanical collision erupted.

Fran could hear the gears spilling out from their fixed positions and hitting the ground with a clatter, and the crossbar making a screeching sound as something slid across it.

"It's alright, it's just that I didn't maintain my spell well. I'll fix it later," Harbos explained to Fran.

For him, mechanics was not his area of expertise. Even after studying for a period of time, he still often couldn't get the machines running. So he would use magic to forcibly keep the machines running and then slowly troubleshoot them later.

Immediately afterward, Harbos looked at Fran with a complicated expression.

"Next, let's talk about your situation."