[Second update, Old Moon continues typing Chapter Three... Thanks to "Rough Worker" and "h2o_" for the tips!]
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A whirlwind appeared out of thin air, whipping up the dust, dirt, and gravel on the ground as it howled and spun continuously.
Keen, the bandit leader, wore a look of intense excitement; this was his first time casting a spell.
Despite failing to control his mental power properly due to his excitement, causing the whirlwind to dissipate quickly, Keen did not care. As long as the spell model in his sea of consciousness remained intact, he could practice slowly in the days to come.
"Not bad. You have basically grasped the whirlwind, and you are now an introductory-level spellcaster. From here on, you only need to increase your mental power and find more zero-level spells suited to yourself, and your strength will continue to grow!"
Merlin said calmly. He had stayed here for a day, explaining some common knowledge about spellcasters and points to watch out for to Keen, and then helped Keen successfully simulate the spell model of the whirlwind in his sea of consciousness.
"I should be leaving."
Merlin stood up. Seeing that Keen had fully mastered the whirlwind, the transaction between them had concluded. Each took what they needed, benefiting both parties.
Keen glanced at Merlin and, after a moment of contemplation, said, "If you are heading to the Black Moon Kingdom, I will send a team of men to accompany you. With members of the Hurricane Bandits present, you will not encounter any more bandit raids along the way."
Merlin nodded. Although Old Wilson's strength as a heavy armored knight meant he did not fear ordinary bandits, dealing with a constant stream of bandits along the road would still be very troublesome. Being able to avoid such