Liszt's face was full of confusion, but that could not hide the faint amusement beneath his expression. He felt that the energy he spent suppressing his laughter now exceeded what he used every day calculating changes in Hill's assets.
He fought back the urge to cough twice before asking and used his calmest tone. "So, sir, could you perhaps inform me of your current Mage and Sorcerer levels?"
Hill raised his eyes gloomily at Liszt and said in a muffled voice, "Sorcerer 35, Mage 29."
Liszt froze... He remembered that when they had arrived on Toril, both of Hill's classes had been level 22, just entering the so-called Demigod range.
That had already been an astonishing number, especially given Hill's age.
But they both knew that as Telashir fully recovered, the aura of Hill's bloodline would grow stronger. Though he still could not compare to divine children born as Demigods, Hill ranked in the upper-middle tier among them.
Otherwise, Hill would not have placed such importance on traveling abroad.
Given his bloodline, as the Earth Goddess of Telashir gradually recovered and perhaps even became a Greater Divine Power, every day Hill remained in Telashir, power would probably be poured directly into his body.
No matter how strong Hill's willpower was or how great his talent as a Mage, he could not keep up with the pace of an entire world's advancement. Leaving Telashir had therefore been Hill's only choice.
He did not want to become one of the Gods of Nature within the Earth Pantheon.
But Hill's Sorcerer class, which came from his bloodline and even his soul, could send him straight to godhood with one careless misstep.
Even after leaving Telashir, his Sorcerer class would continue to rise. But after leaving his home ground, he could at least suppress