A Level 20 Mage's Life Officially Begins

Although Hill truly wished everyone here had died, he still could not bring himself to utter a curse.

If luck did not favor him in that regard, he could not force the issue. No matter who the other person was, he could not erase a stranger's existence merely for a moment's convenience.

If someone really came looking, he could actually disguise himself as this Magus's student.

More than a hundred years was enough for a reasonably talented Mage to advance to Legendary. By this world's terms, that meant a Level 20 Mage who had learned Metamagic Feats.

Hill decided to gradually abandon the way he spoke in Telashir. From now on, when introducing himself, he would say he was Hill, a Level 20 Mage.

"What spells did Mage Santos prefer to use?" Hill slowly exhaled. At last, he had removed every Obsidian brick.

"Wind and lightning." Liszt smiled. "And because of his noble birth, he also liked using rapiers enhanced with Sharpness spells.

However, sir, it would be best not to use that passive buffing spell."

Hill blinked, then finally smiled happily. At least there was some good news.

If this had been a Fire-Element Magus, Hill would have had to take another route.

It was not that he could not disguise himself, but frequently using fire magic was uncomfortable for him as well.

Hill summoned a whirlwind and swept the piled rubble to the outer edge of the Illusion Formation, then raised a section of stone wall outside the small farm.

He divided the Illusion Formation into inner and outer sections. The outer section mainly served as isolation, allowing the place to blend better into its surroundings.

Though there were probably few people who knew of this place, the country that had sold the deed to Santos still existed.