The moon hung like a silver plate, stars filling the sky.
On the empty high slope, Romon stood there for quite some time before slowly opening his eyes.
A faint green glow still lingered around him.
"Sure enough, it's ingenious!" Thinking of what he had gained tonight, Romon sighed, then lazily lay flat on the grass, his hands pillowing his head as he gazed at the sky and pondered quietly.
After returning from the Royal Capital, he had been busy handling matters in the territory and had had no time to digest the various Druid materials he had seen and copied down there.
Yesterday, he had arranged the autumn harvest matters, allowing himself to relax a little.
Only then did Romon find the leisure to select the materials he currently needed most from those he had acquired earlier and study them carefully.
Having gained some insight, he hurried outside and began quietly experimenting under the open sky.
Even though Druid power came from nature's divine gifts, a Druid's own initiative, and the combination of nature and spells, were equally important.
Yet at his current level, taking another step upward was truly difficult, and he could not help letting out a faint sigh.
Then he thought again that attaining his current achievements was already beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The higher one's level, the harder it became to advance—he understood that much.
"Lightning!" Romon raised his head. Seeing the black shadow circling endlessly beneath the night sky, he called out.
Carrying the sound of wind, Lightning descended from the sky.
"Master, do you wish to return?" Lightning looked at Romon and asked.
"Yes, let's go back!" Romon flipped himself up from the ground, dusted the dirt from his clothes, and said.
Lightning obediently lowered his body, allowing Romon to climb