Chapter 132: Hat

Chapter 132: Hat

Do you think through your every decision?

I dont.

Thats how I ended up with a Wallorian Treasurer, a white pig of exceptional value. Stan was telling me, moments ago, that it costed us around five hundred gold coins. Thats fair. From what Lord Juler told me, this little thing is probably worth much, much more.

I cleaned up an empty room for Princess Bianca and asked if she preferred resting alone or keeping me company while I was doing some magic.

And thats the story of how a little pig watched with mild interest me doing magic.

Thank God, Princess Laura finally calmed down. Its hard to explain some jokes to her. Shes very mercurial about this stuff. And the problem is, I could not take my words back in front of Princess Bianca, could I?

You finally decided to go back to magic after all that fooling around. You completed the Cantrips, but you still have to consult the book, dont you?

Thats true.

After the whole Stanimal debacle, I didnt check the book.

Book, I say while taking it out of my bag of holding.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

The big tome levitates in front of me and Bianca snorts with interest. Im about to peer down the new ink thats appearing when a loud squeal comes from my side. Looking down, I see an outraged Bianca looking at me like an idiot. She points her small front leg at the book and then at herself. Her outrage is a dangerous crescendo.

Im not entirely sure what she means

Wallorian Treasurers can often read, Joey Luciani. She wants to read what the book is saying.

Can I make it a bit smaller? I ask with a grimace.

Not really. See, I had just told the [Queen of Witches], or whatever her wretched class was, that those hats were silly. A witchs hat doesnt actually do much apart from the general We didnt talk about rituals and eidetic magic, did we? Well, suffice to say its magic relying on the supernatural. Symbols, faith, empathy with the world. [Mages] have always been disgusted by such practices. Its not science. Its just

Excuse me if I interrupt you, Lord Juler, I say. Are you telling me that you didnt put any [Resize] spell or whatever on this ungodly hat? And, on top of that, that you created such an artifact to spite witches?

Well, you should have seen that womans face. It took me a year to find all the necessary materials and put together enough craftsmen. The interior is made of softened dragon leather it is quite luxurious, yes, but its also a necessity because I suffered from these red patches on my head from the stress. When you find the right person to work dragon leather, it becomes the perfect interior for anything you have to wear on your skin.

As the man blabbered as per usual, I felt a tingle on my skin.

Then, I noticed the book made some more ink appear.

This is a great gift and it must be worn at all times. You can only take it away for necessity or sleep before you reach the rank of [Archmages]. Before then, any transgression of this rule will get you an electric shock every ten minutes.

Oh. I forgot about that part. I must have removed it from the memories I retained. Thats what happens when you use too many skills to remember things. Your soul gets weaker.

Putting aside the instant revelation that the soul has something to do with memories. Do I have to wear this ridiculous headpiece, now? And wait. Wouldnt witches get angry at me for ridiculing them?

Dragons too. Im not sure what their foreign politics is at the moment. But using their bodies to craft things is a big taboo.

Wait. Didnt I steal you from a Dragon or something? I said, starting to sweat.

Yes. That one is or maybe was a bitch. Pardon my language.

I slowly put the hat on top of my head, while Princess Bianca squealed in delight at the sight of such an artifact.

Why, Lady Luckjust why? Why does it have to be always me?