Chapter 135: Star Fall (18)

Chapter 135: Star Fall (18)

F-Flameball!

Slap!

Ron Diades [Dancing Sparks]!

Slap!

Ahhhh! Flames born from the grave of ashes! Suffocate the enemy and make them writhe! [Ash Flame]!

Schlappp!

Hm, the last one was a pretty strong one. He mustve known that I wasnt going to attack first, so hes been progressively using stronger spells that take more time to use, and thanks to that, I was feeling a little anemic from all of the blood that Blood Armor was using to block the attacks.

Rattle, rattle.

Hey, you going okay over there? The average adult has thirty-two teeth so you should have about twenty-four left. I dont have much time to spare, so lets speed it up a little, alright? Get those stronger spells out! Then Ill get more momentum to knock out the rest of them faster.

Uahhh auhhhh

As Professor asked the man while picking up the uprooted teeth, the mage crawled backwards and latched onto the cloth of the crimson robe.

T-teacher! T-t-t-this isnt right! That monster used deceiving words to trick us and used physical strength to assault me during a mages battle! This is an assault, not a duel, so it would be self-defense! Teacher, burn that ma

[Sticky Flame]!

Flwoom!

Agghhhhh!

The mage with the red beard, who had been scowling even harder than he had been during his argument with Ottman, cast a spell, and Sebrams busted face erupted into flames.

Aaahhhh! H-hot! It burnsss! Teacher! Please stop! Pleaseeee!!!

My student has displayed some unpleasant behavior.

I think it should be is displaying, not was. Is he alright? Being a fire mage doesnt make them immune to all fire, doesnt it?

The mage, who looked back at his student at my question, then turned back with a defiant huff.

Hmph! If he is burned by those flames, then that is all he was capable of. I have never taught a student who cannot endure embers like that, so dying would just mean he was lazy with his training. It is not my problem from there!

Well, doesnt really matter to me since thats your business. But anyway, your mage ran away, so do you accept defeat?

That How dare a mere water mage mock the Lone Flame

When heat waves started to rise from the trembling mages body, he leaped behind a counter to protect himself. Malcur was either at the peak of a Level 4 mage or at the beginning of a Level 5. If a mage who had the title of Blue Flame started to shoot their fire around the place, then a tavern like this was easily going to become a nice toasty campfire.

I cannot accept this! It is impossible! Water cannot beat fire! I, Blue Flame Malcur, will prove

Few- w- w- t-!

Eurgh!

Hey! Whatcha tryin to do? This is a duel with an official referee, and heres one side that just runs away and then tries to call it quits! I know mages are supposed to be eccentric and all, but this is too much, dontcha think?

Just before Malcur released all of the heat he had collected, five daggers from the corner of the tavern flew precisely towards his vitals. Instantly layering together the small chains of flames, he succeeded in blocking the daggers, but he had needed to cancel the attack spell he was preparing to release.

Who was that? Who dares disturb the Lone Flame Academy?

The Halfling thats referee, you old man! It wouldnt matter if they were just duking it out between themselves, but theres money on the line here! Are you gonna pay the fee if the match gets called off? Huh?

Indeed. Not only did he flee from a fair match, but the man called his teacher, is not accepting their loss, and is threatening the winner. That wont do.

Lets see! Ive downed a good amount of booze and feel sty after losing my money, so why not swing around my axe a bit?

Oy, you say your name was Malcur? I hate to break it to you, but most of the guys here work under the title Warrior, you know? We execute justice for a living!

When the customers inside the tavern started to throw criticism at the man, Malcur shouted right back at them.

Y-you mere garbage who does not know a single thing about the flame!

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Creak!

Grooaan!

Thud! Thud thud! Crash!

Woahhh, he cursed! The mage cursed!

Goodness! Trash? My heart of justice was just insulted! Im not gonna take that! I challenge you to a duel, mage!

They say that the Lone Flame is infamous for their eccentricities, even among the fire-type academies, making it hard for them to maintain any social relationships And right they were. Its hard to stand even listening to them.

Is it a fight? I want in, too!

Were fighting! Bring my gauntlets!

Take mine, too!

Booooo! Buzz off!

Watching Professor start to fight with the first opponent in the empty circle created in the middle of the tavern, with all of the other warriors also pulling out their weapons, the tavern master cradled a framed photograph of his wife in his arms and started to bawl. The cheers and sounds of powerful blows drowned out the cries of a widowed man who had been running a tavern alone in the capital.

So, not only did you fight with those fire mages, but you also sparred with the other customers and made this mess?

Uh yes. Consequently speaking. But you know me. If I dont abuse my body enough every day, then Ill be consumed by the infection agents. I couldnt help

Wow. Great job. Welllllll done. Thanks to that, we are now going to sleep on the streets! Where are we supposed to go now?

That night, when Borka and Aldrich returned, they found the tavern with the ceiling of its second floor caved in and Professor holding their belongings covered in wounds. They immediately prepared for battle, but after listening to what happened, they just stood there with their mouths gaping open. A Warrior just sparred with people for money? And the others just said yes?

Ottman, you should have stopped him!

W-well I was cheering for him when he fought with the fire mage

And! W-w-what about the sparring or something?

I did think they were going too far and went to stop them, but the Halfling that took all of the money disappeared! When I went to chase him down and returned empty-handed, the tavern was already in this state

Then you gave a Halfling money and expected them not to run away with it? I have not ever seen a bigger dimwit than this! To think that a man like you was next to a Halfling. I would need to think of it as a fortune that we did not get the money we had stolen.

A-ahem! Hm!

Do not tell me our Shillings, too?

M-my apologies

My goodnesss, whyyyyy?!!

Aldrich felt like he saw the skies turn yellow. He just came back from training his new, well-mannered, and talented student to find that the leader of their party had demolished the inn they were staying in, and the one that should have been stopping him had been robbed. And not just anything, but the bag of silver coins that he gave to Ottman because there were many souls who had grudges against silver coins!

Goodness gracious. No wonder there is a saying amongst Soulbinders that says evil spirits are fine, but to always avoid the spirit of a mage. Are all mages like this?

They are from what I know. It was Ottman, who had been far too normal for a mage until now. And Professor he has never been inside the range of ordinary, so this is normal.

Grwugh. Ghost oldie teacher. Growing male, fight often. If they do not fight when they want to, grows as small male. Big small human made good choice.

Notum I knew you would be on my side!

Knowing that he had done something wrong, Professor had his head hanging down in the corner, but just as he was about to hug Notum for her warm encouragement, he jumped back in surprise at the white haze with peoples faces hovering around her.

W-what are those? Did you get cursed while you went gravedigging?

They are dead people. Ghost oldie teacher said to try calm the spirits heart, so I said they got so rotten from staying in one place, so they should go travel, and now its following me.

Then you persuaded all of those people?

No, the rest of them followed the first one. They must be friends.

Looking up, there werent just a couple of spirits floating around Notum. A few of them were strong enough that he could see them clearly even in the sunlight, and there were too many of the hazy ones that he couldnt count.

Unlike foolish Ottman and yourself, Notum spent an incredibly beneficial time! There are even fewer Soulbinders than dark mages, so we usually discuss with each other if there is any chance we meet, but I have never seen someone with so much talent in Soulbinding in my life! Skills that others take decades to realize are just instinctual to her! To think that a child like this has lived as an ordinary troll in the forest for yearsif she had by any chance been subjugated by ignorant humans, then that would have been one of the biggest losses in human history! I can say this with my name on the line!

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- Jokass : Whoever posted the Guide for Easy Money in World 3, better erase that~ Theyre saying its the stupidest thing to happen in GG history~

- Soygaybar : Got a copy of the original text. [It wont be easy to start barehanded just after the Noble Wars ended. Theres this strange troll in the forest next to Turan, and theyre really dumb and nave so they listen to whatever the person says. You can talk them into following you or just cut through their tendons to sell to the circus to make easy cash.]

- Holli : How could they to such a kind and innocent troll. QnQ

- Noru_is_druig : LMAOOOO Theyre actually changing the post. You looking at this OP! What about the tendons of this kid? Apologize rn!

- Soygaybar : Fact. The first one to sell Notum was Rabbit Princess.

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It would have been only about 20 thousand Shillings if he sold Notum to the circus, but Notums potential couldnt even be converted into money.

Just like how bamboo shoots or bean sprouts grow, she was quite literally improving by the day. Unlike other normal growth-type Hero Units who were treated as important units for future seeds, Notum would do her share in the party in just a few, no, in just a month.

It seems we got sidetracked, but where do we go now? Professor, can you somehow arrange a new place to stay through the church?

Mmm that is possible too, but lets just leave now that things happened this way.

Leave? To where? It does not look like the enemy will be moving anytime soon. Are we a separate troop again?

When Aldrich complained to me with an irritated expression, I showed him the letter that the Archbishop gave me instead of responding.

What is this? [Penitence to the brethren I have abandoned]?

I cant tell you the contents because its classified information about the church, but just think of it as a secret letter from the Archbishop to the other races. And obviously you cant tell anybody you saw this.

I am not that stupid. Anyway, if you are carrying the Archbishops secret letter, then it means you are the messenger, but the recipient

Are the other races. Our party is to go visit the leader of each race, deliver them the apologies of the Lights Order, and persuade them to send us reinforcements.

Oh goodness, the Lights Order, symbol of human supremacy, actively looking to make up with the other species? What a historical event.

Aldrich scanned Professor from his feet up and let out a deep sigh.

Do you not think that this is a little too important of an event to mention in front of a half-destroyed person wearing tattered rags?

Woah, Soulbinder, sir. Its the spirit that matters, no?

You and your silver tongue. So, where is it that we are going first?

Im thinking of the Forest of the World Tree west of the Blue Line, the Great Forest in the south, or the desert region in the east but we probably need to choose from them.

It might be possible to make it to all three if they rushed, but there was only one letter from the Archbishop. As important a quest item as this was, it was probably unwritten advice from the system to choose just one.

Monster-type races like elves, orcs, and trolls, or the Ancient Humans in the east, that you cant be distinguished as either human or a different species. Which side should we choose?

With the singular letter from the Archbishop in his hand, Professor fell into deep thought.