After Wei Bai finished tidying up everything around him, he finally walked out of the forest.
By then, the sun was already high in the sky, and the late spring sunlight had begun to warm the air.
As for where Anthony had gone, Wei Bai didn’t really care.
That bird was cunning enough.
If nothing unexpected happened, he’d probably see Anthony back home at night, stuffed full and sleeping more soundly than him in the room.
So, he simply stopped worrying about Anthony.
Wei Bai went to the roadside, stood there to bask in the sun for a while, and didn’t move until he felt his whole body starting to sweat lightly from the heat.
He was planning to visit the Library in Kaven City.
The reason was simple.
Since he had become a proud member of those enjoying wheelchairs as War Mages…no, a distinguished magician, it was only natural to study more magic.
Although he intended to live a stable and peaceful life, now he might already be wanted by the Elf Kingdom, and his identity could be exposed unexpectedly at any time.
He needed to be prepared for emergencies before settling down.
As for how to deal with these things, Wei Bai had to consider it carefully and naturally had to improve his own strength.
If it was a real battle, and the opponents were all ordinary people unable to even truss a chicken, then low-tier magic was indeed as invincible as a miracle.
But what if he encountered a magician?
Or perhaps not just an ordinary magician, but a veteran or even a chief magician? Wouldn’t his magic seem like a child’s play in comparison?
Therefore, Wei Bai had to quickly learn at least one high-tier spell.
Even if he couldn’t win, he should at least be able to run away.
Though that’s what he said, at this moment, holding the book, Wei Bai was inwardly cursing the Founder of Magic.
What is all this written here? Are these incantation initiation spells even something I can understand? Why is this so hard?!
Holding the in his hands, Wei Bai found the more he read, the more he felt an indescribably vast and twisted force trying to invade his mind.
Was this the baptism of knowledge?
Although he understood nothing, it felt as if his reason was being assaulted by an endless wave of information.
He shook his dizzy head and forced himself to focus on every word in the book.
Wei Bai had never systematically studied incantation spells, so he hardly recognized any of the chanting symbols.
If it were just low-tier spells, there would only be a few symbols, and Wei Bai could match them using a pronunciation chart.
But these high-tier spells had dozens of symbols each—just looking at them made his head spin.
Suppressing the urge to toss the book aside, Wei Bai slumped on the sofa, turning the book this way and that.
Finally, among the lines, he made out two words: “Zhang Yu.”
He had clearly already mastered magic, so why was he getting stuck on this critical step of chanting?
As long as he learned the spell, he could cast any magic he knew, but he just couldn’t understand the incantations.
He closed the book in frustration, but less than a second later, he opened it again.
He had just remembered—he still had a cheat he hadn’t used!
Immediately, Wei Bai reached under his clothes to touch the pendant, found the right position, and pressed down hard.
Lines of text appeared before his eyes, clear and unshakable even amid the surrounding interference, flowing constantly.
This was the “Identification” function of the Tear of Lilweiya.
Feeling the change before him, Wei Bai’s heart leaped in joy, and he quickly turned his attention to the book in his hand.
In an instant, the previously obscure and incomprehensible symbols became readable and understandable text.
“High-Tier Magic: Eighth Tier: Heavenly Fire Scorches the Plains.”
“High-Tier Magic: Seventh Tier: Soul Demise.”
“High-Tier Magic: Ninth Tier: Nirvana Fire Rebirth.”
……
Alright…
After reading through, Wei Bai understood what it meant to ask for trouble.
Not to mention that he knew nothing about the spell formulas, the protective and life-saving magic he wanted was extremely rare—most were just common shield walls or armors.
Wei Bai definitely wouldn’t choose those that only protected one side or only protected himself; he wanted full protection.
However, while there wasn’t all-around defensive magic, there seemed to be a spell worth learning.
His eyes fell on a certain spell, and Wei Bai made up his mind.
“High-Tier Magic: Seventh Tier: Anti-Magic Field.”
Though this spell was called a domain, the notes explained that it wasn’t a Domain Magic, but a kind of Field Magic.
Thinking about it, it made sense.
High-tier Domain Magic started at Eighth Tier and above, and all were mana-devouring monsters—he didn’t plan to learn those.
Domain Magic was indeed powerful, but its basic principle was to buff oneself and debuff the enemy.
Wei Bai couldn’t be sure that if he encountered a strong opponent within his domain, his own half-baked magic would be enough to knock the other down with just the pitiful buff.
So he didn’t even look at the domain-type spells.
What a joke—if his own strength wasn’t solid, would he dare to open a room and solo someone 1V1?!
But this spell was special.
Although the name included “domain,” it was categorized as Field Magic.
And its effect—for Wei Bai—was truly flawless, like Nüwa weaving the heavens—seamless.
Anti-Magic Field—as the name implied, after completing the incantation, the caster could spread a coverage area of various sizes as needed, and everyone under its range would have their magic sealed.
In other words, once this spell was activated, everyone within its area could only engage in primal hand-to-hand combat and close-range fighting.
And who was Wei Bai?
A gold-ranked Hero!
His specialty was tanking damage on the frontlines and dishing out damage in return.
Ban all those War Mage spells, and wouldn’t he be able to rampage freely?
It was well-known that magicians were almost doomed if approached—those weak in close combat couldn’t even handle an ordinary guard.
Except for the rare few with special melee preferences.
Thinking of this, Wei Bai unhesitatingly memorized the incantation and effect of Anti-Magic Field, confirmed it several times, then happily hugged the book and walked back to where he’d gotten it.
One shouldn’t be too greedy.
Moreover, this was a Seventh Tier spell and would take time to learn—he needed to find time to properly digest it.
Thinking this, Wei Bai had already reached the corner of the bookshelf.
Just as he turned, a brown shadow bumped into him.
“Ah!”
×2
Two exclamations rang out at the same time.
Wei Bai was fine—after being bumped, he stood there unflinchingly as if nothing had happened.
But the other small brown figure was different.
Because of the rush and speed, after colliding with Wei Bai, she staggered backward and fell onto the floor.
“Uu, sorry.”
The brown shadow sitting on the floor got up, patted the dust off her skirt.
Wei Bai, who had been about to say something, was silenced by this sentence.
His words of reproach were swallowed back, and he could only awkwardly say it was fine.
Once the figure before him stood up, Wei Bai could finally take a closer look at the person he had collided with.
Long brown hair, thin-rimmed glasses, a brown Lolita dress, white knee-high socks covering creamy skin, feet in brown leather shoes, and a pile of alchemy books in her arms.
However, looking at her appearance, Wei Bai couldn’t be sure if she was a girl.
Her chest was as flat as a barren field, her height unusually short.
No wonder Wei Bai had run into her—she barely reached his chest.
It was no surprise her presence was easily overlooked.
“If you’re alright, sir, I’ll take my leave.”
Seeing Wei Bai scrutinize her, the girl seemed unconcerned.
She glanced at Wei Bai’s expression, then regained a proper and elegant smile, raising her foot to walk around him.
But Wei Bai stopped her.
Or rather, “stopped” wasn’t accurate—the words Wei Bai said made her pay attention, causing her blood pressure to spike.
“Are underage kids all researching alchemy these days?”
The smile on the girl’s face stiffened for a moment, but soon returned to normal.
She gripped her books more tightly, then looked at Wei Bai and suddenly smiled.
The girl suddenly turned and gave him a sweet smile, which truly caught Wei Bai off guard, leaving him frozen for a couple of seconds.
“Sir, please mind your words. Speaking rudely about a lady in public brings retribution.”