Durin's Mage's robe was taken for cleaning. He sat in the room, perusing the last spell recorded in the spellbook: Frost Slow.
Durin was quite envious of the effect produced by this spell.
Even with his robust physique, facing the Frost Slow spell released by the Lich, the incredibly biting low temperature produced by the magic would still cause his epidermal cells to rapidly freeze and shed, followed by all his fat, muscles, and blood becoming significantly sluggish.
He scrutinized the composite rune model of the Frost Slow spell, attempting to mentally and magically sketch it in mid-air, but the next moment, a strong sense of rejection surged from within him.
"Ugh!"
Durin felt his stomach churn, and he couldn't help but dry heave, almost throwing up his dinner from the night before.
During the dry heaving, this strong sense of rejection directly caused Durin to feel dizzy and see stars, almost falling off the bed as his memories began to become chaotic.
His vision alternated: one moment he was in the tavern room he was currently in, the next he was in an unfamiliar room he had never seen before, then a vast expanse of yellow sand, and then a study bathed in sunlight.
Durin quickly stopped the flow of magic within his body, forcing his mental power to detach from the composite rune model of the Frost Slow spell.
"Huff ~ Huff ~"
Durin gasped for air, his face instantly much paler. He could feel his mental power as if a large jar of it had been violently pumped out, leaving him in a state of mental exhaustion.
What's going on? Can't I learn it?
Is it because my attuned element is fire, so I can't learn ice-attribute spells?
Durin felt a little confused.
Knock knock!
Just then, an orderly knocking sound came from the door.
"Master Mage, it's me, Santanbi. I have something I'd like to discuss with you."
A familiar male voice sounded from outside the door.
Durin managed to stand up from the bed, then opened the door and said in a deep voice, "Come in and speak!"
Santanbi, the gravekeeper, quickly nodded and bowed. A fawning smile appeared on his thin, dark face, and he respectfully said, "It's like this, Master Mage. I went to the graveyard and saw the situation. I truly didn't expect a Lich to appear in the graveyard. Thank you very much for your help. I'm willing to pay double the original reward, which is one gold cogwheel, as your compensation, and I hope you won't tell anyone else about this information."
One gold cogwheel?
Durin was a little surprised; he hadn't expected the other party to go to such lengths.
From 12 silver lun coins to one gold cogwheel, is the gravekeeper business that lucrative?
Durin wasn't sure, but this compensation had greatly exceeded his expectations. In his original estimation, asking for about 18 silver lun coins would have been enough.
"Alright!"
Durin agreed.
Santanbi, as if relieved, took out a gleaming coin from his pocket and placed it in Durin's hand.
After getting the money, Durin also felt his stomach rumbling, so he went downstairs with Santanbi.
As Durin descended the stairs, he saw a bottle of mellow spirits warming on a small charcoal stove. The air was filled with the aroma of cooking oil and rich meat.
The tavern owner behind the bar was very quick at grilling these small meat skewers. In no time, he sprinkled some cumin powder on them and served them to Durin; there were about twenty skewers on the plate.
Durin picked up a skewer, opened his mouth, and took a bite.
Unlike the taste of chicken skewers, these small pork skewers tasted even more delicious. The fat on the fatty meat sizzled as it grilled, filling the entire skewer with aroma, and combined with the seasoning of cumin powder, it greatly satisfied Durin's craving for meat.
He immediately fell in love with these skewers and finished them in no time.
Next, Durin picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken cutlet, and put it into his mouth along with the rice, slowly chewing.
The taste of the fried chicken cutlet and rice blended together, making the overall flavor excellent. Paired with a small bottle of warmed spirits, it gave the tired Durin a unique taste.
After eating and drinking his fill, Durin left the tavern. He was wearing his clean Mage's robe, which had even been sprayed with air freshener, and his clean spiked mace was slung at his waist.
He boarded the tram, paid the fare, and headed to the "Jindai Luo Sphere" square. He needed to go to Piltover University to continue his classes.
The time announced on the tram was 11:00 AM.
Piltover University spans over 460 hectares, with its iconic Irelia Library being the largest library in Piltover University and within the city itself.
It is located in the center of the university, with the residences of Instructors and Professors behind it. The various laboratories within the university are uniformly located on the right side, and the remaining space is dedicated to the teaching areas of each discipline.
By the time Durin arrived, in the giant lecture hall, Instructor Ashley, dressed in a women's suit, was tidying up teaching materials on the podium, while students below were gradually leaving their seats.
Clearly, the weekly Monday morning public compulsory course—Magic Rune Course—had already ended.
Piltover University's Magic Academy has always adopted a laissez-faire approach to management. Free courses only teach Mage Apprentices basic knowledge and how to maintain their identity outside of the academy. For example: Social Image Management and Ancient and Modern Art Appreciation.
Even if they couldn't become Mages, these students could still become qualified Scholars based on their Mage Apprentice status.
The school firmly believed in one principle: a talented Mage Apprentice, even if left to be undisciplined, could still become a qualified Mage based on their talent.
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