HBWnovel Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Chapter 41 Translator: Seven
“Ah! You are a child of the Blake Family. And you’ve been a student of the Westroad Academy for two years.”
“I dropped out of school.”
“Dropped out? Westroad Academy is a very prestigious institution, famous for its systematic curriculum.”
Usually, only wizards above the age of 30 who could handle themselves would enter towers because of the slightly neglectful manner in which they were treated.
Nik wondered why he had come to the magic tower, but he had no courage to pry further than necessary.
“Hmm…I see. How long do you intend to stay at the tower?”
“I think it will be about half a year.”
Half a year.
It was a time that was neither too long nor too short.
“It will cost 1 gold coin for 6 months. Meals are served twice, in the mornings and evenings and facilities like the library or training centre are free except for special places.”
“That’s very cheap.”
It was already pretty normal for it to cost as much as 1 gold coin to stay in an inn for a month.
Didn’t that mean that staying at the tower only cost around 20 silver coins a month, including the cost of using the library and training centre?
“That’s because this is a place of learning. We are willing to accept anyone as long as they meet the minimum requirement for talent and dedication.”
“This is a great place.”
“Haha. Thank you. And this…is the pass to enter the magic tower.”
Nik handed a ring to Frey.
It was a simple silver ring that had numbers inscribed on the band. (Note: proposal?)
“You don’t need to wear it all the time, but it costs 1 silver coin to get another one in the event that it is lost.”
“I understand.”
Frey put the ring on his finger.
“The number engraved on the ring is also the number for the room you will be staying in.”
“It has 6-13 inscribed on it.”
“That means the 13th room on the 6th floor. You should be able to use it right away. Just put the ring in the groove on the door and it will open. It is the same process to lock it.”
Frey thanked Nik before immediately heading to his room.
It was a small room, but it had everything that he would need.
A single bed, a desk, a chair and a table to eat on.
Frey felt that they had used this narrow space to the max. Above all, he liked the fact that it had windows.
They were at just the right height so that the view outside was really clear, and it was quite the sight.
Frey unpacked before roughly hanging his robe over the chair. Then he sat on the bed and began to contemplate his future plans.
‘The first objective is to completely digest the Frozen River. To do that, I’ll need to make Torkunta’s heart into an elixir.’
Frey took a glass bottle from his bag.
Inside this bottle was the compressed heart of the Drake King Torkunta, which was shining a bright red similar to magma.
‘It would work if I took it just like this but…’
Frey wanted to get the maximum effect.
Torkunta’s heart would certainly be of great help to him if he was able to digest it perfectly as well.
‘When it comes to fire and water magic, I would have power similar to that of transcendents.’
And that would be a great help to him in his fight against the Demigods.
To make the best elixir he could, he would need the best ingredients, the best recipe and the best manufacturer.
Frey was no stranger to making elixirs.
Rather, he had quite a high level of knowledge, but he still didn’t think that it was enough.
“I have to go through the books in the library.”
The 3rd Magic Tower’s library!
This was the most decisive reason that he had come to this place.
Frey immediately left his room in
Besides this woman was his teacher.
There was nothing more difficult than trying to determine the age of an elf. Both Camille and Liamson appeared to be in their 20s.
Camille’s eyes turned cold.
“You still haven’t fixed your habit of sticking to warriors yet.”
“B-, but…”
“You should properly ask the other person’s opinion first. There are times when warriors are restrained by their own beliefs.”
“…”
Liamson bowed his head at those words.
Then Frey spoke.
“I don’t care. If it’s just a battle.”
The two elves turned to look at him in surprise. They did not think that anyone there would be able to understand their conversation.
Even Camille who had remained expressionless so far, could not hide her surprised expression.
“…you, you know how to speak Elvish?”
Frey nodded.
“A little.”
(Note:
1- So this is your chance to give a bit of feedback guys. Should I call it ‘mana vein’ or ‘leyline’ or if you have other suggestions, then you can comment your choice.)