Chapter 125. Informing
Fran carefully examined the worn book in front of her and cursed loudly:
“(Expletive), Lord of Radiance...”
“(Expletive), Lord of Radiance (Expletive)...”
After she finished speaking, the book showed no response, and the air fell silent.
Fran raised an eyebrow, knowing that the book had returned to its original state when she first received it.
It seed the entity could barely hear her words and could only be commanded in such a way. Even information likely needed to be carefully phrased before it could be transmitted.
If the Lord of Radiance had clarified matters from the start, Fran wouldn't have ford such a poor opinion of it.
But now that she was in the material world, Fran had no intention of helping the Lord of Radiance find followers.
She needed its assistance in the Spirit Realm, but in the material world, Fran had other ans to get help from others.
She tossed the book under the bed, dusted her hands off, and then thought of sothing.
“Can I still use that divine magic?” she wondered, then imdiately began testing.
Her divine magic all ca from the Lord of Radiance. Although those abilities were still listed on her panel, divine magic was clearly sothing bestowed by the gods. Without the god, what could she still use?
She hurriedly tried, and to her surprise, she found that with the exception of the Light Prayer spell, which she could still cast as usual in the material world, the rest of the divine spells were still usable, but...
Including the Radiant Shield, the consumption of these spells had increased dramatically, almost doubling the spiritual cost compared to before.
The most alarming was Radiant Blessing, which now consud half of her spirit with a single casting, several dozen tis more than before.
“Guess it’s just a stat boost, then.”
The increased cost of these abilities made using them inefficient. Fran already had more powerful abilities than these divine spells, and with the cost increase, they beca practically useless to her.
So, she decided not to use them, treating the Radiant Priest class as just a way to increase her attributes.
She really didn’t want to focus on the priest class unless it was absolutely necessary.
“Now, I need to find a first-tier lee class.”
Her Mage class was almost maxed out, and her spiritual power far exceeded that of a regular first-tier mage.
There wasn’t much more she could gain in that regard. To increase her combat abilities, she needed a lee class.
“But just like a formal mage, first-tier lee classes are hidden and hard to find.”
She knew that the promotion thods for any first-tier class were typically concealed, controlled by major factions. If you weren’t one of them, you’d never gain access.
“Well, I’ll take it slow. For now, I’ll practice my spells, get them to extraordinary proficiency, and aim for the first-tier version. In a few months, I’ll go find Instructor Habos.”
She laid out her training plan, deciding to focus on practicing Sword Dance and Earth Spikes—two first-tier skills she had seen in a future vision. She would focus on mastering these two first.
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Two months later, with roughly three months remaining until the apprentice evaluation, it also marked exactly one year since Fran arrived in this world.
Fran knocked on the door of a peculiar building.
This building was huge, about the size of two football fields, with a height of about five ters. From the outside, there was no second floor.
The exterior was all white, with no patterns, and the large door bore a hamr-and-anvil design. Other than that, the building was very clean.
This was the exclusive workshop of Fran's ntor, Habos. He had ordered it from the Construction School when he first arrived in the City of Apprentices, and it had only been completed three months ago.
Fran had been busy practicing her spells and increasing her proficiency, so this was the first ti she had co to Habos’s workshop.
Habos had assud that Fran wanted to focus on researching spell creation, so he hadn’t actively sought her out.
In Habos’s view, once she had learned the basics from her ntor, she should practice on her own. That’s how he had done it when he was in the Elental School.
He also knew that Fran had successfully created a spell, and her textbook was already completed.
All that remained was to secure a ranking in the evaluation, and she would officially beco a first-tier mage.
So, he hadn’t interfered. Many things couldn’t be learned until becoming a first-tier mage. Though the evaluation was still a while off, even if she learned now, it would just be theoretical knowledge.
Thus, aside from the few months at the beginning when they confird their ntor-student relationship, they hadn’t t for a while.
“Co in.”
The door opened with this voice, and Fran could hear the sound of gears turning and steam being released.
It seed her ntor had been studying a lot of machinery during this ti, Fran thought to herself.
As the door opened, what caught her eyes first were large machines, quickly operating on the floor, with the air very humid, and the entire workshop filled with a thin white mist.
Fran was shocked by the massive pipes and large rotating wheels, with gears tightly shing at certain points, whirring as they spun.
The workshop had many ventilation systems, but they were useless against these massive machines. The air was still thick with white mist.
This looks like an enlarged version of the steam engine I made, Fran thought, staring at the massive horizontal device.
She had imagined that a fourth-tier mage’s productivity would be much faster than her hand-crafted pace during her apprenticeship, but she hadn’t expected it to be this fast.
Almost the entire space of three basketball courts was filled with machinery, and on another open area, there were many piles of tal materials.
Habos was hidden behind the machines. He flew down from the air and landed in front of Fran.
“What brings you here?” Habos asked.
Fran extended her arm forward in an apprentice’s salute and then spoke.
“ntor, I’ve beco a formal mage.”
Habos, still caught in the daze from his interrupted thoughts, froze for a mont when he heard Fran's words.
“You’ve beco a formal mage!!” Habos’s pupils contracted, and his hand froze in place as he said in shock.
At the sa ti, the nearby machinery seed to react to his shock. The whole system suddenly froze, followed by the sounds of clashing tal.
Fran could hear the gears spilling from their fixed places and the loud screeches as horizontal bars were dragged across sothing.
“It’s fine, I just didn’t maintain the spell properly. I’ll fix it later,” Habos explained to Fran.
For him, machinery wasn’t his forte. Even after studying it for so ti, he still often couldn’t get the machines to work. So, he used spells to force the machines to operate, planning to debug them later.
Then, Habos looked at Fran with a complex expression.
“Now, let’s talk about you.”
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