A lengthy explanation finally concluded to which Silrat’s face had turned into a few different expressions of distraught throughout.
He honestly hadn’t expected to hear such a tale. The fact that were so many victims already was rather disturbing (Skullius lied) with the case of the Paladin Champion offering her help to Skullius causing her to keel over shocking him to his core.
When he had heard this account before, he had pictured sothing different.
Killing a Paladin Champion wasn’t a joke. After all, they were peak fighting forces that were rarely deployed.
Ultimately, his opinion over this curse that Skullius described was… very concerning.
The details were rather specific but that made it even more nacing as the effects, as explained by Skullius, seed to be sure-fire and extrely deadly even to victims at higher stages of power.
“So… you an to tell that everyone who helps you, with only your benefit in mind, will all die without exception?” Silrat asked with a troubled expression.
“Yes,” Skullius gave a succinct reply.
“And this creature you ntioned, is the one that causes this if you do not heed its instructions?”.
“Yes.”
“I see. That is rather troubleso.”
Silrat had begun to wonder if he would fall to the curse since he had the intent to assist Skullius but the Discount Human had reassured him that obviously this wasn’t true as both parties were privy to the fact that they were in for their own benefit.
Silrat had made it clear that his help required sothing in return.
“I can now understand why you resorted to such drastic actions without batting an eyelid if this ie what you’re dealing with. However, you must understand that your follow-up feat of lying to Terian and Damilla back then has sowed so seeds of distrust to your later actions. The ways in which I can help you are limited, especially when it cos to the City Lord’s authority. I would have to use external factors… like a particular talented young man,” said Silrat as he stroked his chin.
‘Huh?’ Skullius raised a brow in confusion.
Who would that be?
Silrat shook his head lightly as if dispelling his current thoughts.
“Now. Before we move on to the next item of discussion, I would like to know one last thing. How did you co to learn magecraft?”
“Huh?”
“I an to say that I have a fair share of experience with Mages and all of them, despite having quirky personalities and odd behaviours, they tend to have vast wells of knowledge along with a stable mana core of blue or higher that already has a Reflective Sigil Matrix. You lack both of these things. Terian noticed and so did I. Which is why I ask, how did you co to learn Magecraft without the basics?”
Skullius was utterly confused.
Reflective what?
Vast wells of knowledge?
Well…
“Hmmm,” Silrat humd as a big grin etched itself deeper into his face. “You’re a natural Mage aren’t you?”
Skullius was stunned.
That was one way to put it.
All things considered, he really was a natural Mage… with a cheat that allowed him to learn skills more than 10 tis faster than everyone else and more.
There was no way he could pose as a true Mage under experienced gazes it seed.
Just how many requirents were needed for one to beco a Mage?
“Uhm… yes?”
“Ha! I knew it! You’re the catch of the century! I’m glad I battled those fools to have you under my custody! To think they’d let you go after having assud this fact!” Silrat exclaid.
Indeed, Terian had actually thought about bringing Skullius under his wing if the latter was proven to be innocent. The reason he had entertained this thought was because he had seen that Skullius had but a re white core and a crude foundation which when combined still worked for him to do so impressive things.
However, having a disciple who was convicted of multiple cris, including murder would be a stain on his record.
‘This is a strange situation…’ Skullius thought.
He was entertaining the idea of potentially partnering with Silrat, IF, what the man needed him for wasn’t too outlandish because he had no choice.
It was either that or death by Doom Factor 2 at the hands of that… that…bitch…yes, bitch, Damilla.
The choice was relatively easy.
“What exactly do you want from exactly?” Skullius asked.
“In all truth, there is a wide variety of benefits that co with nurturing soone like you. One is to have you owe big ti while giving you enough resources to consolidate your strength as a Mage. Or I could simply send you off to a big city with a larger branch of the Guilds Association which would also bear its own perks for including protection from the repercussions of your cris. Those are only the more obvious benefits. I am yet to decide,” Silrat replied as he stroked his hands like a villain.
“Alright. And what do I get?”
“I can tell you what you can’t get, well.. that’s easier to identify. Freedom is out of the picture for now, even though I’ll give you a sufficient amount of privacy with no surveillance. That will be a different situation when the Capital service goons co to question you though.”
Only freedom was barred.
This ant that Skullius could ask for anything else?
That was quite a heavy declaration.
“I always make do on my promises. This isn’t a charity, young man. Its a trade. I can even arrange for you to get your money’s worth with the lessons you had paid for at the College of Battle Arts. You could continue with your sword lessons, as you had before… weird as that may be for soone like you.”
“Oh… that doesn’t sound bad at all. But still… how will you keep your word?” Skullius asked.
“What better way than the old fashioned one?” Silrat said as he smiled.
“A Tie of Exchange of course.”
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