Glenn learned from Varro and rolled out his tongue too. He was a little kid before this old, old man. He then continued in a low voice. "The two sort of sorcerers have their respective strengths. They’re accordingly divided by the Holy Tower of Seven Rings on purpose and serves a big purpose. The Black sorcerers would lose to Bright ones if the fight was on a large scale unless the Black ones could undergo quantitative change. If this recently ended war were bigger in size, I dare to speculate that it would have been the 12th that got routed."
Norris cast a glance at Glenn in satisfaction. "This is not only the case for the Holy Tower of Seven Rings. The other Holy Towers are the same, and you’ll know the power of Bright sorcerers the minute you became a Demon-Hunter. They’re the main force of the sorcerers. Although we’re inclined toward developing Black ones, it’s necessary to cultivate Bright ones as the main force for explorations." Glenn was illuminated, thoughtful.
Glenn knew that there were seven holy towers on the sorcerer continent, their names being the Holy Tower of One Ring, the Holy Tower of Two Rings, continuing up to the Holy Tower of Seven Rings. He also knew that there were holy towers in the underground world and on some major islands (they’re land as for the locals) called the Sky Holy Tower and the Holy Tower of Black Wild. He had no way of knowing if there were others.
However, Glenn guessed that there would be at most two more holy towers in this sorcerer world, because anything related to holy towers had much to do with a Necromancer, a level seven sorcerer! Even with the profound cultures of the sorcerer world, there wouldn’t be Necromancy in large numbers.
However, with only limited number of Necromancies, the sorcerer world was guaranteed to dominate over adjoining worlds and thus a civilization gave birth.
Truthfully, matters concerning the different holy towers were not what worried Glenn. What was urgent was the upcoming Seven Rings’ tryout, and he couldn’t help but ask his mentor about it.
"The tryout…"
There was a pause. "As far as the Holy Tower of Seven Rings is concerned, there are 28 jurisdictions and 226 sorcerer schools." Norris went on. "To better the recruitment for potential sorcerers, the 28 areas are divided into five camps. Camp 1-5, 11-15 belong to camp of Black sorcerers. Camp 6-10, 16-20 are Bright ones and the rest are the Mix camp. 200 students per camp will be selected for the tryout."
Glenn frowned. "The Mix camp!"
The Mix camp was a mix-up of both Bright and Black sorcerers where they were in constant wrestles and the regulations were harsher to better adapt to war conditions.
Norris continued lightly. "The students from the camp are generally the best and they represent the highest battle capacity of the Holy Tower. They could easily dominate over students from the rest of the camps. You don’t have to be worried though. The rewards are reserved respectively for the best student from each camp. You don’t have to compete with the Mix camp nor with the Bright camps to win the reward."
The good thing was that Glenn had the Friendship Key of the Black Tower and could summon it up three times.
In Norris’ opinion, Glenn’s talent would allow him a slim chance to win that top award. As he was ignorant of Glenn’s current power, Norris held the belief that it was only "possible" for him to succeed.
Glenn didn’t ask further after having obtained an initial understanding of the tryout.
As Norris suggested, Glenn had to make it among the best 200 from the contestants from camp 11-15 to be eligible for the tryout.
"Oh, there is one more thing to remind you of. The tryout is not a screening of students and the participants can quit and thus have their life spared when in grave danger. Not all of the students aspire to become a Demon-Hunting sorcerer after all. Some would opt for the road of becoming an Ougi sorcerer to become stronger."
Norris sighed as if recalling something. He then continued. "Get yourself prepared for the secret mirror first, and try to obtain something from it. After that, I’ll start teaching you the Endless Eye Regeneration sorcery, the three methods to become a real sorcerer, and the trump card I prepared for the tryout."
Glenn nodded in excitement.
A long pause.
"Mentor, what would Ougi sorcerers’ students would get from the Holy Tower anyway?"
There was silence again.
Norris smiled. "Are you worried? Don’t be. I’m not in much demand of Sorcerer Essence. It’s on a whim that I decided to cultivate you."
"Sorcerer Essence?"
Glenn memorized the word by heart.
"Perhaps it is some sort of currency to buy special resources from the Holy Tower."
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Chapter89 Intoxication of an Old Witch
Glenn arrived at Singh’s room on the third floor of the Black Tower. Singh was the sorcerer who had sold Glenn his Ashen mask and the Bat Kiss which could summon up the wind element bat. He was also the one who taught Glenn rudimentary alchemy.
"Ha, Glenn. What brought you here?!" Singh stopped what he was doing and stared at Glenn in shock. He could remember Glenn as he once became more widely known because of Glenn.
Glenn grimaced for a moment as horrible memories rushed back to him, of when he was being investigated by the many sorcerers right after the first-year student trial.
But the man before him was a sorcerer, he didn’t dare offend him in any sort of way.
He instead said respectfully. "Sorcerer Singh, I’m here to see if you can help me repair this mask. It got broken in a fight. Besides, I also wanted to know if there were stuff that can be used for the Holy Tower tryout occurring in three years. Ordinary magical tools would be of no use for students like me."
The Ashen mask was one of the top class magical tools and it could boost the effects of some sorceries even in the tryout. Glenn desired to own one or two more pieces of such magical tools. Most of Glenn’s time was going to be devoted to his research on the Destructive Force of Fire Blast Sorcery and the fastest method of strength enhancement that Glenn could think of would be resorting to magical tools.
Singh took over the broken mask from Glenn’s hand. He discovered a cut that almost destroyed the mask and he then scowled. "Key parts of it are damaged. I’ll have to check the stockpile to see if there is the appropriate material to get it repaired. You come back for it in 15 days. On the second matter, I don’t have any first rate magical tools you mentioned. But I know an old guy who has brilliant tools on sale."
Catching Singh sneering, Glenn knit his brow. "Who is it?"
"The gal has foresight. She’d stock the tryout tools and sell them when the tryout is around the corner. Thus, buying the stuff you need immediately might cost you lots of extra magical stones. But I believe the whopping high price wouldn’t be a problem for you."
After having said that, sorcerer Singh gave Glenn an address and the name of the seller.
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On the fourth floor of the Black Tower lied a sumptuously-decorated room.
Glenn was almost taken back at the sight of the dazzling objects in the room.
"The Flame Fusion Bead? Sold in pairs at 30,000 magical stones? The pact to summon up life from foreign lands? The body-odor-concealing medicine? The flare stone? The enclose scroll? The top notch life leaf? The enchanting and lethal poison? The one-off space pocket? The interjection material? The high-grade and even highest-grade magical tools…"
The list was long and yet what surprised Glenn most was a glaring blue key lying in a corner of the room——the Stigmata Friendship key.
"Hey, little boy. Are you interested in the Stigmata Friendship key? It’s a top-notch tool that can be used in the tryout. It’s even more useful than the Flame Fusion Bead! Although it’s one-off, it can summon up extremely powerful magical tools that real sorcerers use. It costs only one super magical stones!" The old witch encouraged Glenn, showing her blackened teeth.
Every student who ever
set foot in this room were invariably rich in magical stones and it was for that exact reason they were introduced to this shop.
Also, Glenn made another discovery——this old witch was that level-two sorcerer who had taken away Kyrie and Bionna the minute Glenn and the other students landed on the sorcerer continent.
Glenn coveted the blazing objects in the room while his hate for the old witch grew. "Only one super magical stone?" Glenn repeated what she just said in his mind. "That’s 100 high-grade magical stones or one million low-grade stones!!! That’s an astronomical number for ordinary students who usually possess only one high-grade magical stone. What is worse, the articles are highly overpriced compared to the market. She is such an avaricious witch."
While abusing her in his mind, Glenn couldn’t resist his hankering for the invaluable merchandize. He became determined as he grit his teeth and pointed to the one-off Space Pocket. "I’ll have three of that."
The old witch giggled and fished out three one-off Space Pocket in the blink of an eye.
Despite the fact that it could only be used for one time, it was still a top-level ware.
"I also wanna get that constitution-building medicine, and that slice of first rate life leaf." Glenn inclined his body and pointed at a vial of medicine and a purple-and-green leaf.
Another giggle was heard.
Glenn’s face was somewhat distorted after the spending binge. The old witch made a satisfied grunt the second she caught Glenn’s heartache and pain at the lavish spending. It seemed that her happiness originated from the torn expressions shown on the students’ faces when they bought these "luxuries".
Glenn’s eyes moved to the psychedelic and lethal poisons but didn’t dwell because poisons at such toxicity would not affect anymore. Instead, he fixed his eyes on a small iron box. "Wow, is this Vanishing Slit selling at 50,000 low-grade magical stones? Can you lower the price a little bit?"
"Sorry, no bargaining in this shop."
The high-pitched squeak increased as Glenn became more torn at the prices. It was as if she had gained pleasure from something extremely agreeable. She almost drowned herself in the sensation, so great was her joy, and couldn’t help herself with it. Her body was even quivering a little bit.
"Get me that Vanishing Slit." Glenn put his foot down. He decided to give up on some unnecessary wares after calculating his remaining magical stones, and finally paid his attention to the biggest goal of this visit——the magical tools.
Several dozens of high-grade magical tools of varied sorts with their respective functions were displayed on the closet for luxuries. There were seven or eight finest grade tools of its kind among them, but the prices…
Glenn’s eyelids jittered.
He then narrowed down his choices to two magical tools and was making his final choice between them. One was a large sword and the other was a magical wand.
The Glowing Wand: increase fire element attacks by 5% for attacks under 300 degrees ; increase basic attack degrees by 30 points; be able to enclose the Kiss of Flame Tongue at 125 degrees.
The Nine-Headed Snake sword: can be activated when attacking using most of the basic elements, basic durability is 500 degrees (It will be destroyed when exceeding 500 degrees)
Glenn stared at the Glowing Wand for a long time and sighed. "It only works when the attack is less than 300 degrees? If I succeed in pulling off the blast sorcery, then…" His eyes moved to the Nine-Headed Snake sword and finally said: "I’ll have that!"
The sword was 1.4 meters in length and 20 cm in width. The size fitted to the figure of ordinary humans.
Thinking about his remaining magical stones, Glenn made up his mind and aimed his finger at a metal armor too. "I’ll have that Moisture armor, too."
Moisture armor: Deflect attacks of the water, radium or life elements under 100 degrees ; Increase speed of magical strength restoration; Absorbs water element and maintains skin luster and moisture. The skin improvement attribute was quite a feminine aspect which Glenn ignored.
An hour later, Glenn came back with a pouch of magical stones and bought the stuff he ordered. His inventory of stones ran low.
After that, Glenn locked himself in the dormitory for a long time. He focused all of his time on the research of blast sorcery and found time to observe the radium veins in the two twigs.
Glenn took back his Ashen mask 15 days later and proceeded with hard work. Like a laborer catching the production deadline, he worked like crazy on the many element reaction formulas and ran tests to verify them using the basic magical matrix on his soul.
Basic magical matrix varied individually like one’s unique fingerprints. Hence, theories guiding a certain kind of sorcery might turn out to be the same but the process of exploring them was vastly different.
Another 15 days passed.
Glenn stood before a mirror. He took off his gray-colored cloak and revealed his muscles, brawny as metals. Every angular muscle contained unimaginable power. This was what it would be to have a 108 degree of body constitution!
He would not become narcissistic though. He then put on the Moisture armor carefully. The metal silver luster shone. The mysterious aura was gone and instead he gave off an image of rough, raw wildness as if he was a vigorous leopard. The Nine-Headed Snake sword suddenly appeared on his back with a rushing sound. The seal cuttings on the sheath made Glenn look more strong and overbearing.
Glenn put on the repaired Ashen mask, and his eyes behind the mask appeared calm and rational. His long, blond hair rustled, which helped recover his mysterious aura.
"It’s time. The Black Tower mirror is going to open up." Glenn strode out of the room.
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Chapter90 Black Mirror (I)
Under the watch of sorcerer Norris, the students who had paid the 100 badges they had collected walked onto the huge scale laid on the square of the Black Isotta. Currently there were about 90 students perching on one end of the scale, including Sam who was now ranked 9th of the school’s top ten, as well as Alastair, Belle and Kyrie. However, Lafite and Bionna was not in sight.
The reasons why Lafite and Bionna were not allowed to enter the Black Mirror was that they both were wounded during the war, and Lafite hadn’t been informed of the inside information that badges were necessary for entry into the Black Mirror until the war had been underway for quite a long time.
The top ten students all didn’t fail to show up on the mirror except for the three who had fallen during the war. They intended to gain something from the upcoming travel. After the purgatory of war, there was a rearrangement and two of the open positions had been taken by two students who had accumulated more combat achievements than the others, and one of them was Sam. There was one spot left unfilled because news of Gade being killed by Glenn wasn’t released.
"Glenn."
Sam’s voice sounded toward Glenn. His tone was calm, revealing no surprise at Glenn’s new outfit.
"Eh?" Glenn turned back and stared at Sam with a confused look. His mind had been busy trying to figure out the Blast Flame sorcery calculations.
Sam appeared to be humane only when he was talking to a member of the Death Sail league, and at other times he was just impassive.
No one knew why.
However, Glenn could feel for Sam every time he saw him. The freezing cold and loneliness deep inside. He felt that inside this powerful man was a little boy crouching in a street corner in the cold winter.
Glenn shook his head, trying to shake the feelings off his mind.
Perhaps the little boy who was curled on the street and watched the passersby was…was himself. The only vague memory he had? Who were his parents? Why was he in Bi Seer city? Was he a mysterious freak who came to this world from nowhere?
He wouldn’t fantasize and think that he was of high birth as was typical in novels though. He was, in all likelihood, an abandoned son by a poor family. Every one of us might ha
ve wished to be a descendant of a sorcerer in a fantasy as Glenn did when he was with Old Ham. However, did birth matter that much?
Sam walked up to Glenn and stood alongside him. "You look just ordinary every time I see you. But it seems I’m not able to ignore you at all. You look like a monster in sleep. I feel confused about you and also excited."
"A monster in sleep?" Glenn replied slowly. "I might seem to be a monster to friends. To talents like you, I believe I’m more like a growing beast."
Sam was about to say something more, but the scale on their feet shook and Glenn had arrived at a new, unknown place as the scale quivered to a blur and his body was stretched to strands of noodles.
"En? Am I in the Black Mirror already?" No sickness assaulted Glenn. This was how better constitution benefited him.
Glenn looked up around the gray sky and the power contained in the nearby elements rioting. It was as if the forces of nature had gone wild and become unbridled by natural laws. Change of seasons, of weather, and the alternation of day and night were gone.
"I had this feeling at the first-year trial mirror dropping site, but it’s not exactly the same. Would it be like this if the world was broken? Loss of the regulating rules? The world just running wild?" Glenn guessed.
Sorcerer Norris once said that a neighboring world of the sorcerer world was completely shattered when a war broke out between the sorcerer civilization and a foreign civilization in ancient times. Since then the shattered fragments of the destroyed world continued to survive by drawing close to the sorcerer world.
When the second war broke out between the civilizations, the self-sacrificing Necromancer saved the sorcerer world by prying the world up to this vast, boundless place using his lever. Therefore, it was possible that the dependent world pieces were also moved here?
Wisdom glimmered in Glenn’s eyes. He moved his foot with a start, and looked down at the, moist, wriggling soil under his foot.
"Eh? Isn’t this creature the…"
It was a black, streamlined, earthworm-like creature, with a sucker that belonged to flies. It was digging out soils with its thickly-covered black antenna, reeking of a stench.
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