Chương 128: Fulilian's [View of Magic]

Finally, after Lord Alden's earnest plea and promise to provide a different kind of dessert every day thereafter.

Frillie did not take all the magic books.

After all, the mages and soldiers in the fortified city still need to learn magic to arm themselves and protect their homeland.

Moreover, she was indeed not interested in those things.

After all, she prefers magic that won't press on her ears while she sleeps.

"Isn't that great!"

Frilian held up the magic book and asked Shane.

Xia En looked at her long, pointed, fleshy ears and nodded vigorously.

Not bad.

"This book is really useful, it's fantastic."

Frillie was overjoyed to receive the approval, like a silly child over a thousand years old.

Lord Alden, standing nearby, looked puzzled.

"Why would a mage who is rumored to have caused the most deaths among the demon race be so keen on collecting these strange and unusual spells?"

Hearing such complaints, Frillian didn't take them to heart.

"Combat is only one of the uses of magic. There are many more interesting uses than combat."

Lord Alden was very puzzled.

If magic isn't used for fighting, what's the difference between it and boring juggling tricks?

"Suit yourself. It's always beneficial to leave some combat magic for [Frich]."

Xia En listened to their conversation and smiled.

To many, Frillie's actions were tantamount to "picking up a sword-wiping cloth from the armory," and she even felt satisfied with it.

He asked Frilian the same question when he first started traveling.

Frillie gave the same answer.

At that time, he, like Lord Alden, did not understand.

At the time, he was only focused on becoming stronger, so in his view, any magic that couldn't be used in combat was just a waste of time.

However, after raising and teaching Philon together with Frilian, he began to understand.

If it's just about the boring thing of "combat," then specializing in the most efficient way to defend against enemies is sufficient. Just like how Frilian had Philon use only [normal attack magic] in battle, that's the "optimal solution" for specialization.

A love of magic is the initial motivation for mages to choose this profession.

If this passion turns into monotonous repetition day after day, then one day, the enthusiasm will be exhausted. Only by reserving the love for magic for things that bring more joy can this passion be maintained for a long time.

Shane and Lord Alden left the study.

The two walked down the long corridor, from which they could see the entire [Frich] building.

The fortress city has a distinctive architectural style, with high city walls, neat and uniform streets, and patrolling soldiers that appear from time to time.

The entire city was permeated with a cold and hard atmosphere.

"I have already spread the word about Your Excellency's visit to [Frich]. I request that you appear with me as often as possible this month, so that the soldiers and the people can fully trust you."

Xia En nodded.

Show your face more often and demonstrate intimacy; that's easy.

As she walked, Xia En looked down at the courtyard below.

There, Shutark was teaching a five- or six-year-old boy to practice with a wooden sword.

Shutark crouched down, held the boy's wrist, and explained the key points of the movement to him with a smile. The boy listened attentively, occasionally looking up to ask a question or two, which Shutark would demonstrate and explain in detail.

"He is my second son, Mutter."

"After hearing about my brother's injury, he's finally become more diligent than before. But he's not particularly talented to begin with, so this kind of practice isn't enough."

In front of the wooden stake.

The boy's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Shutark crouched down and gently took those small hands in his arms.

"Don't think about anything else, focus on the goal at hand."

Her small hands stopped trembling, she gripped the sword hilt tightly, took a deep breath, aimed at the wooden stake in front of her, and chopped down accurately.

Snapped- The wooden sword hit its mark accurately.

Shutark smiled with satisfaction and began to applaud the boy.

"Well done, Mutter."

Little Mutter breathed a sigh of relief, his face flushed from excitement, but a hint of insecurity flickered in his eyes.

"I'm not as talented as my brother. What he can do in one go, I need to practice a hundred times to do—" Mutter's words struck Shutark's heart instantly.

The boy in front of me had his head down and his small shoulders drooping, just like I used to be.

"Do you want to become like your brother?"

"Of course! That way I can go to the battlefield with my brother, and if we encounter demons again, I can—" The boy's chest heaved, his childish words filled with determination.

Shutark smiled.

The boy squatted down, placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, and said solemnly, "Then when my brother wakes up, let's show him the results of our practice."

The boy blushed and nodded.

The two continued practicing chopping the wooden stake. Under Shutark's guidance, the little boy's posture became more standard, and his momentum became more fierce.

Upstairs, by the window.

Shaun shook his head as he listened to Lord Alden's assessment of his youngest son.

"Talent is indeed important, but the skills honed over time will never let you down. In the future, he will become an excellent warrior, just like his father and brother."

Upon hearing this, Lord Alden turned his head and gave Shane a serious look.

I thought you would be like most people.

"What's the same? Is it the same kind of talent-based thinking?"

Xia En looked out the window at the two figures, one large and one small.

Indeed, in this world, whether warriors, monks, or mages, talent and ability are highly valued, and the heroic tales that have been passed down are all stories of geniuses.

But Shane doesn't think so.

He believes that ordinary people who strive to catch up with geniuses are equally worthy of praise.

"grown ups----" Just now.

The old butler, Gabel, interrupted their conversation with a reminder.

"Outside the mansion, there is a Level 1 Mage who came from Oisaster, saying that he was passing by and was delivering some war supplies on behalf of the Continental Magic Association."

A first-class mage?

Shaen became interested; could it be Ailu's grandfather?

Led by [Gabel], the two arrived at the mansion gate.

What came into view was a magnificent, luxurious carriage.

A blond young man stood in front of the carriage.

The young man, dressed in a magnificent magic robe, held his head high with a smile on his face. His confidence was almost palpable.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Alden."

"My name is Brug, and I am a very powerful [Level 1 Mage]. I am passing through this place and have come on behalf of the [Continental Magic Association] to deliver a batch of war supplies, hoping that they will be of some help to you in resisting the demons."

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, extended his right hand, and displayed very standard aristocratic etiquette.

However, before Lord Alden could even grasp it...

Suddenly, the hand changed its posture, pointing at Xia En and trembling.

To be precise, it was his master who started trembling.

"Y-you-you—you're Xia En?!"

"My God, to think that I would actually meet you here—" Xia En looked at the other person carefully for a few moments, a look of doubt on his face.

"Who are you?"

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