Chapter 174

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Chapter 174

"Okay, okay, I won’t tell her, just write her a letter yourself."

"But how did you know that the ‘Dueling Law’ is related to the local slang?"

Virgil proudly leaned back on the chair, causing the two legs of the stool to stick up. "Of course, it’s because the great hunter Virgil is knowledgeable and experienced! I can only help you with these, the rest you’ll have to figure out yourself. We should go back now."

Dvořák was a fast-running Pegasus and he took her back to Star Song Castle before the pedestrians on the road completely disappeared.

After returning, Luna naturally questioned her. She pounced on her, covering her nose and stepping back, saying, "Oh my goodness, little fairy, where did you go? I thought you were a good girl!"

"Why do you say that?"

"The scent on you is the smell of a bar. You didn’t go out to have fun, did you? You reached such a high level just from hanging out? Who took you there? Wait, did you sneak back? Did anyone harm you?"

There were also some gathering places for students near Star Song Castle, but they didn’t have such a murky smell as this. Sylas’s well-made clothes absorbed the smell of smoke, sweat, beer, and cheap perfume from the rural tavern. She was used to it, but it startled Luna.

"No, no, I went to do research."

"What kind of research requires going to a bar?"

Sylas took off her clothes while filling the bathtub with water, pulled the curtain closed, and clothes kept coming out from inside.

"The study of witchcraft, ‘Dueling Law,’ is a type of magic that uses Methylani language as the spell carrier."

"Type of magic?"

"I came up with the term for things like this, what do you think? It refers to something that follows certain grammatical rules, has magical effects when cast, but doesn’t belong to the current system."

Luna sighed softly, "But, aren’t spells only made up of Elven language, Gustavian language, ancient Saiti language, and Dragon language?"

Sylas shrugged, "I’m not sure about that, but before Gustavian language and ancient Saiti language came into existence, people probably thought that only Dragon language and Elven language could be used for spells, right? ancient Saiti language and Gustavian language evolved from Elven language, but they didn’t lose their magic. Maybe the local colloquial language also inherits some magic?"

"You make a good point."

Sylas dipped her hair in water and then applied a complex and fragrant cleansing agent, hoping to remove the unpleasant smell absorbed by her hair.

"So, in order to figure out what components are at work, I think I should understand the meaning of these sentences. That way, I can manipulate it more precisely, just like casting a spell. It’s going to be a lot of work for my next step."

"Do you have any sense of controlling it? Is it similar to casting regular spells?"

"To be honest… not much, it just feels like relying on props. We only care about the effect of the props… You probably have a better understanding of this, right?"

Luna is a space mage, and for spatial magic, you must use props. No matter who it is, there’s no way to control the direction of spatial magic without finely depicting the props. Only by doing so, can you successfully cast it.

"Hmm, yes. If we consider witchcraft as a special category similar to spatial magic, then I think it explains it well."

Sylas nodded confidently, stood up from the water, dried her body, and walked out.

Luna was originally standing at the door, and suddenly she turned her head and said, "Sylas…"

For some reason, she suddenly froze. Sylas was in the midst of putting on a shirt with a towel wrapped around her waist. She awkwardly asked, "I was just about to put on pants, what’s wrong with you?"

Luna pointed at the area below her neck, gesturing and asking, "What’s… what’s on your neck?"

Sylas lowered her head in confusion and saw that the scar was partially exposed.

The charred color had long faded away, and the letters were now only tangled white scars, with even the boundaries becoming blurry. But it was still possible to make out that it was a scar.

And on the mainland, only slaves are branded like animals.

Luna cried and rushed over, hugging Sylas and saying, "So pitiful! So pitiful! With such a tragic background, and yet you’ve grown into a little fairy, wu wu wu wu wu…"

"Wait…calm down…" Sylas was almost out of breath from Luna’s grip. Finally, she managed to persuade Luna to calm down, but this doll-like girl still looked at her with teary eyes.

"You’re…free now, right?"

Sylas hesitated, "Well…sort of…"

All the stories in Luna’s mind were about to fly away. She thought that most likely, after Sylas was kidnapped and branded as a slave, Virgil, the hero, saved her. If it weren’t for Diego emphasizing Virgil’s unfaithful nature, Luna couldn’t help but fall in love with this mismatched pair with such a big age difference and different personalities.

However, when she thought about how much hardship Sylas endured when she was young (in her imagination), and yet she grew up to be a beautiful and genius scholar, Luna’s maternal instincts overflowed and she wanted to embrace Sylas warmly, completely ignoring the height difference between them. Sylas half coaxed and half tricked her out, and after dressing and drying her hair, she walked out, but Luna pounced on her again.

"Poor little Sylas!"

"Hey…don’t be like this."

"Who could be so cruel to treat someone as lovely as you? And they even want you to be a slave!"

Sylas thought to herself, "If she’s willing to let me be her servant and never leave her side, I couldn’t ask for anything more…"

She let out a sigh, but the hesitation in Luna’s words made her suspicion almost burst: Sylas didn’t want to talk about her own past, maybe there was more to her background than what Rost siblings and Virgil claimed. Perhaps her family was no longer around, or maybe she was just sold to this "teacher."

Luna shivered, remembering stories she had heard about "animal trainers," a profession specialized in training slaves. Maybe this "teacher" was actually one of those animal trainers, specifically training slaves like Sylas…

However, she quickly dismissed the thought from her mind – even if she was a beautiful slave, was it necessary for her to receive a high-level education?

Of course, Luna could only secretly weave a story about Sylas, while Sylas herself remained oblivious, spending her days immersed in her experiments. Luna was busy with her romantic pursuits, while Swis was busy with undercover work. Everyone would hastily finish their homework on weekends and leave, leaving only Caroline and Sylas in the activity room, continuing their research.

In no time, it was once again time for the weekly wind element practical class. It was only Sylas’s second time attending, but Professor Kat, who always had her staff in hand, didn’t seem to find it strange. She simply smiled friendly at Sylas, assigned her a spot, and began the lesson.

The content of this class was also very simple, practicing small wind element spells such as wind blades, air cannons, wind shields, and mini-tornadoes. There were specially designed targets on the training ground, and the task was simply to hit the targets. Sylas and Virgil had once glimpsed at them practicing target shooting on the roof of Falcon Fortress, but they were too busy with their intense sparring session at the time. Now, she realized how boring shooting targets really was.

She repetitively performed the wind blade technique in utter boredom, quickly riddling the targets with holes. However, just then, someone said to the teacher, "Teacher, why can’t we have some more combat training?"

Sylas looked up and saw a tall, thin young man with black hair talking to Professor Kat a few people away.

Kat walked over, squinted at the target and said, "Veses, this is a bit easier for you, but there’s no one here to challenge you."

This name struck a chord with Sylas. The name was in the roster provided by Swis, heading towards her. She took another look at the person’s face and vaguely remembered seeing him at Reed Sauran’s illegal gathering.

Just then, Veses suddenly stared at Sylas and said, "Teacher, this newcomer seems to have plenty of free time. I think she must be bored. She plays well, so why not let her be my opponent?"

"She’s just new here, and probably not suitable for sparring," Kat replied.

Veses smiled and pointed to Sylas’s target in the distance. "Teacher, sparring is also about practice. Look at her, she can hit bullseyes almost every time!"

Sylas walked over, smiled warmly at Kat, and said, "Teacher, I’m very interested. Please allow me to learn from him."

The sparring practice in class wasn’t very difficult, and there were special protective gear and the teacher watching over. Even if there was an emergency, there would be a first aider (though they usually didn’t have much to do). Students usually didn’t go all out on each other, so there was no reason for Kat, as the teacher, to refuse.

So, he had no choice but to agree. He then helped Sylas put on the protective gear and gave her a brief explanation of the rules before casting the "Whirling Breeze" spell on her personally.

The protective gear she wore seemed strange. It was just a few straps holding several metal plates, which covered the chest, abdomen, back, and other parts of the body that needed protection, as well as the major joints. The metal plates were embedded with crystals. Others might not recognize them, but Sylas, being very familiar with crystals, quickly identified them as many absorbing crystals.

Thin straps also had metal wires embedded in them. She noticed the inscriptions on the mithril, realizing that they must be Mithril Wire, and the base should also be made of mithril.

Mithril, wires, absorbing crystals.

These things that were once filled with curses and insults in many letters finally became practical items.

She felt a bit nostalgic and also remembered the "letter of denunciation" that Reed Sauran sent to Xerath before. Then, together with Veses, she stood on the practice field for confrontation.

Kat inserted a golden feather into the switch outside, and suddenly, a barrier rose up and isolated them inside.

Veses’s appearance could be considered handsome in Luna’s evaluation system, but when he spoke, the malice on his face greatly diluted this somewhat acceptable handsomeness. "I heard your grades are pretty good, but I don’t know if you’re just a bookworm or a real magician."

"Are you here to practice or to talk to me?"