Half-elf Notebook

Early morning, East District Merchants Club.

"Ma'am, these are all the buckets you need. The club will provide the first straw stake for free. If there is any damage, a certain fee will be charged for the second one."

The waiter brought four large buckets of water to Ina's side one after another and spoke respectfully.

He couldn't understand why the driving range required so much water, but it didn't hinder his execution.

Those who can live in the club are distinguished guests.

Ina was in an unusually wide space.

The ground beneath my feet was dry yellow soil, without any bricks or stones.

In a city where prosperity is measured by the coverage of paved brick roads, this scene in the commercial core of the East District is truly unique.

Only a private club like this would set aside such a large space as a training ground.

As a service available.

The only thing on the field where Ina was standing was a wooden target made of straw standing on one side, with a bull's eye roughly painted with red paint hanging on its chest.

They are standard equipment at training grounds.

Because it is strong enough and very cheap.

The entire training ground is bounded by painted white lines, dividing the space into a dozen blocks of equal size.

There are many other people on the field.

Either they were practicing swordsmanship on a wooden stake, or they were shooting arrows at the center of the bull's eye with a bow and arrow from a distance of fifty or sixty meters.

Several people have already sat down to rest.

They are not real members of the club, but hired private guards and caravan guards.

The employer might be playing a noble sport on a nearby shallow-grass court while conducting business upstairs.

Or he could sing and enjoy himself with the lady he likes in the guest room.

Skills are their iron rice bowl and they cannot afford to slack off.

The few people who were resting looked at what Ina had done curiously, their eyes revealing thought and confusion.

Although I don't know why, I don't mean to look down on him at all.

Ina came here, of course, to practice.

But it's not about practicing swordsmanship, fighting, or the use of other weapons.

It's magic.

A series of events had already delayed the schedule for learning fourth-level magic for a long time.

After what happened yesterday, I can no longer delay learning magic.

It is very likely that the Blood Gang has already targeted me and even came to my home.

Linking her to the rescue of Princess Mera.

Living in the same city, it is inevitable to encounter the Blood Gang's spies.

The guild has already sent people, but it is urgent to improve our self-defense capabilities and have even one more trump card.

A solemn voice chanting a mantra was heard.

Fourth-level magic, even Ina could not omit a single word and did not dare to take it lightly.

When the last note of the spell dissipated in the air.

At the same time, a magic circle that operated like a precision machine inside a clock tower was also completed.

A tiny flame suddenly appeared in front of Ina's palm, in the air less than half a meter away.

"boom"

Burning explosion.

With the disappearance of the magic circle and the infusion of magic power, the flame was like a leather water bag filled with sufficient water.

It suddenly swelled up into a fireball the size of a pumpkin.

Real red flames burned the surroundings.

Even the air was distorted and dry.

Several resting soldiers stared at the burning sphere.

They have all been employed in the adventurer industry for many years and are considered bronze-level adventurers.

But they had never seen magic scrolls sold on the market that could achieve such a visual effect.

The hunter from the guild, with his arms folded, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He was also quite surprised at Ina's strength.

Unlike the training grounds, most of them are at the bronze level and can barely gain a foothold in the adventurer industry, which is considered to be a way to make a living.

Intermediate bronze level.

His strength is well-known in the adventurer circle of the entire Earldom of Kesnoy.

Nobles have to pay a huge price to hire someone as a private knight instructor.

I have gained more knowledge. I didn't expect that Ina could use the fourth-level magic of fireball.

I can't help but feel deeply moved at how young I am and how successful I have become.

""suddenly!"

The fireball flew out of his hand with a whistling sound.

The flying speed is not much slower than that of an arrow.

The next second, it actually hit the wooden target, followed by a violent explosion.

In a time that would take an ordinary person little time to react, the flames completely consumed the straw and wooden stakes.

It turned into a torch emitting high temperature.

Fireball and Pyrotechnics have certain similarities, but their effects are completely different.

The latter is like a bomb with the temperature of molten metal.

The former is like a high-temperature "corrosive" product that uses magic as a container and fire elements as strong acid.

When everyone saw this scene, they swallowed and their faces turned pale.

These are mercenaries who have experienced many battles, so it is not difficult for them to imagine what the consequences would be if magic hit their plate armor and cotton coats.

The noise made by Ina also attracted some warriors who were in training.

They all had different expressions, all of them showing some surprise.

Only one of them, a man with short blond hair wearing a knight's cotton coat and holding a long sword, looked wary and recognized Ina.

He is obviously a rare bronze-level professional who also knows fourth-level magic such as "Fireball".

Then they watched the water in the bucket suddenly rise up, forming a long, thin white stream.

There seemed to be some inexplicable suction force on Ina's palm.

The water flows on it and gathers into a water ball larger than the upper body.

With a wave of her slender hand.

The water ball engulfed the fire column, and the bright flame disappeared in an instant.

However, the attached fire elements are still there, and they still generate terrifyingly high temperatures.

A large number of bubbles continued to emerge from the water ball, like a pot of freshly boiled water.

The next moment, the water ball burst, and a large amount of water spilled onto the ground. Water vapor surged out, forming a thin layer of mist around the target.

Most of the straw on the target was burned, and the rest was mostly charred.

The bull's-eye had disappeared.

The wooden stake that served as the target was also charred, the flames having burned away its outer layer.

Under the flushing of the water ball, the remaining ashes were washed away, leaving behind a series of pits of varying depths.

The chanting did not stop.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound from under the ground.

Like the sound of a stone door moving slowly.

On the loose and dry sandy ground, two rock slabs, two meters long, two meters wide and fifty centimeters thick, suddenly rose up.

This material creation, which should not have appeared here, slightly shocked the warriors present.

They formed a large solid angle, arching the wooden pile in the middle.

Then, it closed inwards instantly.

Each side weighed nearly six tons, and the total mass was over ten tons, which directly crushed the wooden piles contained in it into pieces.

When the stone wall was set back into the ground, the servants looked stunned.

Ina calmly handed over two silver coins to replace the target.

Here, practice back and forth over and over again.

And through many practices, Ina is reaching a speed that is unmatched by magicians of the same level.

Learning and adapting to new magic.

From being awkward and solemn at the beginning, it gradually became smooth and natural.

Until you have mastered it to the point where you can cast spells while moving.