Black Hearted Mage

The news of the Necromancer Sandro's injury was shrouded in a thick veil. The Saint Roland Empire and the Saint Roland Church jointly sealed it off, keeping the outside world in the dark. Even the Roland Empire's most elite spies were unable to penetrate this impenetrable blockade and obtain any information regarding Sandro's injury.

Over the next few years, the two empires seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, maintaining a delicate and fragile peace. This peace was not as solid as a rock, but rather like thin ice, vulnerable to collapse at the slightest misstep. However, beneath this surface calm, various factions were secretly competing, and relations between them were fraught with tension and suspicion.

The Thornflower Trading Company, on the other hand, remained a distant spectator, uninterested in the war between the Empire and the Kingdom. As long as no one harbored any ill intentions against the elves, they would remain aloof and detached. To the Thornflower Trading Company, the conflict between the Empire and the Kingdom was merely a farce that had nothing to do with them; their greater concern lay in the Endless Forest.

Meanwhile, within the magic tower in the crater, Kaesus was at a critical juncture. After a long period of arcane energy infusion, he had finally reached the final stage, just one step away from the peak of the Grand Mage. However, just as the energy infusion array was about to cease operation, Old Ethan nervously watched the unconscious Kaesus, his heartbeat gradually slowing as the array ceased.

When the energy infusion array completely stopped functioning, Old Ethan hurried forward to check on Caesar's condition. He saw Caesar's eyes tightly closed, his face as pale as paper, as if he had lost all vitality. Without hesitation, Old Ethan took out several bottles of precious potions and carefully poured them into Caesar's mouth.

Time ticked by, and after a few minutes, Caesars' body suddenly trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. However, his consciousness had not yet fully recovered, and the scene before him was a blur. Before he could carefully examine his body, a bitter taste of medicine rose up his throat, causing him to frown.

"Old Ethan, did you feed me a sober potion? It tastes too bitter and doesn't smell good either!"

Caesars smacked his lips and spoke with some dissatisfaction. His limbs were weak and he was in a weak state. He didn't know how long he had been lying there.

"Boy, you've already reached the peak of the Grand Mage. Rest for a while, stretch your muscles, and eat something. I'll continue infusing you with arcane energy tomorrow. This time, I'll allow you to clearly experience the entire process of becoming a Mage!"

Old Ethan put down a few bottles of potions as he spoke. They were all alchemical potions that nourished the body. These things were made from rare and valuable herbs.

"Do I have to suffer again?" Caesar lamented.

"Of course, we need to activate the arcane crystal array this time. After all, once you leave the magic tower, you will not be able to replenish your arcane energy. So, in order to ensure your safety and success, I must prepare enough arcane crystals for you!" Old Ethan explained seriously.

Before he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the pool of arcane energy, skillfully activating the arcane crystal array. As the array activated, the surrounding air was filled with rich arcane energy, forming a faint purple halo.

Old Ethan nodded with satisfaction, then turned and left, leaving the space to Caesars.

Caesars lay quietly on the ground, resting for a few minutes before slowly raising himself up with his arms. Every movement was incredibly difficult. His muscles had atrophied from the prolonged inactivity, making his body feel incredibly heavy.

After finally sitting up, Caesars carefully examined his body. He found that not only were his muscles weak, but even his finger joints were somewhat out of control, and he could not grasp objects as firmly as usual.

After more than ten minutes, Caesars was finally able to move his fingers a little more flexibly. He trembled and picked up the bottles of potion left by Old Ethan and drank them all without hesitation.

The potion took effect immediately. Caesars felt a warm energy flowing through his body, and his discomfort gradually eased. After a short rest, he decided to try to stand up.

He used the dragon bloodwood staff as a crutch and struggled to stand up. Every step he took was shaky, but he gritted his teeth and walked out step by step.

The bottom floor of the magic tower was silent, without a sound, as if it had been forgotten by time. Instead of going to the upper floor of the magic tower as usual, Caesars went straight to the outside of the magic tower.

Due to being in a coma for a long time, his body was still very weak, and even walking seemed a bit labored. He had only walked a short distance when his legs began to tremble slightly as if they had lost their support.

Caesars reluctantly stopped, took out a recliner from his space ring, and slowly sat down. The sun shone on his body, bringing a hint of warmth, but his face was still as pale as paper.

After a short rest, Caesars felt a little hungry. He pulled out some food from his space ring, some that didn't require much chewing, like a cream puff pastry. This sweet and delicious snack was undoubtedly the best choice for him right now.

Kaisas slowly ate the puff pastry, one after another. However, after a few, he suddenly felt thirsty. He quickly put down the puff pastry and took out the charcoal stove, charcoal, and cast iron kettle from his space ring, ready to boil a pot of Barton Red Dust to quench his thirst.

Warm black tea not only moisturizes the throat, but also makes people feel a little hungry, so that they can eat more food to replenish the energy needed by the body.

While waiting for the water to boil, Caesars began searching his interspatial ring for other food. He really didn't want to eat the tough dried meat, and he was too lazy to stew anything. While the soufflé was delicious, it was too sweet to satisfy his hunger. After much deliberation, cheese seemed the most suitable option.

As the tea began to boil, Caesars quietly watched the roiling water, as if he could see the tea leaves unfolding in the red liquid. Finally, he gently lifted the teapot and poured the clear red tea into a delicate crystal cup.

The tea slowly flowed into the cup, forming a graceful arc. The red tea appeared exceptionally clear in the sunlight, shimmering like a ruby. A faint tea fragrance wafted through the air, lingering around the nose, intoxicating.

This kind of Barton black tea is renowned throughout the Roland Continent, its quality being considered exceptional. The best Barton black tea is only available to royalty and the nobility, leaving ordinary people without the opportunity to savor it. Lower-quality Barton black tea is sold to the public and distributed throughout the Roland Continent.

The cup in Caesar's hand was top-grade Barton black tea, its mellow flavor leaving a lasting impression. He lifted the cup and took a sip, the rich aroma instantly filling his mouth. The tea flowed down his throat, bringing a sense of warmth and comfort. Paired with a piece of soft, chewy cheese, the taste was simply divine.

In this way, Caesars savored the black tea and cheese while enjoying this moment of tranquility. Time passed by minute by minute, and after about an hour, he felt his body gradually regaining its vitality.

He closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and began to carefully explore his magic sea. The magic sea is the source of energy in every magician's body. Its size and state directly affect the magician's strength.

When Caesars's consciousness penetrated deeper into the Demonic Sea, he was surprised to discover that it had more than doubled in size! This was completely beyond his expectations. Furthermore, as Old Ethan had said, the two magical energies within the Demonic Sea were clearly divided: one half was arcane energy, and the other half was dark elements.

The arcane energy glowed bright purple, while the dark element was a deep black. They sat close to each other in the sea of ​​magic, yet did not interfere with each other, each occupying half of the space, forming a wonderful balance.

Kaisas stood on an open meadow. He took a deep breath, then concentrated his mind and began to mobilize the arcane energy in his body. As he thought, a powerful arcane energy gathered in his hands, forming an arcane ball that shone with purple light.

Although he did not have any magical instruments to test the strength of spells, Caesars, with his many years of experience and in-depth understanding of the arcane, could clearly feel that the energy contained in this arcane ball was much more powerful than ordinary elemental spells.

Caesars recalled the Arcane Missiles spell he had learned. The spell's model was truly unique. Unlike other spells, Arcane Missiles could pierce through obstacles, striking targets behind them without damaging them. This utilization of spatial properties made Arcane Missiles a unique and powerful spell.

However, only Arcane Missiles can do this, and other arcane spells cannot achieve such an effect. Kaisas could not help but sigh at the profoundness and mystery of the arcane.

He silently chanted the spell, and the arcane ball in his hand suddenly split into three bright purple light balls. They flew across the sky like meteors in different routes, passed straight through a small tree, and then accurately hit the ground behind the tree.

Kaisas stood up and walked behind the small tree, carefully observing the landing point of the spell. He was surprised to find that the three missiles actually had only one landing point, which meant that the three attacks were superimposed together, forming a more powerful blow.

Just as Caesars was lost in wonder at the arcane power, a faint sour smell suddenly reached his nose. He immediately realized it was coming from himself. He had been unconscious by the underground magic pool for too long, and he didn't know how many times he had sweated. His body and magic robes were filled with a sour smell.

Caesars smiled awkwardly and quickly cast a cleansing spell to try to get rid of the odor on his body. However, this time the cleansing spell didn't work, and he had to take a shower and wash his clothes.

Kaisas had no interest in bathing in the forest, after all, that was the territory of the elves. So, he resolutely walked towards the west, where there was a stone courtyard where he had lived for a period of time.

This stone courtyard is surrounded by towering walls, making it look very spacious. Inside the walls is a sunshade. This is the place where the crater is specially used to raise golden-eyed black demon snakes.

Caesars slowly pushed open the tightly closed door and walked into the courtyard. He walked along the huge magic steel cages placed on the courtyard wall and finally came to the well on the west side of the courtyard.

When the golden-eyed black magic snakes imprisoned in the tall magic steel cages saw Kaisas, they all raised their sturdy bodies and made "hissing" sounds, as if they were warmly welcoming his arrival.

Among them, there were two young golden-eyed black magic snakes that cleverly crawled out from the holes in the cage and followed Caesar closely like two little followers.

Kaisas ignored the enthusiasm of the golden-eyed black snakes and focused his attention entirely on the well in front of him. He quickly took out a huge magic steel bathtub and then drew water from the well bucket by bucket.

The well water was icy cold, obviously not suitable for bathing directly. Caesars shook his head helplessly. In order to take a comfortable hot bath, he had to light a blazing charcoal fire under the bathtub.

Two small snakes, each as thick as a finger, crawled slowly along his boots like nimble spirits. Their bodies were soft and smooth, their scales gleaming faintly in the sunlight. Seeing the two snakes about to slip into his boots, Caesars quickly reached out and grasped them with precision.

The two little snakes seemed to have a strong interest in the salamander meat in his hand. Their little heads kept twisting, and their black tongues stretched and retracted from time to time, as if urging Caesars to feed them quickly. Caesars smiled slightly and carefully placed two small pieces of salamander meat in front of them.

The snakes immediately devoured the food voraciously. Their movements were swift and agile, devouring the salamander flesh in a flash. After their full meal, the snakes grew languid, no longer as lively and active as before. Seeing this, Caesars gently set them down on the ground, letting them move freely.

Caesars stood up, walked over to the tub, and tested the water temperature. It was just the right temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, a pleasant and comfortable sensation. He nodded in satisfaction, then without hesitation, removed his magic robes and other clothing, and waded naked into the warm water.

The charcoal fire beneath the tub still burned, emitting a scorching, scorching heat. This heat permeated the tub's bottom and permeated the water, filling the entire tub with warmth. Caesars closed his eyes, savoring the tranquility and relaxation of this moment.

In this quiet atmosphere, his thoughts gradually drifted away, and he recalled his life in the small town of Black Stone. It was a place full of vitality and energy. Although it was small, it had a unique charm.

Back then, the North Tower was recruiting snake breeders, and a notice was posted prominently in the small town of Blackstone. When one-armed old Ludwig and crippled young Ludwig saw it, they smiled at each other, as if they had found a perfect opportunity. They decided to send six-year-old Caesars to the North Tower, hoping he could live a better life there.