Black Hearted Mage

At night, the stars and the moon shone brightly, and the crater was quiet and peaceful. This was the time when the black snakes were most active. Kaisas sat quietly in the yard, looking up at the starry sky, his mind full of thoughts.

He gently opened a bottle of low-level physical enhancement potion and drank it all in one gulp. After the intense spell practice just now, the magic power in his body had been completely exhausted.

Old Ethan had once warned Caesars that practicing spells requires exhausting one's own magic power. This would enhance the effectiveness of meditation and increase the speed of meditation. As for the meditation potion, it wasn't necessary to take it right now. After all, potions aren't a panacea, and long-term use can lead to drug resistance.

The elves and the Northern Tower have completely different views on whether to use up magic power.

All three elder elves had stated that they did feel weak after exhausting their magic power the first few times, but this feeling gradually subsided over time. While exhausting their magic power carried certain risks, as long as their physical strength improved, escape would not be a problem, and they could even resort to other means of counterattack.

Most elves have dual classes, whether it's the three old elves or Orcus, they all work part-time as either Elf Magic Archer or Shadow Dancer. After all, elves are naturally good at magic and agility.

The three old elves once said: Physical fitness is crucial for magicians, and a strong physique is one of the necessary conditions for promotion to mage. Therefore, elves focus on strengthening their physical fitness from a young age and undergo various physical training.

In the early morning, Kaesas got a lot of potions, monster meat, and an elven dagger.

"Ms. Phyllis, this knife is the same as yours!"

The dagger was rather heavy, and even Kaisas had trouble holding it with both hands. Its shape and scabbard looked no different from the Lawbreaker's dagger.

"The appearance and materials are the same, the difference is that their magic patterns are slightly different. My dagger has magic patterns for breaking magic and breaking armor, and your dagger is just a wand that looks like a dagger."

Caesar carefully observed the dagger and found that the blade was engraved with dense magic patterns. These magic patterns seemed to form a complete pattern, but he could not understand the meaning.

"What kind of magic pattern is this? I can't understand it."

"This is a special magic pattern that can give the dagger some special abilities. For example, it can make the dagger sharper, give it the ability to break magic, and so on. My dagger is called the Blade of Breaking Law, and yours is called the Magic Blade. The difference between the magic patterns on the two is not that big."

Caesars nodded, knowing that this dagger must have extraordinary value. Although he didn't know what kind of help this dagger could bring him, he believed that as long as he kept trying, he would be able to discover the true potential of the dagger.

"Ms. Phyllis, why did you give me so many potions again?"

"Little one, you are already a low-level magician, so according to tradition, you should go out and travel. I will send you out secretly in three months. Now you just need to practice your spells well!"

Phyllis raised her eyebrows slightly and patted Caesar's shoulder.

"Why do you have to send it out secretly? I can go by myself!

"Then you'll be caught as soon as you leave the crater!"

Kaisas was somewhat helpless. There were human spies east of the crater. If he wanted to leave the crater, he had only two options: east or west. However, the west route led to a vast forest, making it too dangerous for him to go alone.

"Then they won't follow me when you send me out?"

"They can't keep up. We have Nighthawks to get you out in the dark!"

Upon hearing this, Caesars was delighted. He had seen descriptions of nighthawks in the books of the Magic Tower. Nighthawks are a type of giant eagle, standing about two meters tall with a wingspan of over five or six meters. They particularly enjoy hunting in the dark, and generally, they never cry, making them excellent hunters in the darkness.

"Ms. Phyllis, where do you keep the nighthawks? I've never seen one in the crater!"

"Little guy, the nighthawk's nest is on the top of the mountain. You can't see it from here!"

Phyllis waved to Caesars and left the stone courtyard. Caesars opened two large wooden boxes and carefully examined the various alchemical potions inside.

In addition to the usual suspects, this time the box also contained new types like Agility Potions, Swiftness Potions, and Healing Potions. Another box still contained the familiar poisons, but these were reserved for Caesars to use to save his life. After all, he was already immune to many poisons, so these posed little threat to him.

In the corner of the wooden box, three potion bottles radiated a purple glow. These mysterious bottles contained a precious item known as the "Extreme Physical Enhancement Potion." This was a gift from our ancestors, accessible only to those with great strength and a formidable constitution. Caesars, fully aware of the preciousness of this gift, carefully stored the potion, his heart filled with awe.

Caesars decided to continue practicing his magic skills. He sat on the ground, closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and silently chanted a spell. He waved his wand continuously, and brilliant magical lights flashed in the air. As time passed, his magic power gradually depleted, but he did not stop. Instead, he immediately meditated. He needed to continue to improve his strength.

Time flies, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

One night, as darkness fell and the stars twinkled, Phyllis, clad in leather armor, quietly came to Caesar's residence. She brought some dry food and a book titled "Travels in Roland Continent," which surprised Caesar.

Before leaving, Caesars gave the two Ludwig masters a few brief instructions: "When I'm not around, you only need to clean half of the yard every day, and someone will come to feed the black snake." After that, he turned and left, embarking on his journey of travel.

The road to the top of the mountain was rugged and extremely steep. Caesars's physical fitness had improved significantly over the past few years, and although he was exhausted, he managed to climb to the top. Standing on the top, he looked out over the surroundings, taking in the beautiful scenery.

Phyllis, on the other hand, appeared to be in a state of complete ease, climbing the steep, high crater with ease, not even taking a breath. This made Caesar sigh at the huge gap between himself and Ms. Phyllis, and it seemed that his physical fitness needed further improvement.

After reaching the top of the mountain, four or five tall stone houses came into view. Two of them had no walls. These were the nighthawks' nests. These nests were built of an extremely hard hemp, making them extremely durable. For the elves, they only needed to place the hemp there, and the nighthawks would take care of the rest.

At this moment, two nighthawks with jet-black feathers were quietly dozing in their nest, seemingly enjoying this rare leisure time. However, when Phyllis arrived, the nighthawks keenly sensed the movement and immediately opened their golden eyes.

Phyllis whispered softly in Elvish, as if communicating with the nighthawks. Upon hearing Phyllis's voice, the two nighthawks immediately stood up, their eyes revealing a desire for food. Then, Phyllis pulled some monster meat from her pocket and handed it to the nighthawks. The nighthawks chirped happily, pecking at the monster meat with their hooked beaks, devouring the delicious food with relish.

Phyllis tied a very exquisitely made small leather saddle to Nighthawk's back, and then motioned Caesars to sit on it.

Caesars climbed onto Nighthawk's back carefully and sat on the small leather saddle. Then, Phyllis tied Caesars' legs tightly with a rope and tied his waist tightly with a special belt.

"Little guy, this is your first time riding a Nighthawk. Without any experience, you will definitely be blown down by the wind, so you must tie yourself up tightly!" Phyllis said seriously.

"But... this is too tight!" Caesar felt that he could hardly move.

"Stop talking nonsense and put on your mask quickly, otherwise you won't be able to breathe at high altitudes!"

As Phyllis spoke, she handed Caesar a mask. This mask looked similar to the alchemy mask he had seen before, and it was exactly the same as the Shadow Dancer's mask.

Caesars reluctantly took the mask and put it on, his lower body completely unable to move. Phyllis didn't use the leather saddle, she sat directly on the back of another Nighthawk.

"set off!"

At Phyllis's command, the two nighthawks rose simultaneously and slowly walked towards the edge of the cliff. The nighthawks suddenly leaped forward, spreading their enormous wings as they fell. Caesar's legs suddenly felt weak. It was so high up that the giant trees in the crater looked like saplings.

The wind whistled in his ears as the Nighthawk glided with astonishing speed. As it neared the treetops, it flapped its massive wings and began to climb high, quickly passing over the crater. In less than a quarter of an hour, Caesars could see the twinkling lights below, signaling he was nearing Violet City.

At this time, the wind was biting, and Caesars felt the chill coming on. The nighthawk was flying too high, and the wind was chilling to the bone. He crouched down, as close as possible to the hard feathers on the nighthawk's back, because Phyllis did the same.

More than an hour passed, and Caesars felt like he was almost frozen, while the giant eagle was still soaring high in the sky. However, from the direction of its flight, he could tell that they were heading southeast, about to leave the territory of the Violet Alliance.

Late at night, the Nighthawk began to slowly descend its flight altitude. Through the crystal glass of his mask, Caesars spotted a bonfire not far below, with a figure beside it.

With a whistle, the giant eagle circled down and landed beside the campfire. After landing, the two nighthawks scrambled to get some barbecue meat by the fire. Phyllis jumped down first and then untied the several leather belts that bound Caesars.

"Little guy, warm yourself by the fire first. I forgot to put on my warm fur coat!"

Phyllis supported the shivering Caesar and made him sit by the campfire.

"Ms. Phyllis, even if he wants to join the mercenary team, isn't this little guy too young?"

A figure wearing leather armor walked over, carrying a longbow on his back. He looked to be in his forties.

"We will give you some compensation: one hundred bottles of advanced healing potions and fifty bottles of advanced agility potions. After completing the mission, you will receive a bottle of powerful physical enhancement potion."

"Ms. Phyllis, you're so generous! I'll take care of this. Even if you don't give me a single bottle of potion, I'll still serve the Crater!"

Kaisas listened to the conversation between the two and felt completely confused and bewildered. He frowned and looked at them in confusion, trying to understand the meaning.

"Madam, you said he is also the elf of the crater? Why can't I see it at all?" Caesars asked in confusion.

Phyllis explained with a smile, "Rodman is actually a half-elf. You should have met his father, Lancelot, the captain of the magic archers at the Thornflower Trading Company. His mother is the director of the trading company and a descendant of Frosthold."

Hearing this, Caesar suddenly realized, but then showed a look of surprise. "Ah? I see! But Captain Lance looks much younger than him!" Caesar couldn't help but sigh.

Caesar's words made Rodman feel a little embarrassed and helpless. After all, his strength was not strong enough to compare with his father. He lowered his head silently, secretly resolving to work hard to improve his strength.

Phyllis noticed Rodman's awkward expression and quickly comforted him, "Caesars, Rodman's strength is about the same as mine. After his promotion, he'll look younger, and he's only a great warrior right now. Once his bloodline awakens, he'll definitely see significant changes."

Caesars nodded in understanding. He realized his words might have put some pressure on Rodman. He apologized and didn't mention the issue again.

"Rodman, I leave Caesars to you!"

In just a short while, the two nighthawks devoured the entire mountain goat, leaving not a single bone. Phyllis sat on the nighthawk and looked at Caesars, who was wearing a thin outfit.

"Kasas, follow Rodman and learn the art of survival. Although there are many kind people in the human race, there are also many cruel ones. Your ancestor left home when he was seven or eight years old. Your journey was also his request, so that you can see the good and evil of human nature. The back of the travelogue records the various delicacies of Roland Continent. Don't forget to buy some!"

"Got it, Ms. Phyllis!"

Phyllis glanced at Caesars with some reluctance, then patted Nighthawk's neck. Nighthawk broke into a trot, flapping its enormous wings. Dust flew up, and the bonfire was blown apart.

Rodman grabbed Caesar and retreated, watching the giant eagle slowly take off until it disappeared into the night sky.