I am the Enchantress!

Wandering is a very special profession.

Their unique abilities make them cunning, treacherous, and extremely dangerous.

Their secret techniques are better suited for killing than hunting monsters.

The homeless live in the corners of towns, making a living through swindling and magic tricks, while professional homeless are hired to carry out shady missions and rarely appear in public.

They rarely become adventurers because no one wants to team up with them.

After all, nobody wants to face the monster in front of them while also having to be wary of their teammates behind them.

Therefore, Joffrey always wandered around the association's hall, looking for a task suitable for one person to complete.

There aren't many tasks like this.

This also shows how valuable the silver badge in his pocket was.

That glory was earned through individual effort, but it couldn't change his poor reputation as a professional.

But Wilder doesn't think so.

This wanderer, who always talks about "interesting things," seems quite different from the stereotype I had of him, based on our last encounter.

At this moment, he was wearing a black leather armor and standing alone in the corner of the hall.

"Joffrey, we meet again," he said as he walked over.

"Wild, I remember your name."

Joffrey smiled. "Your deception skills far surpass mine; they've impressed me greatly."

Wilder chuckled and scratched his head, then asked, "Interested in going on a mission together?"

"Or do I still not need to do anything?"

"This time we need to," Wilder said more seriously. "We can get two or three gold coins each for hunting shark-lizard beasts."

"That sounds interesting." Geoffrey didn't object. "Just the two of us?"

"There are two more teammates."

Wilde led him to Cyrion and Gru and introduced them to each.

"Cyrion, squad leader, mid-level warrior."

"Gru, a junior warrior."

"Joffrey, Silver Badge Wanderer, rank is..."

"Intermediate-level wanderer, specializing in assassination," Joffrey continued.

"Thanks for the silver badge last time, you're a good guy." Gru grinned, accepting his new teammate.

The ever-cautious Cyrion frowned.

The Wanderers have always had a bad reputation, and even though he knew that Joffrey had helped them register for a mission last time, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

But this was a teammate introduced by Wilder, so he couldn't just refuse outright.

"Wanderer, if you make any trouble, don't blame my longsword for being blind."

Joffrey's expression remained unchanged; he merely raised an eyebrow.

"Warrior, unless your sword is truly blind, I will not make any deadly moves."

Cyrion stared at him without saying anything more.

The group then registered the mission using Joffrey's silver badge and agreed to meet at the town gate early the next morning.

After parting ways at the association's entrance, Wilder didn't rush back to the Colt Inn.

The Shark Lizard's leather armor was quite thick, and although Cyrion's level two combat skill had piercing capabilities, it didn't prevent him from adding an extra layer of protection.

Without the grease spell, Burning Hand is unlikely to deliver a fatal blow.

He plans to learn a penetrating spell.

With the junior mage assessment coming up in a few days, only knowing three spells is indeed a bit embarrassing.

Where can I buy spell scrolls?

First, exclude the second floor of the association building.

Everything is expensive in that godforsaken place.

Wilder walked around the street, stopping and starting, before finally entering a rather magnificent three-story wooden building.

Magical Items Trading Company.

Stepping into the hall, an atmosphere completely different from the rugged town outside immediately greets you.

Mages dressed in magnificent robes came and went, each with a different style of staff, yet all equally exquisite, hanging from their waists.

The shelves, of varying heights, display all sorts of wands, spell scrolls, and magic crystals...

Everything imaginable is available; there's so much to see!

Wilder strolled around, eventually stopping in front of a counter that specialized in selling spell scrolls.

"Hello, are you looking to buy spell scrolls?" the young and pretty female clerk asked.

"Hmm, do you have any low-level penetrating magic?" Wilder replied.

"Yes, please wait a moment."

The teller deftly took four rolls of paper from the counter and laid them out on the counter.

"Both [Magic Missile] and [Ice Blade] are level one piercing spells."

"Could you tell me more about it?" Wilder asked.

"sure."

The teller began to explain fluently:

"【Magic Missile】Attacks through a force field, ignoring the target's armor, and has a tracking effect, ensuring it always hits."

"【Ice Blade Technique】Explodes on the target's surface, creating a piercing effect and causing frostbite."

Wilder nodded.

As expected of a large trading company, both spells were quite powerful.

"What's the price?" he asked.

"Two gold coins per roll," the teller said with a polite smile.

"What's the lowest price?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just a teller, I don't have the authority to set prices, this has always been the price."

"I see."

Having been tricked out of two gold coins by the association last time, Wilder is now being extra cautious.

He pondered for a moment and then asked this question:

Do you have the reel for "Burning Hand"?

"some."

The teller was very patient and took out another roll of paper from the cabinet and laid it flat on the counter.

Wilder glanced at it and asked directly, "How much is this?"

"A gold coin."

Wilder nodded.

Considering that the association had sold him the same spell and a piece of paper for two gold coins, he thought the merchant guild was quite honest.

Moreover, Ironweave Town seems to have few other places selling magic scrolls, so the business is probably monopolized.

Let's buy it here.

"I'll buy a copy of 'Magic Missile'."

Although Ice Blade's ice attribute is great, who can resist the temptation of always hitting?

Wilder paid two gold coins, took the wrapped scroll, and left the shop.

Since it was still early, he decided to go directly to the outskirts of Tiewen Town.

On the open grass, Wilde sat down, unrolled the scroll, and slowly poured magic into it.

The spell structure of the magic missile appeared on the parchment.

Wilder began circulating his magic in his mind, memorizing the structure.

He repeated this step ten times when learning the Burning Hand technique.

This time, he only needed eight repetitions for the magical imprint on the parchment to disappear completely and be fully etched into his mind.

Perhaps it's because my intelligence increased by two points?

He stood up, extended his left arm, with his index finger pointing straight forward and the other fingers naturally curled.

At the same time, he mobilized his internal magical power and sketched out the spell in his mind.

My fingertips are icy cold.

Six seconds.

A deep pink light gathered at the fingertips.

He gently waved his finger toward the tree trunk in front of him.

With a faint buzzing sound, three missiles shot out from the fingertips in an instant—

"Bang!"

Three missiles converged at a single point, blasting a hole in the center of the broad tree trunk amidst the billowing smoke.

Wilder blew on his index finger, which wasn't smoking, and smiled with satisfaction.

"not bad."