I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 43 An Encounter

After dinner, Wilder and Talia went upstairs to their respective rooms.

On the narrow wooden bed, Wilder sat cross-legged, spreading out his newly purchased spell scrolls in front of him.

The advantage of defensive spells is that they have no destructive power, and they can be practiced in a room.

The level 2 spell scrolls look almost identical to the level 1 ones; the parchment is nearly the same size and thickness.

Wilde unrolled the scroll and slowly poured his mana into it, and the spell structure of [Mirror Image] gradually emerged.

Not the same.

The structure of a level one spell is already complex enough, with numerous lines and nodes. If Wilder hadn't possessed a Deus ex machina-like intelligence stat allocation, it would probably have taken him at least three to five days to learn it.

The complexity of second-level spells increases exponentially.

If we compare the structure of a first-level spell to a precise geometric figure.

That secondary spell structure is like the intricate, outrageously dense pattern on a Persian carpet.

The nodes are densely packed, and the paths crisscross, with each node connected to three or four surrounding nodes, making it dazzling.

Value for money.

At least the hardware wasn't a complete waste of money.

Wilde consoled himself with a thought and began to try to visualize it in his mind.

Starting from the first node, follow the path to the second, and then to the third.

On the fourth one, the path suddenly forked, and he had to make the magic flow through both paths simultaneously.

He held his breath and barely made it through.

At the fifth node, the two paths split into two, and he had to control his magic more precisely to manage all four paths at the same time.

Under immense pressure, Wilder's brain was almost deprived of oxygen, and he had to be careful even when breathing.

The entire structure suddenly emitted a faint light the moment the twentieth node returned to its starting position.

It became.

Wilder breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the hourglass on the table, three hours had already passed.

This cyclical spell structure requires at least ten repetitions.

He didn't rest for long, just drank some water, and then started the second cycle.

This time, his control over his magic was much more stable, and his understanding of the structural path was clearer, but he was still far from being proficient.

It took two and a half hours.

Before I knew it, the night outside the window had grown thick, and the tavern downstairs had fallen silent. Only the occasional creaking of the wooden planks could be heard.

It's late at night.

Tomorrow.

He carefully packed up the roll, lay down on the wooden bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

……

Wilder slept for less than five hours.

He himself didn't realize that he had developed a desire to master new spells, a feeling that made him restless and unable to fall asleep.

The genius was just beginning to emerge.

Wilder hurriedly drank a bowl of oatmeal porridge on the first floor, then picked up his staff and scroll and went to the familiar open space on the outskirts of Ironweave Town.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and dewdrops clung to the blades of grass. The spring morning was refreshing yet not cold, making one feel invigorated.

He found a dry spot on the ground, sat down, and spread the reel in front of him.

Okay, let's continue.

He used his magic to sketch it in his mind and began the third cycle.

Less than two hours.

The time required was shortened again.

carry on.

Without stopping for a moment, he immediately began the fourth cycle.

The mage's assessment did not have a set date; he was not required to complete the spell today.

But a strange impulse welled up inside him, making him eager to take control of it.

The fourth time, it took a little over an hour.

The fifth time, in less than an hour.

……

By the ninth cycle, Wilder had become so familiar with the spell that he could mentally process the entire spell structure in just fifteen minutes.

tenth time.

The magical power surged into the sea of consciousness, where it seemed as if a path had already been carved out beforehand. The magical power surged and rushed along the familiar path, outlining a complex and exquisite pattern.

Eight seconds.

Complete the entire structure.

The magical markings on the scroll vanished instantly, turning back into a blank parchment worth less than fifty copper coins.

【Mirror Image Technique】

It was already completely imprinted in Wilder's mind.

"Give it a try."

Wilder stood up, brushed the grass clippings off his bottom, and raised his right hand to his chest, palm up.

At the same time, he sketched out the spell structure of the Mirror Image Technique in his mind.

My palm felt slightly cool, and a wisp of white light slowly rose.

coming.

He flipped his palm, and white light poured out, spreading into a thick white mist around him.

Within the white mist, the air swayed slightly—

Three figures identical to him emerged from the void, standing in front of him and to his left and right, maintaining the same posture.

The fog quickly dissipated, and Wilder stared blankly at the other three versions of himself.

so similar.

No, it's not so much that they resemble each other, but that they are exactly the same.

Every detail, from facial features and the folds of clothing to the angle at which the staff is held, is perfectly replicated.

He took a step forward, and his three clones also took a step forward.

He raised his staff, and his three clones also raised their staffs.

He touched his nose, and his three clones also touched their noses.

Wilder was amused by this scene.

The three clones also laughed.

While mimicking their own movements, they also move randomly, and even they themselves cannot predict which direction they will go.

This also means that the enemy is even less likely to guess which one is the real one.

Those five gold coins were totally worth it!

A minute later, the clone began to blur and gradually dissolved into the air.

"Can't even last three minutes?"

Wilder shrugged and made a comment, but he was already quite satisfied with the spell.

In some scenarios, a minute may be very short.

In battle, a minute can be long enough to change the course of the battle.

Before we knew it, it was noon.

Wilder planned to have lunch at the Colt Inn first, and then go to the association in the afternoon to be assessed as a junior mage.

Just as I was about to leave.

"call out--"

The sound of an arrow piercing the air.

Wilder looked in the direction of the sound and saw a familiar figure standing under a dead oak tree about two hundred feet away.

Tall and upright, with a natural air of aloofness.

Lyle.

The half-elf stood there, repeating the same action.

Draw the bow, release the arrow; draw the bow, release the arrow.

It is fluid and graceful, like a dance that has been choreographed hundreds of times.

Wilder walked toward him.

Lyle heard footsteps, put down his bow, and turned around.

His complexion had improved considerably, though he still had a pale look from recovering from a serious illness, but his eyes had regained the sharpness and alertness unique to his elven bloodline.

"Wild?"

He relaxed. "What are you doing here?"

"Similar to you, here to practice magic." Wilde walked up to him. "And you? Are you feeling better?"

"Almost there." He stretched his shoulders. "We should be able to go on a mission in a few more days."

Wilder nodded.

"I'll be going now, I need to go to the association this afternoon."

"Want to take on a mission?"

Wilder shook his head: "Go try the beginner mage assessment."

"Are you about to be promoted to junior level?" Lyle asked. "You're progressing very quickly."

"I'm still far from it. Cyrion has already advanced to intermediate warrior," Wilder said modestly.

"Yeah, he finally advanced. He'd been stuck at the beginner level for years." Lyle's face was expressionless, but he added casually, "Same as me."

"Your archery skills are top-notch, you'll be quick too."