How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 28 Advanced Professions

Shantar, a city of war.

Seven city walls surround the central towering white marble spires.

Alger led Kane and Zena, slowly moving forward with the flow of people entering the city.

Kane secretly observed the soldiers guarding the city.

One of the soldiers had a black eye engraved on his heavy breastplate.

That's the symbol of the Night's Watch.

This is the official organization of Nord, a force directly subordinate to the royal family.

He could feel the sharp gaze cast from the top of the wall, and the rows of giant crossbows poised to fire.

He had no doubt that if there was the slightest disturbance below, the crossbow bolts would fall instantly.

The column moved slowly forward, and the soldiers questioned each person one by one.

Al presented his sheriff's credentials and vouched for Kane.

But the soldiers still scrutinized Kane with suspicion.

The dagger he always carried was a symbol of an adventurer.

Zena's left eye, which was covered by gauze, was also particularly eye-catching.

Seeing this, Kane turned to Zena and whispered:

Hold my hand.

Zena hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushed slightly, but she still extended her hand.

The soldier's gaze softened upon witnessing this intimate scene.

He nodded kindly and then waved for them to leave.

……

The view inside the city suddenly opened up.

Traditional Romanesque architecture with semicircular arcades, marble-paved streets lined with shops and markets.

After walking some distance into the city, the two finally let go of each other's hands.

Seeing this, Alger smiled slightly and then said:

"I have to take care of some official business, so I'll leave the rest to you."

After he finished speaking to Kane, he turned to Zena:

"You must be obedient."

Although Zena was reluctant to part, she still watched Alger wave goodbye.

"Let's go."

Kane said to Zena:

"I will help you find a suitable teacher."

He paused, then asked:

"Do you remember who you are now?"

Zena, recalling the moment they held hands, lowered her head and answered timidly:

"Is she...a lover?"

Kane's expression was slightly strange.

"No, they are siblings."

"Just call me Kane normally, and remember that our purpose is to treat patients."

Zena nodded.

Kane patted her on the shoulder and continued on his way.

My mood brightened as a result.

As an arcane apprentice, he fights with daggers every day...

Finally, I can say goodbye to this awkward situation.

"Let's go to the alchemy workshop area."

Zena was taken aback.

That's where many spellcasters who can't graduate turn to studying potions.

It is often seen as a gathering place for people who do not have a proper job.

Are we going to find a monk's apprentice to be our teacher?

She hesitated, feeling a sense of disappointment.

"Is it strange why I didn't take you to the mage tower?"

Kane saw through her thoughts and continued before she could deny it:

"Apprentices at the Mage Tower must serve for at least five years without pay."

"During that time, I could only learn a few basic magic tricks and receive a meager stipend."

"They could also die from mission accidents or from colleagues' jealousy."

Zena shivered.

Kane's words extinguished her newly risen expectations.

"So you need to cooperate with me so I can help you find a really good teacher."

Zena nodded vigorously.

……

The alchemy workshop area is noisy and chaotic, with a haphazard mix of architectural styles.

Various signs are hung outside the shops.

Mercenaries, adventurers, and merchants select potions and items here.

Kane led Zena through the alley and turned into a quiet, secluded lane.

The deeper you go, the fewer people there are.

Zena couldn't help but grip Kane's sleeve tightly.

At the end of the alley is a tiny shop, a two-story building of only a dozen square meters.

Unlabeled, murky medicines were casually placed by the entrance, and the equipment inside was old and worn.

An old woman with a haggard and thin face sat on a wooden chair with her eyes closed, wearing a yellowed robe.

Zena was puzzled.

But Kane had already stepped forward and respectfully inquired:

"Dear shopkeeper, I wish to treat my sister's illness. Do you have any recommended medicines?"

The old woman didn't open her eyes for a long time. She walked slowly over and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What illness?"

Kane was about to explain when she suddenly looked at Zena:

"Remove the gauze covering your eyes."

At Kane's signal, Zena removed the gauze, revealing her vertical pupil.

The old woman's pupils contracted:

"Demon bloodline? Tieflin?"

"...No, that's not right."

She leaned closer to examine it, and after a long pause, she pondered and said:

"A post-natal modification that sacrifices part of the soul in exchange for improved aptitude... but the original body itself is excellent."

She scrutinized Kane:

"This isn't an illness, what do you want?"

Zena couldn't help but lower her head.

"Ever since my eyes turned like this, I crave raw meat every day and never want to eat normal food again..."

"I don't want to become a monster!"

The sound contained a few more sobs.

The old woman's expression shifted slightly.

Kane seized the opportunity to explain:

"My sister accidentally ingested some medicine, which is why she ended up like this."

He took out the "possession potion".

The old woman took the medicine bottle and frowned.

"I need time to study it, but this mutation..."

"It's usually very difficult to reverse, you should go back first."

Kane nodded, looked at her, and suddenly spoke:

"After the transformation, Zena developed a strong talent for magic."

"I want to find her a teacher."

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

The old woman stared at Kane, her pupils changing slightly.

"Who are you?"

Before he finished speaking, an invisible pressure suddenly descended.

Kane remained expressionless, merely bowing his head respectfully.

His body trembled slightly under the heavy pressure, but his eyes remained neither humble nor arrogant.

Zena finally realized something was wrong and pulled Kane back:

"That's enough! Let's leave!"

"If it means you have to get hurt, I'd rather live as a monster!"

The moment the words were spoken, the invisible pressure vanished.

The old woman gave Zena a complicated look and said to Kane:

"She can stay for now, but you must leave."

Kane pulled Zena aside and whispered his instructions:

"Be a good boy/girl and take good care of yourself."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Zena gazed longingly at his retreating figure.

The old woman's gaze remained scrutinizing.

……

As Kane blended into the crowd, his face regained its composure.

Although the test just now was dangerous, it was within his expectations.

The other party exerted pressure but did not resort to force.

As expected, he is a spellcaster from the Good and Lawful alignment.

After all, he was a deep thinker, while Zena's naivety made her more easily accepted.

"But as her 'older brother,' she won't refuse to visit me often, will she?"

He smiled.

The next steps are clear:

First, acquire an advanced profession and a suitable secondary profession to become a Tier 1 professional.

Secondly, use Zeya's new teacher as a springboard to enter a large organization and obtain a first-level spellbook.

"It's too difficult to obtain spellbooks that are not based on tricks and theories through conventional channels."

"However, let's give it a try first and see."

Without hesitation, he wandered around the city and rented a house from a reputable merchants' guild.

The house is small, a narrow two-story building located in the Fifth District.

It's a typical stone and wood structure, facing the street, with a weekly rent of one gold coin, and good security.

He settled in immediately.

I also bought some simple salt and sugar as gifts for my neighbors.

To cultivate the image of young people who have just moved to the small town.

He then hid most of the money under the bed.

It's not that they can't deposit the money into the Chamber of Commerce's treasury, but rather that the source of the enormous sum of money cannot be explained.

"Alright, it's time to go there."

Without hesitation, he headed straight for the Truth Ring Library, where the Third District was located.

This massive building is bustling with people coming and going.

He entered the room and was stopped by an intellectual-looking woman who politely informed him:

"Sir, we are not open to the public for free."

"I understand. How much does it cost?"

"5 gold coins at a time."

expensive.

But Kane is not short of money for the time being.

He paid the fee, took the receipt, and went straight into the museum.

Inside the library, towering bookshelves reach for the sky, and the dome offers a view of the heavens.

Without hesitation, he found his target on the middle bookshelf.

On the far right of the third row, there is a tattered "Arcane Tome".

Kane looked at the book, a great sense of satisfaction welling up inside him.

"I've finally found the advanced class."