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Chapter 105 The Mage's Paradise
Chapter 105 The Mage's Paradise
As arranged by Cyrion, the teammates dispersed, leaving only Wilder and Maeve behind.
Wilder stood motionless, quietly sensing the rising magical power within his body.
It was very fast, like pouring water into a cup, and you could clearly feel the magic power flowing over the scale lines.
Is it because of the high concentration of magical networks?
He stared for a long time at the dense, net-like glimmers in the air, which seemed to melt away as they came into contact with his body.
It really is true—
It swam into the body?
The ability to see through magical networks is fundamental to a mage's skill, but to avoid those drifting lights interfering with vision like floaters, a mage can choose to ignore them.
They only appear before your eyes when you have a slight thought or squint your eyes.
Outside the heart of the forest, Wilder had never observed what would happen when the faint glow of the magical network came into contact with his body.
If mana is also restored through penetration into the body, then it proves that mana can be replenished quickly here because the magical network here is denser.
In that case————
Wouldn't a mage be invincible here?
Such rapid recovery ability is almost equivalent to unlimited mana.
If you add instant cast...
Wilder could hardly imagine how beautiful that scene would be.
"Mr. Wilder."
Seeing Wilder standing there with a solemn expression, motionless, Maeve called out to him with some concern.
She was unsure how to address him.
Calling her "Wild" directly felt a bit stiff, since she was introduced to the team by him, and her address should be more respectful.
Mr. Wilder?
Senior Wilder?
Wilder—brother?
That's so strange!
Finally, she chose the more appropriate way to address him, "Mr. Wilder".
"Just call me Wilder."
"Oh well!"
Maeve breathed a sigh of relief.
"By the way, Maeve," Wilder continued, "do you priests also rely on your internal mana to cast spells?"
"no."
She shook her head. "To be precise, the priest doesn't use magic, but divine magic, a power given to us by the gods."
""
"So what are you going to consume?"
"Number of times divine grace has been received."
Maeve clasped her hands together and looked up at the sky, as if paying homage to an unseen god. "The priest prays to the gods every morning at dawn to obtain a fixed number of times to cast divine spells."
"So that's how it is."
Wilder, on the other hand, found it quite interesting.
"After you entered the heart of the forest, did you notice that your... frequency... increased?" he asked tentatively.
No.
Maeve shook her head, not understanding why he asked that, and then explained, "The number of times is fixed. You can only increase the number of times by becoming a more great priest through enlightenment."
"All right."
Wilder replied.
As he spoke, he discovered that the magical power within his body was almost overflowing.
This deep forest is truly a blessed place for monks.
"Meve, let me help you set up the camp."
Now that his magical powers had been fully restored, he had no intention of slacking off and planned to participate in the glorious labor.
"Didn't you need to rest?"
Maeve's previous squad also included mages, and she knew that this profession required long periods of rest to recover mana.
Therefore, she thought that Wilder said this because he was worried that it would be too hard for her to build the camp alone, and he wanted to help her share the burden.
Mr. Wilder is a good man.
"I can do it myself!"
She said firmly, "Please trust me, you should go and rest. This is the captain's order!"
"ah----"
Wilder was taken aback, not expecting Maeve to be so insistent.
As a newcomer to the team, she probably wanted to show off her abilities in front of Cyril and her teammates.
Maeve is a strong-willed girl.
"Okay then, good luck!"
Wilder offered his heartfelt encouragement.
"Um!"
Maeve clenched her small hands in front of her chest, responding with considerable force.
She then began to build the campsite on her own.
Wilder then leaned against a tree trunk that looked smooth.
Bathed in the dappled sunlight, I gently closed my eyes.
He hadn't slept all night and was indeed quite tired, so he fell asleep quickly.
Perhaps because of his posture, Wilder didn't sleep for very long.
Opening his sleepy eyes, he saw that his teammates had all returned safely.
Cyrion was talking to Lyle, holding a map in his hand, turning it around from time to time as if comparing it to the actual location.
On the other side, Joffrey was dissecting two rabbits with a sharp dagger, hopefully his blade hadn't been poisoned when he last used it.
Gru stared at the rabbit in Joffrey's hand, seemingly considering how to cook it.
Maeve sat beside him, sipping water from a ceramic bowl.
It seems Gru didn't tell her that the bowl was taken from the kobold's cave.
Looking further ahead, there was a huge, unidentified leaf spread out on the open ground in front of Wilde, covered with several kinds of fruit.
He picked an apple that looked good and took a big bite.
"Pooh!"
It's so sour.
Then I realized it was still summer, and the apples probably weren't ripe yet.
Maeve covered her mouth and chuckled, then pointed to a round, yellow-skinned fruit that resembled a cantaloupe and said, "This one is sweet."
Wilder took one and tasted a small bite.
The flesh is pale yellow and sweet, delicious and thirst-quenching.
"Thanks," he said.
"Wild! You're awake?"
Cyrion's voice came through, "You should also take a look at the map and figure out the route back to town."
"it is good."
Wilder picked up another yellow-skinned melon, one in his mouth and one in his hand, and walked over.
"This is a map."
Cyrion laid the association's catalog flat on the ground.
To be honest, this was the first time Wilder had ever seen a complete map of the Border Forest.
The entire forest has an irregular shape, slightly shorter in the north-south direction than in the east-west direction, and can be seen as an oval overall.
The outermost third of the ellipse has a light green background, which the association refers to as the forest perimeter.
The inner two-thirds are called the forest heartland, but there are two colors: the middle third is dark green, and the innermost third is dark green.
In the dark green area on the northern side, there is a triangular pattern marked with an ink pen.
"This triangle marks our location," Cyrion said, pointing to the map.
"Um."
Wilder nodded.
It seems they are not far from the edge of the forest.
He couldn't help but feel a little curious.
They are still some distance from the true heart of the forest, yet the magical network is already as dense as a fishing net.
What exactly does the core area of the real forest look like?
He couldn't help but feel a little excited.
The power to grant any request.
Completely equivalent to infinity.
There, the entire forest will become the mage's body, continuously supplying him with nourishment.
The heart of the border forest will be a true paradise for mages.