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Chapter 14 Teammates Reunited
It is located on the outskirts of Tiewen Town, some distance from the border forest.
It was the month of spring blossoms, when hyacinths and silverleaf grasses quietly bloomed, new green moss covered the pebbles, and gentle sunlight shone on the open fields, creating a scene of tranquility and peace.
"fall!"
A roar shattered the silence, accompanied by a powerful surge of magical energy that caused the surrounding leaves to fall in a rustling sound.
A wild goose flying steadily in the azure sky was suddenly bewitched by a powerful force. Unconsciously, it slowed down the frequency of its wingbeats, broke away from the flock, and slowly descended.
Finally, it fell helplessly to the ground.
"?"
About five seconds.
It realized what was happening, twisted its neck, chirped twice at a boy not far away, and then flapped its wings and flew away.
"Isn't this pretty useful?"
Wilde watched the wild geese frantically flapping their wings in the air, trying to catch up with the flock, and muttered to himself.
Why didn't it work on Talia yesterday?
Can't commands be used on people?
Next time, try finding an honest person.
Wilder took a few steps and sat down on a gravelly clearing, taking a magic scroll out of his bag.
He came to the outskirts of Ironweave Town early this morning for two reasons: to test [Command] and to learn the new spell [Burning Hand].
You can't play with fire in a hotel; if it burns down, he won't have enough money to pay for it.
Wilder unrolled the magic scroll, and on the treated thick parchment, a set of magical structures was clearly outlined.
To the average person it might just be a complex geometric shape, but in Wilder's eyes, the lines drawn with silver ink were woven with a faint network of magic.
He channeled his inner magic, mentally tracing the structure on the paper.
Twice.
Three times.
Each time you go through it, it takes a long time and consumes a lot of mana.
Wilder walked for a while, then rested, until the tenth time.
The ink on the parchment gradually faded and eventually disappeared completely.
The magical structure was already imprinted in Wilder's mind.
Magic is a world of imagination.
Wilder imagined the complex structure in his mind, slowly channeling the magic power within his body to complete each path.
Eight seconds later.
coming.
He stretched his arms forward, palms facing outward, thumbs touching, other fingers spread, making a gesture like an eagle spreading its wings.
My fingertips felt slightly cool.
A spring breeze brushed across my palm, as if lighting a fuse.
"boom--"
A burst of flame suddenly appeared from his palm and shot straight forward!
The Burning Hand's range is about fifteen feet. Although its power is far less than that of the Fireball spell, its speed is extremely fast.
Wilder stood up, looking with satisfaction at the burn marks on the ground, and patted his hands, which were free of ashes.
Before he knew it, it was noon, and hunger pangs began to rise in his stomach, so he set off on his return journey.
Horse Colt Hotel offers a variety of set menus during lunchtime to cater to different diners.
"I'd like a set meal number three."
After a moment's consideration, Wilder made his choice.
Two freshly grilled pork sausages, a bowl of slow-cooked lentils with smoked diced meat, a large rye tortilla with a crispy crust, and a plate of dried apple slices for dessert to cleanse the palate.
"Would you like a glass of plain ale?" the enthusiastic waitress Ella suggested.
She had noticed this young adventurer a couple of days ago. She didn't know what his profession was, but his face was absolutely flawless.
"Next time, thank you."
Wilder smiled and declined.
It wasn't that he didn't want to drink, nor that Ella wasn't hot enough, but rather that Cyrion had invited them to drink tonight, and he wanted to save some for himself.
After a hearty meal, Wilder did not go out again in the afternoon.
Learning new spells had taken a toll on his energy, and he slept soundly until seven o'clock in the evening on the thick wool felt mat in his private room.
With some time to spare before eight o'clock, Wilder went to the clothing store first.
The clothes now have, but are not limited to, dirt, broken leaves, kobold bloodstains, wool, and grease stains from several pieces of pork sausage.
The thrifty predecessor didn't even have a change of clothes.
Wilder picked out a white coarse linen shirt, a dark brown short leather vest, durable coarse cloth breeches, and a pair of mid-calf leather ankle boots at the clothing store.
The new clothes accentuated her radiant face, which boasted a charm score of 11, and her youthful, well-proportioned figure, making her even more dazzling.
Finding a wife in this world shouldn't be a problem.
The adventurer's rough edge has faded considerably; he's more like a novice mage.
Wilder didn't care; his own comfort was what mattered.
He paid five silver coins with satisfaction and bought the clothes.
Including the silver coins Talia gave him, he had exactly one gold coin left in his savings.
Carrying a cloth bag filled with old clothes, Wilder headed to the place where he would drink that evening.
Wild Wolf Tavern.
One of the best taverns in Ironweave Town, the owner is said to have hired a bard who had participated in the Dragon Wars, and whose original folk songs are always heartfelt and deeply moving.
Of course, Cyrion didn't care that much about music. He chose this place simply because it was closest to the Adventurers' Guild, making it convenient for Martha to come over as soon as she got off work.
"Wild! Over here!"
As soon as the door was opened, Gru's loud voice came from inside.
Cyrion and Lyle have also arrived.
"Little guy," Gru looked him up and down, commenting with some dissatisfaction, "I wouldn't even recognize you in this outfit!"
Wilder smiled and sat down, greeting the other two before his gaze fell on Gru's knee. "Is your leg better?"
"What's so great about it? There's no injury at all!" Gru patted his knee and grinned.
Lyle sat by the window, one hand resting on the windowsill, and glanced at him with his narrow eyes: "There's no injury, but I happened to run into a howling dwarf at the hospital that day, who seemed to be getting his bones set."
"Hahahaha." Wilder and Cyrion laughed unconsciously, while Gru could only glare angrily.
Cyrion wore a clean, dark gray coat today, his beard was trimmed, and even his hair was neatly combed.
There was a glass of barely touched ale in front of him, but his eyes kept glancing towards the door.
"Captain, what time is Martha arriving?" Wilder asked.
"Soon." Cyrion looked away and cleared his throat. "She said she'd be there by 8:15."
Gru seized the opportunity to change the subject, teasingly saying, "You'd better be careful when you eat later. I've never seen you wear this outfit before; it must be expensive."
"Shut up." Cyrion glared at him, his old face turning red.
Wilder suppressed a laugh and ordered a glass of light ale from the approaching waiter.
The four of them chatted casually.
At 8:15, Martha hadn't arrived.
It was 8:45, and Martha still hadn't arrived.
Nine o'clock.
"We're not going to get stood up, are we?" Gru couldn't help but ask.
Lyle kicked him under the table.
"I'll go check out the association."
Just as Cyrion was about to get up, the tavern door was pushed open, and Martha, with her red hair, finally walked in.
"Martha! Over here!" Cyrion immediately waved.
Martha walked over, greeted a few people, picked up the beer on the table, and took a big gulp.
"Sorry I'm late." She wiped the foam from the corner of her mouth. "Something happened in the border forest, and the association transferred a lot of people, which is why I've been busy until now."
"What happened?" Cyrion asked.
Martha pursed her lips and replied, "A fire has broken out in the heart of the border forest."
"Huh? Did a monster do it?" Gru asked.
"It's still uncertain. The fire is very fierce and hasn't been extinguished yet."
Martha leaned forward and lowered her voice:
"I heard... it's dragon's breath."