I am the Enchantress!

I'm somewhat interested in Chapter 59.

The celebration party lasted until 11 p.m.

On the friendly advice of Mr. Conrad, the owner of the Red House Clinic, Cyrion and his party finally decided to leave.

Martha chose to stay overnight at the clinic and go directly to work at the association the next morning.

Whether the clinic will become a love hotel after turning into a tavern remains to be seen.

Gru and Lyle made their way back to their respective hotels.

The drunken dwarf became even more talkative, repeatedly recounting the story of the woman in Blackrock Fortress who secretly loved him, which made Lyle quicken his pace.

Wilder returned to the Colt Inn alone.

The tavern on the first floor had already passed its most lively time, with only a few drunkards lying on the tables, refusing to leave.

Ella was bending over, mopping the floor, her sexy short skirt billowing slightly behind her, outlining her rounded curves.

When she saw Wilder return, she blinked and went back to work.

After discovering that Wilde was sharing a table with another brown-haired girl every day, her enthusiasm for the young mage cooled.

The girls in Tiewen Town are passionate and fiery, but they are definitely not pushy!

But as Wilder approached and his young and handsome face came into view, she couldn't help but speak:

"Don't bother looking anymore, that girl finished eating and went upstairs a long time ago."

"Ah..." Wilder scratched his head, "I was actually looking for water, I'm a little thirsty."

Ella sniffed the air. "Have you been drinking?"

"Yeah, I had a drink with my teammates."

"Why didn't you come here for a drink? Are you tired of the food at the Colt Inn?"

A man who easily gets bored with the old and craves the new!

As a child, Ella loved reading the book "Small Adventures, Big Life Lessons," which helped her develop the habit of seeing the big picture from small details.

"One of my teammates injured his leg, so we drank at the infirmary."

Wilder, slightly drunk, spoke with an even more magnetic voice, "I'll bring them here to try it next time."

"oh."

Although Ella didn't quite know how to drink in a clinic, for some reason, she still believed him.

"Wait a minute."

After saying that, she leaned the mop against the wall, turned around, and went into the kitchen.

Less than fifteen minutes later, she returned to the front hall carrying a ceramic bowl and placed it on Wilder's table.

A bowl of refreshing drink with mint leaves, lemon and ice.

"Drink it, it'll help you sober up," she said, pursing her lips.

Wilder paused for a moment, then gave a friendly smile.

"Thank you, thank you for your help."

The cool, sweet water went down my throat, and a refreshing feeling washed over me, instantly dispelling most of my drunkenness.

Seeing his relieved expression, Ella unconsciously pursed her lips.

But the next second, she suddenly realized.

What am I doing?

Didn't I decide not to get close to this man?

But when I saw his face just now, it was as if I was bewitched by some kind of charm, and I unconsciously developed a liking for him again.

It's like being under a spell.

Is this a skill only bards possess?

"You…" she began to ask, "Are you really a mage?"

"Hmm, just a novice mage."

Wilder looked up and answered with a smile.

……

The next day, Wilde was awakened by the sound of horses' hooves and shouts outside his window.

Exhausted from the battle and the alcohol in the beer, he slept until noon.

The tavern on the first floor was already full of diners, and Ella was bustling about like a butterfly among the tables and chairs.

Having eaten too much last night, Wilder chose a lighter set meal and went to the Adventurers' Guild after finishing his meal.

Cyrion's leg injury will take a day or two to recover, Gru must have had another fierce battle last night and probably needs to rest and recuperate, while Lyle is focused on breaking through the barrier of the intermediate ranger.

They cannot accept any missions today.

As a mage with fragile health and low defense, Wilder naturally wouldn't consider teaming up with unfamiliar adventurers.

There was no particular purpose to this trip; I was just wandering around to see if there was any news or new assignments.

The association's lobby remains the same.

The adventurers' arguments and curses were incessant, and the stench of blood from wounds and the stench of monster corpses mingled together, making the spacious hall feel extremely crowded and noisy at all times.

If an ordinary resident were to accidentally wander in, they would probably be scared half to death.

However, Wilder is now quite familiar with this place, and even knows a few people here.

"Martha, how's Cyrion?"

Her counter was empty, so Wilder went over to say hello.

"When I left, he was sleeping like a log," Martha said without any hesitation. "His leg injury should be fine now; he went back to the hotel to rest this afternoon."

"That's good."

Wilder was worried that his blood rushing would reopen his wounds, but it seems that the warrior's physique is indeed beyond imagination.

"You're here to take on another mission?" Martha asked.

"I'm just browsing around."

"Yesterday you provided information about the unusual appearance of high-level monsters. I have already reported it to my superiors, and the association has sent a specialist to investigate."

"So efficient?" Wilder was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, because it's not just you guys, there are two other teams that also encountered high-level monsters in easy-level missions."

Martha's voice lowered, "But they weren't as lucky as you. One team was half seriously injured, and the other team lost all three members."

All three were killed?

Wilde recalled the three adventurers who had been wiped out by the goblin priest.

Maybe it's them...

At that moment, a team that had come to deliver their mission approached the front desk, and Wilder said goodbye and left.

This time, he went to the second floor.

He walked past the professionals waiting in line for their assessments, went straight to the room at the end of the corridor, and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Wilder pushed open the door and went in. Fina was sitting in a chair by the window without looking up, engrossed in reading a book.

"Miss Fina, it's been a long time," he greeted her.

"Wild, you've arrived."

Fina looked up, smiled, and asked, "You're not here to assess intermediate-level mages, are you?"

"No, Professor Hollen won't always give in to me."

Moreover, judging from the ever-increasing evaluation fees, the cost of a mid-level mage's evaluation would not be less than twenty gold, and Wilder did not want to waste that money.

He didn't even have the money to spend.

"It would be great if Hollen were still in charge of the intermediate mage assessment."

Fina sighed softly, "That way I might be able to pull some strings."

"Who's in charge?" Wilder asked.

Moreover, he could tell from her words that Fina was only a low-level mage.

Is the intermediate mage title really that valuable?

"It's not a specific person, but the Magic Association. Anyway, it's quite troublesome."

"oh."

Wilder wasn't very interested in that either, and instead asked, "Is Instructor Hollen not here today?"

"He has tasks assigned by the association. Do you need to speak with him about something?"

"no."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Didn't you say last time that the Mage Association occasionally has events?" Wilder scratched his head. "I wanted to ask when they are."

"interested?"

"A little."

If the event is related to ancient books, then there's a good chance.

Fina flipped through the calendar on the table, her slender fingertips pausing on one spot.

"It just so happens that it's available this afternoon."

She smiled gently, "I'll take you to see it in a bit."