I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 60 The City of Mages

With some time before the event started, Fina continued to busy herself with her work, while Wilder wandered around the room.

"Are these books safe to read?"

He pointed to the bookshelf, which was crammed with volumes, and asked.

"Yes," Fina said without looking up, "but you can't steal the spells from the scroll."

"Um."

Wilder dared not steal the spell scrolls; the price of spell scrolls here was at least twice that of the merchant guild, and he would lose a fortune if caught.

He pulled a book out of the bookshelf.

The leather straps, the dark red tanned leather cover, and the yellowed parchment pages resemble a copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" from a previous life.

A handwritten note was pasted on the cover, which read: The Foundation of Mathematical Olympiad.

Lift the paper strip, and below is the original title of the book on the cover, in a long, unusual font.

(The Foundation of Mathematical Olympiad)

Wilder understood it at a glance; it was the same script Lyle had used—ordinary Elvish.

"Can you understand it?" Fina glanced up at him.

"It's the foundation of the International Mathematical Olympiad."

“Of course you can understand Common Language,” Fina shook her head. “I’m referring to the contents of the book.”

"Oh, let me see."

Wilde turned to the first page, and lines of elegant Elvish text came into view, quickly translating into the common language in his mind.

"Occult mathematics, 'occult' means... um... the vastness of the universe, 'numerical' means... something of order, and when the two intertwine, they become... the root of arcane magic?"

A linguist is not a linguistics apprentice.

Having seen Lyle's Elvish writings last time, Wilde had already fully mastered the language.

But he still spoke very slowly, making it sound hesitant and even deliberately mispronouncing a few words.

He had a feeling that mastering Elvish might be an important stepping stone to getting closer to Fina and thus accessing the ancient texts.

It can only be brick, never jade.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain how one mastered the language.

However, Fina was still stunned when she heard Wilder's translation.

"Wild, you can read this without a dictionary?" She looked at him in surprise. "And so quickly?"

"what?"

Wilder frowned.

Is it still not installed properly?

Is the world's ability to learn languages ​​really that poor?

Judging from his translation just now, he probably didn't even reach the B1 level of English in the old world...

"Where did you learn Elvish? Which teacher?"

In order to join the Scriveners' Guild, Fina spent a lot of money to hire a half-elf teacher to teach her Elvish.

However, this language and the common language are completely different forms of language, and the learning progress is extremely slow.

"Well……"

Wilder had already thought about what to say.

During his downtime from his adventures, he spent a few days learning from a half-elf teammate named Lyle, acquiring some basic skills.

But now it seems that the fur is rather thick.

"My neighbor in the countryside is an elder elf. I learned from him since I was a child, and I've been learning for over ten years."

"No wonder, you've been learning since elementary school."

Fina seemed to have regained some of her composure and smiled, "Wilde, then you're really suited to be a mage."

"Hmm...why?" Wilder asked, puzzled.

"Most of the ancient books and scrolls related to mages are written in Elvish and Dragon script, so knowing Elvish will make things much easier."

She continued, "Or you could say that you're better suited to be a Scrivenist mage."

"Miss Fina, please don't find me annoying..."

Wilder asked again, "And what is this Scriveners you're talking about?"

"Well, to put it simply, they are mages who spend their entire lives copying, recording, and researching magic."

She tapped herself with the end of her quill pen. "I belong to this school."

Wilder understood.

They're researchers!

It seems that having knowledge gives you a place in any world.

Hollen dislikes this school of thought so much probably because he was a sports student with poor academic performance.

"So? Interested in joining?" Fina smiled slyly. "You're very talented."

He stole the apprentice that his mentor, Horen, had his eye on, and even recruited him into the Scribes' Society, which Horen disdained the most...

It's interesting to think about.

"How good is the Scriveners' ability to use magic?" Wilder asked.

"We're definitely not as good as other factions," Fina explained. "After all, everyone has their own expertise, and we spend more time on books."

"Is that so..."

Therefore, it seems that the Scriveners school is not suitable for Wilder's characteristic of gaining experience by killing monsters.

"Let me find out more."

"Alright, I'll take you to some activities first. Most of the activities organized by the Mage Association are led by the Scribes."

Fina stood up. "It's about time, let's go."

"it is good."

Wilder put the book back on the shelf and left the testing room with Fina.

……

The two left the Adventurers' Guild and walked for about 15 minutes before finally stopping in front of a magic supplies trading shop.

"Holding a meeting here?" Wilder asked, somewhat surprised.

I guess so.

Fina kept him in suspense and led him into the trading company.

She didn't stay on the first floor, but went straight up the stairs on the inside side of the door.

Wilder had been captivated by the dazzling array of magical items on his previous visits, completely unaware that there was a staircase here.

Going up to the second floor, it became much quieter and more spacious.

The huge space had only a few wooden tables and chairs in the corner, with an open space of about 500 square feet in the middle.

"Is this where we're having a meeting?" Wilder asked.

It's more like a distribution center than a meeting place.

It's not that meetings can't be held, but making them so simple feels like it doesn't suit the glamorous and lucrative nature of this profession.

"If we weren't here, how many mages would Ironweave Town have? Not enough to support even one mage event."

Fina changed the subject, asking, "Wilde, have you ever left Ironweave Town?"

"no."

Wilder, who had never left the town but had been to another world, shook his head.

"I grew up in the countryside, and the farthest place I've ever been is a town."

Fina smiled, said nothing, and led him to the open space in the middle.

An old man in a white robe stood there, as quiet as an old oak tree.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Banchors Ann."

Good afternoon, Miss Fina.

"I plan to attend the Dharma Master's event at 3 PM. Please open the door for me."

As she spoke, Fina pulled out the Mage Association badge from her pocket.

The old man nodded, then looked at Wilde.

Wilder also took out his own badge and handed it over.

The old man remained silent.

"This is my friend, Mr. Wilde, who speaks Elvish and is ready to join us for the event."

He nodded slightly after Fina finished speaking.

Then, he pulled out a long, gray-white staff from behind his back, the orange crystal at the top of the staff emitting a bright light.

Point forward.

A large gate with gleaming gold trim suddenly appeared in the open space.

The door slowly opened, and a semi-transparent light film covered the door, rippling gently like water.

"Let's go, I'll take you on a long trip."

Fina glanced at Wilder, then stepped inside.

Wilder swallowed hard and followed him inside.

It's black in front of you.

When I opened my eyes again—

The lights were dazzling and bright.

Tall stone columns surround the building in layers, standing neatly and supporting a huge dome that is as high as ninety feet.

The circular seats spread outwards in layers, creating a magnificent and imposing effect.

Wilder was stunned.

"This is……"

Fina smiled slightly:

"Welcome to Orion, the city of mages."