I can optimize spell code

Chapter 14 One Visit

Hearing their conversation, Hamelin, lying on the bed, suddenly waved his hand, wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and coldly snorted indifferently:

"It's no big deal! No need to ask those mages in the city for help!"

"When I was young, I fought countless monsters in the wilderness, suffering injuries far worse than this, yet death never dared to claim me!"

As he spoke, he tried to sit up straight to prove he was alright, but this aggravated his wound and caused another bout of violent dry coughing.

Looking at the old man's stubborn and defiant appearance, Luo Mu's heart sank.

He knew this old man was really stubborn; the poison was almost at his heart, yet he was still lying to himself.

The more the old man acted this way, the clearer Rom realized that they absolutely could not delay any longer.

"However..." Jack suddenly said.

"Actually, you don't need to go that far to Red Dragon City. It's less than two days' journey to the east in Silver Town. The archmage stationed there, Cassius, is a mage who is proficient in the element of light."

"Find him, maybe there's hope."

Luo Mu knew that there was a bustling town called Silver Town to the east, which was much larger than Blackstone Town.

But he never went there, because Hamelin's face would turn very ugly whenever Silver Town was mentioned, and he strictly forbade him from setting foot there.

Since there's a mage there who knows light magic, and it's nearby, things will be much easier.

"Alright, then let's go to Silver Town." Luo Mu made a quick decision.

"You're not allowed to go!"

Unexpectedly, no sooner had Rom finished speaking than Hamelin, who was lying on the straw mat, interrupted him.

"Even if I were poisoned to death today, I would never beg that hypocrite Cassius for help!"

"Back in the guild, that guy stole my array research results to become the garrison archmage! Romu, listen to me carefully, if you dare to beg him, I... I won't eat!"

After shouting those words, the old man seemed to have used up all his strength and closed his eyes tightly.

Luo Mu was taken aback.

Unexpectedly, Hamelin and Cassius had such a history of hatred.

No wonder the old man preferred to live a life of poverty and hardship in the remote and impoverished Blackstone Town rather than ever visit Silver Town.

Seeing the old man's pained yet stubborn expression, Luo Mu inwardly scoffed:

"That old man is incredibly stubborn. He's practically dead, yet he's still clinging to that pitiful bit of pride..."

Luo Mu didn't care about the grudges and feuds of the previous generation.

His logic was simple: even if the other party was unwilling, he could just find an opportunity to steal back the code for "Holy Healing" during the visit.

Light-based spells must be incorporated into one's own language library.

As for whether Cassius was a hypocrite?

That's none of my business.

...

"Understood, teacher."

Rom poured a freshly brewed pot of medicine into a bowl, placed it by the bedside, and gave instructions to the weak Hamelin.

"I'll go to town and see if I can buy some more anti-inflammatory herbs; you're running out of medicine."

Hamelin, his eyes half-closed, leaned against the wall and hummed twice. Suddenly, as if remembering something, his chapped lips moved slightly.

"Ahem... well, Rom. Since you're going to town... when you go to Gil's tavern, could you check if his newly brewed 'Green Barley Beer' has come out of the barrel? If so, could you...?"

"cannot."

Romün interrupted him without hesitation, and criticized him harshly:

"The abyssal toxins are almost reaching your heart, and you're still thinking about drinking?"

Hamelin was taken aback by the retort. He glared at her, wanting to retaliate, but knowing he was in the wrong, he could only mutter sheepishly, "Just a tiny sip... I survived a troll bite on the leg by drinking a couple of sips of alcohol..."

Seeing the old man's pitiful appearance, Luo Mu sighed helplessly.

As he reached the door, he paused, his back to Hamelin, and said, "If you have any, I'll bring you a small jug. Just stay inside."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked out.

Hamelin looked at the closed wooden door, a smile playing on his lips, and muttered, "That brat is getting bolder and bolder, daring to lecture me like that."

...

"Let's go, let's go to Silver Town."

Rom glanced at Jack, who was actually smiling.

Jack had anticipated that Rom would act on his own.

Moreover, he had just overheard the conversation between the master and apprentice. Although Rom's tone was stiff, the concern conveyed between the lines touched Jack, a rich young man who had grown up in the city.

"You are so kind to Master Hamelin. My so-called tutors at the academy were just people who took money to teach and then had nothing to do with me after graduation. They didn't have the kind of teacher-student relationship you have with me."

Luo Mu glanced at him but didn't respond.

Stop flattering me. But I need to go back to Blackrock Town before I leave.

Upon hearing that they had to return to Blackrock Town, Jack immediately shook his head repeatedly.

"I'll wait for you in the woods near the town gate!"

He was just driven out of town yesterday by the whole town with pitchforks, so he wouldn't dare go back in and embarrass himself now.

Rom didn't press the issue. "Do you have any gold or silver coins? Give me some."

Jack was taken aback, not expecting someone to be so blunt about asking for money.

...

Rorschach walked into Blackrock Town alone, a warm breeze blowing on his face.

It was just past noon, and the large fire array that had been relit in the square had melted the snow around the town, making it feel nothing like the dead of winter.

He went straight to the "Old Oak Tavern" in town.

Gil, the tavern owner, was wearing only a thin linen shirt and was drying a pile of damp wheat in front of the tavern.

"Hey! Rom is here!"

As soon as Jill looked up and saw Rom, she immediately came over, wiped the sweat from her brow, and laughed, "Thanks to you for fixing that large magic circle, good heavens, I haven't sweated so much in winter for years, it feels so good!"

"Uncle Jill, I've come to ask you for a favor."

Rom stepped forward, took out two silver coins from Jack's pocket, and handed them over: "I have to go on a long trip and may not be back for two days. If you have time, could you please go to Stone Castle and look after Teacher Hamelin and buy him some food and medicine?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Jill's face hardened, and she shoved the silver coins aside, feigning anger, "That old man saved me back then, it's only right that I take care of him! How could I accept money from you two? Go ahead, I'll be there to keep him company in a bit."

At this point, Jill suddenly lowered her voice: "By the way, my new batch of barley wine is almost ready to drink. The old man must be craving it these days. Should I sneak him a couple of cans to satisfy his craving?"

Luo Mu smiled knowingly.

These two have known each other for decades, and it's clear that no one can hide their friendship from the other.

"Just bring one can, and whatever you do, don't let him drink more."

Hearing the commotion, several townspeople who were helping to dry the wheat nearby gathered around and chimed in with their opinions:

"Rom, you can go out without worry! We'll all take turns looking after Master Hamelin. Thanks to you and your apprentice, Blackrock Town was able to survive this winter!"

"Then I'll have to trouble everyone."

Rom nodded his thanks, "However, please keep my departure a secret from my teacher. If he asks, just say I was grinding herbs in town."

After settling everything in, Rom quickly left and found Jack shivering in the woods outside town.

The man was hiding behind a large red pine tree, peeking out cautiously, afraid that some townspeople coming into the mountains would recognize his distinctive white robe.

"Alright, stop hiding. The people in town don't have time to bother with you."

Luo Mu glanced at the sky. "The journey is a bit long. We need to try to get there before dark. Come here and hold on tight."

Rom retrieved the optimized version of the [Windwalker] spell code from the system and made a mental decision.

"Buzz—!"

An extremely powerful and smooth stream of air instantly rose from beneath their feet.

Because Rom removed the restriction in the original code that was "used to maintain an elegant posture," the explosive power of this wind element was extremely rapid.

"Oh!"

Jack let out a gasp.

His large white robe was instantly lifted high by the strong upward wind, covering his head and revealing the gray cotton trousers underneath.

"Ugh! My robes!"

Jack frantically tried to hold down her skirt, but found the wind was too strong to stop it. She could only cover the front with one hand and the back with the other, looking extremely comical.

Rom's lips twitched as he looked at Jack's disheveled appearance.

No wonder the original spell code had to include such a lewd and redundant command as "a gentle breeze lifting a girl's long skirt"...

Looking back now, I realize I really misunderstood the mage who wrote that [Windwalking] spell.