That night Isaac still did not sleep and sat on his rock floating on the edge of the precipice gazing at the dome below in the wild plains. His mind was far too busy thinking about the villagers' proposal.
Previously, he had already thought about what he was going to do and wanted to send, more precisely, he wanted to visit the Kilguana kingdom and in particular its capital, Agartha. He wanted to see the magical advances of this world, which they had done. He was curious about their libraries, their academies and a lot of things.
Although he was convinced that what he had learned was probably different from those taught, having learned runic and arcane magic through his computer skills, he was certain that he still had a lot to learn.
Also, the proposal to take an apprentice was far from ideal. Taking on an apprentice and training him involved a responsibility and time both daily and in the long term. Although he probably had plenty of time for himself, he was still in a hurry to try and learn new skills.
In this world, Isaac had decided on several goals.
The first was to find a quiet, calm place in which he could live a trouble-free and trouble-free life free from the anxiety of his old world.
The second was to reunite with friends and family. He wasn't quite sure if his world had been totally destroyed and if so, if he succeeded in gaining full Administrator powers, he would most certainly be able to recreate his world like the old Admin did.
The last one was to make the most of it and find out what Falanx had to offer.
In addition, these objectives did not really conflict. To live a trouble-free and trouble-free life outside of life's issues, he had to be able to show the world that disturbing him was like playing with fire. With enough power, it would be possible for him to claim ownership of the Garden and ensure that no one would dare to disturb it.
Of course, he could already do it by activating his protection rune, but he didn't want that, at least not today. He wanted to discover the world and the magic. For that he had to go out and travel.
After a hectic night and poor sleep, Rita and the others got up as the sun's rays lit up the sky. They began to pack their things and prepare the horses, still under the dome, when again Isaac appeared in the sky and landed.
The dome deactivated for a moment, letting him in, before reactivating.
- "Hello" he said arriving, a smile on his face.
- "Hello, Excellency. I hope you had a good night" replied Rita, lowering her gaze slightly before raising it.
- "A rewarding night of reflection. I made a decision."
They strained their ears, ready to hear her.
- "In return for your services in the future and in order to maintain friendly relations, I have decided that I could train your apprentice," Rita and Kiril's faces lit up with joy, "Nevertheless, it will be under certain conditions. and special circumstances. "
Although Isaac didn't quite know magic yet, he probably knew enough to be able to train an apprentice, who is moreover a villager with relatively little education compared to him.
- "We are listening to you" replied Rita.
- "I have decided to discover the world and see new horizons. Before that, I will stay a while, maybe a few months or a few years, in the shrine. Your apprentice will have to come to the shrine and stay there."
Their faces darkened slightly then. Rita on her side was sad to hear that he was going to leave, but was surprised to hear her ask for Rebecca to live in the shrine, thinking it was a sacred place.
- "Like I said, there will be special conditions. Before accepting your offer, I want to evaluate her, find out what she can do and determine whether or not she can be my apprentice."
This, Rita understood. It made perfect sense for a master to meticulously choose his apprentices in order to maximize his chances of gaining reputation and glory by training the next generation of heroes or geniuses.
- "If she passes, she will follow a course of observation and training. I will show her what I can do and teach her what I know, but it will be up to her to practice and assimilate. During this training period. , she will not have the right to return to your village or to have visitors. "
The old one nodded positively in understanding. "He wants to test her strength of character and her willingness to learn by creating a rigid and difficult atmosphere for her," she deduced. This was a method used by most mentors to filter their apprentices and students and take only the best.
- "Finally, when I decide to leave, she will have two options. She can follow me to continue her training with me during my trip, or she can return to your village and continue to train alone by practicing with the knowledge I would have passed on to him. " Isaac then concluded his explanations and looked at Rita.
After some time of thought, Rita resumed.
- "I understand ... I have no word to say, that's fine with me. But you'll have to ask Rebecca's advice and see if she thinks she can undergo your training" she ended up saying quite simply. "When do you plan to assess it?"
- "The sooner the better. I'll follow you to your village and hold the exam there" he answered immediately, surprising both Rita and the others.
- "It would be an honor for us to welcome you to our humble village" she said, lowering her gaze again in a slight bow, a smirk on her face.
- "Well, when you want, we go" said Isaac, waving his hand.
Immediately, the barrier and the light from the pebbles in the center of the camp dissipated and the light, cold morning breeze blew over them. They then got on their horses as Isaac began to float in the air. He ordered the golems to resume their posts at the top of the cliffs before waiting for Kiril.
Once on their horses and ready, they set off, followed from above by Isaac and floating in the air, his clothes blown by the wind and his green arcana on his back.
At the edge of the forest, Isaac then proceeded to descend under the trees, floating a few inches above the ground and advancing just as quickly but with caution and suspicion of the darkness.
To avoid taking risks, he extended his aura about ten meters around him, surprising Rita and the others with a slight shiver down his spine, so that he could detect possible traps or wild beasts with his mana vision. .
After a day and a half of alternating between running and a minimum of pause in the enormous forest surrounding the village, the fence appeared in Isaac's field of vision which finally made a smile appear on his face. "Finally !" he thought as he accelerated.
A sound "boom" then resounds throughout the forest before the wind comes to sweep the treetops. Rita and the others now accustomed to the sounds produced by Isaac's arcane then looked up before seeing him disappear forward, puzzled before finally understanding.
Kiril then looked at one of the soldiers.
- "Go quickly to the door to inform them that we have a guest" he urges.
Immediately, the soldier squeezed his horse and galloped at full speed towards the door in front of him. No sooner had he arrived than the elf's white figure descended behind him, heaving a final sigh of satisfaction. He finally put his feet down before finally looking up at the two guards in front of the door, their spears pointed at him.
The mounted soldier then moved between them, telling them to lower their weapons. Wary of the white figure and seeing the gestures of their comrade, the two guards did not understand what he meant. They had been gone now for almost five days and the elders were starting to worry about Rita's condition.
Not that the old ones besides, everyone was worried. Also, the fact that the soldier returned alone with a stranger was a very bad sign. As they began to shift sideways, their spears still in hand, Isaac then began to diminish his aura, letting them see his face and his white clothes.
Immediately they noticed his long, pointy ears, blond hair and pristine white skin and raised their spears. "...An elf !!!" they thought.
The mounted soldier turned to Isaac and came and placed his open palm hand in front of his chest and looked down in a little curtsy while controlling his horse with the other hand.
- "Excuse their behavior, Excellency. They weren't warned of your coming" replied the horseman, glancing at the two guards.
Immediately, the two targets took a step forward and did the same. Fists on their hearts, they bowed in a bow.
- "Please excuse us, Excellency" they said in unison.
- "I understand" answered Isaac with a small smile on his face. He then turned back to the path in which the other two horsemen and Rita finally appeared. "Here they are."
Immediately, the expression of the two guards relaxed slightly before one of them entered the village, going to inform the others of the return of their old one.
During their journey, Rita had asked Isaac how and why he was speaking directly to them in their minds. At first confused, he had no idea what it meant until finally an answer came to his mind.
Ever since he had arrived here, he had always felt it, but had never paid attention. Whenever he spoke, a small part of his mana was dissipated from his body. Puzzled as to what could cause and what this phenomenon was causing, he had never had the opportunity to understand until he met other people.
After some experimentation, Isaac deduced that it was in fact a reflex he had. By dint of experience and incantation, he had accustomed his body to controlling his emotions and sensations to the point where his movements were filled with mana. With a wave of his hand he was tracing arcana, with another he was destroying them. So, little by little, his voice, his blinking, the movements of his lips and others were unconsciously charged with mana.
As a result, it gave them a varying amount of magic that influenced his surroundings. In addition, his voice and more precisely the movements of his vocal cords, had developed a second depth. An ability he named: "The Puppeteer Speaker". This ability, as the name suggests, is in fact a call carried by the mana directly to the minds of the interlocutors and giving spiritual power to the words.
In the event that the magic resistance of an individual was insufficient, the latter will immediately feel a feeling of inferiority, fear and discomfort for a period of a few minutes. If the magic resistance is too low, then the individual becomes unable to refuse the orders of the caster and becomes like a slave.
With that figured out, Isaac could try to control his mana flow and speak normally without actually telling them what he was talking to their minds about. He was already glad enough that the amount of mana his voice carried was not too great and that the people in front of him weren't too weak, Kiril and the soldiers having been trained at length to sharpen their spirits by fighting in the shadows. , and Rita, a shadow magic user, although very little due to her age.
Several minutes passed in silence before Rita and the others finally arrived. Immediately, the elder dismounted from the horse followed by Kiril who indicated to Isaac the entrance, inviting him to enter. Seeing the old woman's gestures, the guards finally stepped aside, leaving the passage.
The elf looked at them for a moment before closely following Rita, a smile on her face, watching with interest the buildings he could see through the doors. "They weren't lying, they're very good builders," he thought.
He might not have seen the difference between a good and a bad building, but from his perspective, all the houses were very fancy. Sculptures and outlines in the wood with entire trunks forming the walls and frames, giving an aura of grandeur and solidity to the houses of two to three floors.
"Is that a village? Aren't they supposed to have little houses and big fields as far as the eye can see?" Isaac wondered.
The elder then turned around with a smile on her face and indicated the houses and villagers starting to mass around the entrance, their eyes fixed on Isaac who was already starting to feel bad for help.
- "Welcome to the village of Cram!" Rita declared.