Sylvester soon arrived at the Pope's Palace and went directly to the large underground arena. He had five more months to train with the Pope and wanted to make the best of it. Currently, being Archwizard level three, he wished to push himself to the next level by the end of the year.
He still didn't understand how and why he could level up so fast and reckoned it had something to do with his body's ability to turn the blood into solarium, but he didn't have the time to research.
His next five months were thoroughly planned and packed with things to do. Focusing on training, printing the book, inventing more things, and expanding his influence in and outside the Holy Land.
"Good, you're on time."
The Pope entered the arena. He seemed prepared already, as there was nothing on the torso but shredded muscles and a few scars of his might. He didn't even greet Sylvester and right away picked dual longswords from the weapons rack.
