How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 68 Resonance of the Magic Network

It was different from my experience climbing the Gray Tower.

This time, Kane was following the white-robed mage up the stairs.

Although they encountered other monks on the way, everyone was busy with their own affairs and no one paid them much attention.

Kane wasn't surprised; he knew this was a common sight in the mage tower.

Ordinary mages also need to accumulate merit through researching spells, brewing potions, enchanting artifacts, and teaching apprentices.

Only after sufficient training can one receive guidance from the Tower Master and learn true first-level or higher spells.

After all, at Nord, knowledge has always been expensive.

The two walked all the way to the top of the tower.

The white-robed monk stopped in front of a door, raised his hand and knocked lightly, and the door opened silently inward.

"Please come in."

A gentle voice came from inside the house, and Kane followed the white-robed mage inside.

An old man sat by the window, dressed in a bright white robe and wearing a monk's hat, with clear and bright eyes.

Kane knew that this was the owner of the mage tower, a third-tier mage of the Prophecy school.

The white-robed monk bowed and reported:

"He is the apprentice who caused the magic network to resonate."

The old man smiled slightly at Kane.

His gaze seemed to casually sweep over the area on his hand covered by gauze, where the Dead Apostle Ring was hidden.

He discovered it?

Kane was on guard, but the old man had already spoken:

"Let me speak with Mr. Kate alone."

The white-robed monk withdrew as instructed and closed the door behind him.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

Information about this third-tier mage of the Prophecy school flashed through Kane's mind:

Edwin, who had traveled to many countries, eventually accepted the invitation from the Kingdom of Nords to build this towering dome in the city of war.

He noticed the way the other person had looked at the ring earlier and weighed his options.

Just then, Edwin chuckled softly and said gently.

"Sir Night's Watchman, why have you come to my mage tower?"

Kane's eyes flickered slightly, and he no longer concealed his true feelings. After a moment's thought, he spoke frankly:

Before Kane could respond, he continued:

"The Dead Apostle ring on your hand might not be recognized by ordinary people, but I do. And..."

Kane's eyes flickered slightly, and he no longer concealed his true feelings. After a moment's thought, he spoke frankly:

"I'm sorry, Master, I deliberately concealed my identity in order to investigate a missing person case."

"Your Tower previously had an apprentice named Everett, and I suspect he has met with some misfortune."

This name is that of the apprentice whom Shar is investigating who recently disappeared.

Edwin's expression became slightly more serious:

"You think it was done by our mage tower?"

"No," Kane shook his head.

"Given your status, there's no need for that."

However, I suspect that there may be some force secretly luring and even persecuting those unsuccessful mage apprentices.

Therefore, I think his disappearance is likely related to the people he came into contact with, which is why I concealed my identity and entered the High Dome.

Edwin scrutinized him, his gaze calm yet carrying a sense of pressure.

Kane remained respectful, but inwardly he was not flustered.

His status as a Night Watchman gave him the ability to secure a space for dialogue, even in front of the Mage Tower.

After a while, Edwin's expression finally softened, as if he had accepted the reason.

Kane breathed a sigh of relief, then paused for a moment before speaking:

"Master, may I ask how my disguise was discovered?"

According to his plan, he would not have met the Tower Master, nor would he have had his identity exposed by the Dead Apostle Ring.

But since we've failed, we need to find the flaws and avoid repeating the same mistakes.

Edwin smiled, his tone as gentle as ever:

"When people first come into contact with the magic network, the more talented they are, the longer they can immerse themselves in it."

If it resonates with the magic network, it could even cause others to sever their connection to it.

Kane immediately understood.

No wonder it felt like only a moment had passed, while everyone else had already left.

It turned out that he had connected to the magic network, unknowingly blocking other people's connections.

But Edwin immediately frowned, a look of confusion in his eyes:

"No... The flow of ether around you indicates that you are now a formal spellcaster."

But if this is the first time encountering the magic network, this doesn't make sense...

He muttered to himself, his expression shifting several times before finally looking up at Kane:

"You are walking the path of arcane magic."

A hint of surprise flashed across Kane's face, then he nodded.

Since arriving in Nord, everyone has regarded him as an ordinary mage.

This was the first time someone had seen through his arcanist nature.

Edwin looked at him, a hint of melancholy and relief flashing in his eyes, and then he smiled:

"After all these years, I've finally seen him again..."

"Saw it again?" Kane asked, puzzled.

"When I was young, I also wanted to become an arcanist."

Edwin's gaze seemed to travel through time, landing on the distant past.

"That is a path that brings great power to oneself, unlike most mages today who are merely users of magic networks, rather than masters of magic."

He shook his head gently, a hint of nostalgia and regret in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, my talent... is ultimately limited."

Finally, he looked at Kane, his voice gentle and calm:

"Sir Night's Watchman, you are on an extremely difficult path."

Very few people can make it this far.

Kane remained silent.

The other party is right; arcanists need to personally understand and construct each spell rune model.

If it weren't for the panel's assistance, he probably would have given up halfway through.

"In that case, I'll give you this notebook."

Edwin raised his hand in a gesture, and a thin notebook slowly rose from the pile of books on the nearby bookshelf, floating quietly between the two of them.

Kane's eyes flickered slightly.

This was the first time he had ever witnessed someone else using "Mage's Hand".

The notebook cover had some kind of distorted writing that he couldn't decipher.

"This is an arcanist's notebook that I obtained when I traveled to the Elven Court of Susas in my early years. The owner of the notebook is no longer here."

It might be helpful to you.

The notebook then floated to Kane's face.

Kane accepted the notebook solemnly. Regardless of the other party's original intention, this notebook was undoubtedly of great significance to him.

"Thank you," he said sincerely.

Edwin nodded slightly:

"It's rare to find someone who perseveres on this path; I hope you can...keep going."

Edwin gave his instructions, then changed the subject:

"Since you've come for Everett, why don't we do a divination to see how my missing apprentice is doing?"

Kane's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded in agreement.

Edwin took out the crystal ball and slowly closed his eyes.

Time passed slowly, until one moment, Edwin suddenly opened his eyes, his tone grave:

"He's still alive...and he's become a full-fledged spellcaster."

"A formal spellcaster?" Kane was taken aback.

Could Everett be the real mastermind behind all this? The "Demon Child" with the power of a ghoul?

This is completely contrary to his previous assumption that "Everett was a victim".

"Mr. Kate, are you still planning to stay in my mage tower?"

Edwin asked, "Perhaps he harbors a secret that no one knows about."

After a moment's thought, Kane quickly made a decision: "I still request to stay."

His plan was very clear.

If Everett is indeed that person, he will likely continue to contact his old acquaintances in the tower.

If he was just a victim, then he also left the tower.

Staying might lead to a clue.

Edwin smiled slightly and gently tapped a silver bell on the table.

The white-robed mage who had been there earlier immediately pushed open the door and entered. When he saw the notebook in Kane's hand, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"From this day forward, Kate will be my apprentice."

Edwin gave the order.

Kane's mind raced, and the white-robed mage immediately and respectfully replied, "Yes."

Kane calmly expressed his gratitude and, under Edwin's gentle gaze, followed the white-robed mage out of the room.

The door was closed.

Edwin sat alone by the window, his gaze returning to the crystal ball on the table, muttering to himself:

"The prophecy suggests that a small act of kindness shown to a stranger today may bring rewards in the future..."

"A notebook that will never be used... perhaps this prophecy will come true."

He gently stroked the crystal ball with his fingertips, his gaze gradually deepening:

"The Night's Watch's Dead Apostle... the missing apprentice Everett... the Cult of Demons..."

"Nord's future is becoming increasingly uncertain..."