Chapter 76: Chapter 67: Inscribing the Trick Rune
Roland was all too familiar with the object before him.
It was the very sa bone that Bronson held every night, ticulously carving Spell Patterns into it to draw in Magic Elents.
However...
Noticing Dalko’s attention wasn’t on the bone, Roland stepped forward discreetly. As he slowly began to re-wrap it in the linen cloth, he casually asked,
"Dalko, you just said... Mr. Bronson left the manor?"
"That’s right."
Dalko, who had been about to ask about the bone’s origin, was distracted and instantly lost interest.
In any case, he didn’t care much about what Bronson had given Roland. Right now, his only concern was his father’s safety.
"Mr. Bronson did indeed leave the manor, but he didn’t say where he was going."
Hearing this, Roland wasn’t surprised.
After Bronson had previously gone out alone to gather Magic Elents, it seed perfectly plausible that the research-obsessed scholar would do anything unexpected.
What Roland couldn’t understand, however, was why Bronson would have Dalko give this bone to him.
’Is he in a hurry for
to test this bone’s effects?’
As he was pondering this, Dalko’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
"What about you, Roland? When are you planning to return to the manor?"
"In a few more days."
He still had enough money in his pocket to buy a dozen or so more Devil Fish.
According to his original plan, Roland intended to finish Refining the remaining Spirit Summoning Potion in Distant Harbor before heading back.
"Then why don’t you co back with !"
Seeing Roland seed to have improved Dalko’s mood considerably. The young nobleman reverted to his usual self.
He placed a hand on Roland’s shoulder and said with a smile.
"If nothing unexpected happens, King Morne will be summoning us nobles in a few days. Once the audience is over, I’ll be able to leave."
"Alright."
Roland nodded slightly.
"So where are you staying now? Do you want to stay with ..."
Before Dalko could finish, Roland gently waved his hand, declining the offer.
For one thing, Refining Spirit Summoning Potion required a quiet environnt.
And for another...
His hand unconsciously touched the hard bone in his bundle, and his eyebrow rose slightly.
’Now that I have a bone that can absorb Magic Elents, I don’t have to wait until I’m back at the manor to learn a Trick.’
The thought of the Flaming Arrow Bronson had cast that day filled Roland with an unbearable sense of anticipation.
Although a Trick’s power was limited, the chance to learn a supernatural skill was sothing anyone would yearn for.
Roland was certainly no exception.
"Alright then..."
Seeing Roland refuse, Dalko shrugged nonchalantly.
"Then how will I contact you?"
"Go to..."
After giving the na of the inn where he was staying, the two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then Roland turned to leave.
Back in his inn room, he eagerly unwrapped the bundle.
Gazing at the pale bone, Roland took a deep breath to calm his slightly racing heart.
He then closed his eyes, carefully recalling Bronson’s instructions on how to use the Spell Patterns as he slowly placed his palm on the bone, which glead with a cold light.
The mont his palm touched the bone, an icy sensation spread from his fingertips.
At first, nothing unusual happened.
But just as Roland was about to give up, the seemingly random Engravings suddenly beca clear in his mind.
Each line seed to co alive, outlining a complete pattern in the depths of his consciousness.
"This is..."
Roland’s heart trembled.
He felt the fine Engravings on the bone’s surface begin to warm up slightly, and sothing invisible in the air seed to be slowly drawn toward it.
Like a traveler in the desert suddenly catching the scent of water vapor, he clearly sensed the existence of Magic Elents for the first ti.
The free-floating Energy swirled around the bone like tiny fireflies.
They would sotis gather into a stream, sotis scatter about, but were ultimately all captured by the exquisite patterns on the bone.
As more and more Magic Elents gathered, Roland suddenly felt a slight sting in his palm.
The Energy absorbed by the bone actually began to seep in slowly through his fingertips.
At first, it felt like icy threads burrowing into his skin, bringing with them a slight numbness.
But as more Magic Elents poured in, Roland’s palm began to heat up, as if it were subrged in a spring whose temperature was gradually rising.
He could clearly feel the unfamiliar Energy flowing slowly along the channels of his arm. Wherever it passed, his muscles would tremble involuntarily.
It was a peculiar experience.
It was neither painful nor pleasant, but rather an unprecedented sense of... presence.
It was as if a tangible substance had suddenly been injected into what were once empty blood vessels.
Roland could even seem to hear a faint humming as the Magic Power flowed, like the sound of distant, barely audible wind chis.
His breathing quickened unconsciously, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
His body was having so trouble adjusting to receiving Magic Elents for the first ti.
Every ti the Magic Elents passed through a joint, it would cause an instinctive tensing.
But strangely, when the Magic Power reached the vicinity of his brain, Roland felt a peculiar sense of fullness.
It was as if he had chugged a large glass of sparkling water, and even his heartbeat beca exceptionally clear and strong.
"Hooo..."
After a long exhale, Roland slowly lifted his hand from the bone.
Though his fingertips were still trembling slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up in an irrepressible smile.
"Mr. Bronson... you really are a genius."
He murmured in admiration, his eyes twinkling with excitent.
Without any hesitation, Roland turned and sat on the edge of the bed. After regulating his breathing, he closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, a familiar haziness filled his vision.
The scent of the damp sea breeze vanished, replaced by the unique silence of the Consciousness Shallows.
Completely different from the chaotic, surging scene he had witnessed when he first drank the Spirit Summoning Potion, the Consciousness Shallows now presented a refreshing tranquility.
The gray fog had long since dissipated, replaced by a sea surface as clear as a mirror, reflecting an endless azure sky.
A gentle breeze carried the unique, fresh scent of the sea, as if it were cleansing his very thoughts, making them exceptionally clear.
Recalling the Rune structure for Flaming Arrow that Bronson had demonstrated, Roland took a deep breath and slowly traced his finger through the empty air.
As he made the first stroke, his Spiritual Power materialized in the Consciousness Shallows, seeping from his fingertip like a silk thread and leaving a crimson trail in the air.
’The core arc of the Rune must be precise... Too loose, and the Magic Power will dissipate. Too tight, and it will cause a premature combustion.’
Roland muttered to himself as he watched the red light bend and take shape according to his will.
The mont the three arcs converged, the Rune suddenly began to tremble slightly.
Roland imdiately steadied his wrist and began to sketch the peripheral auxiliary patterns.
This ti, he picked up the pace. The threads of Spiritual Power danced like flickering flas, quickly weaving the serrated Burning marks and the sharp projection arrowhead.
As the final stroke was completed, the entire Rune suddenly collapsed inward, transforming into a single, floating, dark-red point of light.
Roland could feel the compressed heat within it.
It was like holding an ember on the verge of bursting into Fla.
He carefully wrapped it in his consciousness, placed it in a specific spot in the depths of his mind, and then left the Consciousness Shallows.
The mont he returned to reality, a line of clear text slowly materialized before his eyes.
[Skill Acquired: Flaming Arrow. Current Level: Level 1]
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