Chapter 69: What Is A Super Magic Master
Gweneth glanced at her but did not argue.
Actually, after receiving the news, she had rushed here immediately, but the battle had not lasted more than a few minutes. Unless she happened to run into it like Ragna, it was impossible to arrive in time.
“Let’s go back. It’s not safe here.” Looking at Anse’s pale face, a few words of admonition reached her lips, but she realized they were not that close.
“Wherever I am is the safest place in Silver Scale Bay.” Ragna clearly did not get along with Gweneth and immediately retorted.
So even the most straightforward woman could be petty. Anse secretly complained to himself and waved his hand, saying, “Let’s go. Don’t forget my loot.”
There were too many people and eyes around. The holy symbol was burning hot, and his mana was depleted. Staying here really felt very unsafe.
Gweneth cleared the way ahead, while Anse rode his horse behind.
Emon, Finn, guards, and the guards sent by Sidney surrounded him on all sides. There were also many familiar faces in the crowd, such as the fully armed Kalenno and the big-headed warrior Matthew.
Anse wore a hood and kept his head slightly lowered, his mind still replaying the battle from earlier.
He was still not alert enough. In the future, he needed to be more careful in crowded places. He might suddenly become part of the “excitement” at any moment.
He suddenly realized that the Magic Net disruption was too advantageous for him. If not for many magical items failing, given the Shadow Thieves’ wealth, there would probably have been a bunch of life-saving equipment.
‘Not quite right. Good equipment requires attunement.’
Three pieces per person—weapons and armor took two slots. It was impossible to wear ten magic rings on both hands.
‘This Shadow Thief must have been nearby in Silver Scale Bay, otherwise it would be impossible to arrive so quickly. It seems I’ve made the Shadow Thieves’ must-kill list.’ He knew Nahshival would seek revenge, but he did not expect it so soon, after all, he had only taken down the slave ship last night.
The Shadow Thieves Guild was one of the most influential and largest thieves guilds in western Faerun, with a long history, originally founded by five thieves, and headquartered in Waterdeep.
Later, Waterdeep’s Masked Lords, under the leadership of the “Lady of Masks,” cracked down on the Shadow Thieves, driving them out of Waterdeep, and the organization was nearly destroyed.
The remnants fled to Amn, rebuilt in the capital Askatla, colluded with Amn’s upper class, aggressively recruited people from all walks of life, and their strength expanded rapidly.
It and the Night Masks were the two most powerful assassination and intelligence organizations in Faerun.
It sounded scary, but there were many people or organizations not afraid of them, such as Candlekeep, Waterdeep, Harpers, major churches…
‘Still too weak in strength.’
However, after this assassination attempt, there should not be a second one in the short term. After all, a level 9 elite had failed, and it was not easy to dispatch personnel of that level.
The Shadow Thieves Guild was very strong, but its coverage was too broad. It was impossible for every area to have too many elite Shadow Thieves. Still, the necessary vigilance was essential.
While pondering, the group had already entered Moon Shadow Kui Ling, blocking all the gazes outside.
Anse recovered a bit, his status somewhat restored, and he could walk normally now, though his complexion was not great.
He nodded to Gweneth and went straight upstairs, with Finn and the others following behind.
Gweneth grabbed Dara, who wanted to follow, pressed her back to the counter, pulled over a recliner herself, and sat by the window… basking in the sun.
Kalenno, seeing this, also retracted his extended long leg. He was curious, but he knew Anse needed rest the most right now.
“You go back and watch Little Clara. It’s not safe lately. Don’t leave her alone.” Gweneth glanced at him and said flatly.
“I’m not a nanny.” Kalenno grumbled discontentedly but obediently returned to the cloud treehouse.
Bloodline suppression—he could not resist at all.
Anse returned to his room, walked to the bedside, leaned back, and fell heavily onto the bed. Fatigue washed over him like a tide.
“Emon, you can go back. I’m fine here.” He raised his hand and tossed his bottle of healing potion to him. After all, Emon had taken a blade for him.
“Oh, okay.” Emon caught the healing potion, exchanged a glance with Finn, unsure what to say, and simply turned to leave, closing the door behind him.
At this moment, even breathing sounds came from the bed. Finn was stunned and silently stood guard nearby.
——
It was not until evening that Anse slowly woke up.
He woke up hungry. He had only eaten a little breakfast hastily and then fought a fierce battle. It would be strange if he was not hungry.
After sleeping, his body felt much better, mana recovered by a small half, and his combat power was back.
“Eat something.” Brat saw him wake and lifted the covers on the table one by one. The aroma of food immediately filled the air.
Anse’s stomach growled loudly. He took off his cloak, grabbed bread, and started gnawing on it, mumbling, “You’re really thoughtful.”
“Heh heh,” Brat chuckled oddly, raising an eyebrow with eyes full of curiosity, “I didn’t even mention it, and Dara sent up this pile of dishes, saying it was arranged by Gweneth…”
“She’s different with you.” The usually silent Finn suddenly chimed in.
Anse looked at the dozen dishes on the table that were not even in the dining room, smacked his lips, and continued eating. Gweneth was very beautiful, but their styles were too different; they did not match.
“You guys eat too.”
“You eat first.”
“How are those wounded? Any deaths?” After downing half a bowl of mushroom soup, Anse felt alive again.
“All saved. A few were crippled by Nolnos, and compensation was given. The bounty was also distributed. Ragna helped coordinate; she did not take her share. It totaled 872 gold coins…”
Brat took out a list with names and amounts written on it.
“Not a lot.” Anse sighed.
To put it bluntly, commoners’ lives were not worth much. Brat did not dare give too much; a hundred or so gold coins for disabilities was the max, more would harm them.
The bounty was purely what could not be given out. The main combat force was Ragna; since she did not want it, it saved a large expense.
“Earlier, many people wanted to see you, including many I did not recognize. I turned them away.” Brat picked up bread and said while eating.
“You did the right thing.” Anse nodded. He did not know many people; those probably had impure motives.
“Ragna had someone send a package. I did not open it.” Brat pointed to the bloodstained cloth bag in the corner.
“That package should be things from the Shadow Thief.” Anse replied.
“Are Shadow Thieves the Thieves Guild? Why assassinate you?”
“Yes and no. It’s an assassination and intelligence organization, very famous. Haven’t you heard of it…”
The group ate and chatted, as the sky outside gradually darkened.
Full and satisfied, Brat helped sort through the loot package, while Finn cleared the cutlery.
Anse lay back on the bed, his mind sinking into his consciousness.
The silver twenty-sided die rotated slowly. The fourth symbol was fully lit, and the fifth symbol had a corner lit.
‘Here it comes.’
He suppressed his excitement and lightly tapped the die.
Memory fragments surfaced in his mind one by one. This time, he deliberately slowed the playback, observing today’s battle with the Shadow Thief from a god’s-eye view.
Rough. Some combat handling was too crude. Thinking back now, he could have handled it better.
Fortunately, he had aimed to escape from the start, planning to shake off the enemy with the sea and flight. If he had been too arrogant, he would be a corpse now.
But that Shadow Thief was even rougher, wasting too much psionic energy. 「Mind Teleport」 was used too casually, and he did not even know to bait skills first against a spellcaster.
Perhaps he did not take him seriously at first.
Moments later, the memory dissipated, and the symbols turned into a nebula.
Ding—
【You gain Adventure Trait: Super Magic Master.】
「Super Magic Master」: The surging primal mana is an innate part of you. You have learned to control and guide your innate magic, gradually mastering it to unleash unique power befitting its source.
Over time, your metamagic will grow even stronger, no longer bound by rigid applications.
When spell effects allow, you can use two or more metamagics simultaneously during spellcasting, with the quantity equal to your highest spell level slot.
Gain one additional metamagic ability per sorcerer level.
The source of mana in your body is vibrant, surging like a spring, doubling your psionic energy!
“What?!”
Anse sat up abruptly, unable to hold back his exclamation, startling Brat and the other.
“What’s wrong?” Brat asked nervously.
“Nothing.” Anse quickly waved his hand, forcing himself to calm down.
What was the most proud ability of sorcerers? Metamagic!
This was a unique sorcerer ability that no one else could learn, as it seemed like a skill or technique, but its foundation was talent.
There were ten metamagics in total. Theoretically, a level 17 sorcerer could master at most six, while only legendary sorcerers might master all.
Super Magic Master allowed Anse to master all metamagics before level 10, and even use multiple in a single spell—a bit overpowered.
For example, casting fireball with reach, empower, escalate, quick cast, subtle, and others—it was hard to imagine what kind of spell effect that would be.
Of course, doing so would be very wasteful; damage would not increase much, but psionic energy would be depleted, not worth it.
But undeniably, this was a very powerful trait!
