Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 181 The Dead and Ruins
Maeve kept tilting her head and looking at him with a strange gaze: "Meow, are you a mage, a warlock, or a paladin?"

The human and the cat share a symbiotic relationship and can roughly sense each other's professional status.

“Hmm, I have a wide range of interests. I even cast spells.” With a thought, Anser conjured a white quill from his spellbook, which hovered above the pages, spinning and dancing lively.

"Meow? That's rare." Maeve jumped to Anser's side, rested her chin on the edge of the book, and squinted at the dancing mage's pen.

“Can you sense it? The magic network is in disarray, and many spellcasters have lost their ability to cast spells,” Anser explained.

"Meow? Meow!" Maeve suddenly stood up, took two laps with her cat-like steps, and then lay down weakly. "I can't sense it. My arcane power depends on your existence. Whatever you use, I will use."

“That’s not bad.” Anser said, recalling the spell model of the Alarm spell.

The monk's pen danced swiftly across the pages, creating an abstract, three-dimensional model. The trajectory was clear, the layers distinct, and the model precise, with every node perfectly aligned.

Five minutes later, the mage's brush finally stopped.

The top of the page reads "Alarm Technique," and below it is a complex 3D model with detailed annotations, filling the entire page.

"The first-ring spells are already full, what about the second and third rings?" Anser also knew how to copy scrolls and knew that the most important thing about spell scrolls was the continuity. If the magic flow was not smooth, it would be useless no matter how accurately you copied it.

There is no standard size for spell scrolls. The smaller the better, as long as they can be cast normally. If they are made into one-meter scrolls, they are not only inconvenient to carry, but also easy to damage.

“Meow, one spell per page, the Mage’s Pen can write very small,” Maeve explained.

Anser understood that the Book of Castella could be accessed mentally during meditation, and the font size indeed did not affect readability.

He didn't waste any time and continued copying other spells. It took him more than two hours to copy all eight first-level spells and four second-level spells into the spellbook. He copied each one twice so that it would be easier to tear the scrolls by hand.

He felt a great sense of accomplishment as he flipped through the densely packed contents of the spellbook.

He had a sudden inspiration and tried to copy down the sorcerer's spells, but the sorcerer's pen paused for a moment and wrote a bunch of gibberish.

'It's not impossible, but I need to figure it out myself first.' He wasn't disappointed; there's still a long future ahead.

He turned to the page with the warning spell written on it, and tore it open forcefully, but the page didn't budge.

Maeve covered her eyes with her paws, looking as if she couldn't bear to look.

Anser chuckled dryly, then understood. As he tore at the book, he gave the command, and the pages glowed and fell off automatically.

A flash of inspiration struck, and the spell model above seemed to come alive, every node and line brimming with magic, making it exceptionally vivid.

He rolled up the pages and carefully placed them into the dragon skin bag.

'One a day isn't bad either. I knew not all monks are diligent!'

After finishing these tasks, he authorized five spells to Maeve: Alarm, Mage Armor, Invisible Servant, Find Mystic, and Arcane Lock, so that she could help with guarding and applying armor as needed.

He currently has too few mage spells and not many options. Spells like Mirror Image, False Life, and Absorb Element cannot target other people.

Maeve's spellcasting ability and magic power are equivalent to a level 9 mage, but she needs to rely on spellbooks and Anser, and she does not know any spells herself.

After changing owners, she only retained basic knowledge of esoteric arts and language skills, understood how to use spellbooks, and was good at copying scrolls.

Anser had high expectations for her, but he wasn't in a hurry to assign her any tasks; he wanted to spend some time with her first.

He originally wanted to summon a magical pet, but found that he didn't have any high-quality incense on hand. This was a consumable item and couldn't be obtained without using it.

'For the next upgrade, I'll choose the "Exquisite Spell" to enhance the super magic; finding materials everywhere is a bit of a hassle.'

He teleported back to Jacqueline Castle, where Maeve used her spellbook as a mount, floating beside him and looking at everything with curiosity.

Sometimes they even chase after flying elemental orbs; they're very lively.

'That's not lazy at all.' Anser thought that the Book of Castella's assessment of Maeve's personality might be inaccurate.

He glanced out the window and saw a group of cloaked people approaching the castle, one of whom, a bald man, stood out.

'The alchemist Sosk? He's probably here for the black dragon's corpse.'

He hurried downstairs and ran into Elise at the entrance of the lobby. She was carrying a large black bag, the contents of which were unknown.

"Huh?" Iris looked at Medb with surprise and curiosity. "What's this?" "A partner. Her name is Medb." Anser said without changing his expression. The concept of a partner is broad; magical pets and friends can all be considered partners.

Maeve, riding on her spellbook, hid behind Anser and peeked out to examine Elise.

Seeing this, Elise didn't force her way closer. Instead, she glared at Anser and said strangely, "Tsk, you have this kind of hobby."

“She’s not a druid, she’s a mage,” Anser quickly added.

“Oh~” Elise gave him a half-smile, then stopped pressing him and handed him the black bag in her hand. “This is Sosk’s dimensional bag. It contains the corpse of that black dragon.”

Dimensional bags are a general term for dimensional storage items, which vary in size, but dimensional bags that can hold the corpse of a black dragon are extremely rare.

"He's pretty quick. He also bought up all those werewolf corpses. Will he be able to use them all?" Anser took the bag and walked out side by side with Elise.

“He has the aura of the undead,” Elise whispered.

Anser immediately understood. No wonder Sosk didn't come in; he must have been marked by the detection array.

He had no malicious intent; the presence of undead energy was not a big deal, as there were already many undead near the ruins of Viherar.

However, he still secretly released a detection spell to detect good and evil.

As the two arrived at the castle gate, they saw a bald man pacing back and forth in the distance. His skin was increasingly pale and bloodless.

When Sosk saw Anser, his expression stiffened, but since his expression was already stiff, no one else noticed.

"Meow, this person is researching necromancy." Maeve's telepathic message rang in Anser's mind.

Her senses are exceptional, her level of mystery is very high, and she can easily distinguish between contamination and spells.

Anser remained calm. Sosk was not of the evil faction; his research into necromancy might be a way to explore the ruins of Viherar.

"You've grown stronger in just a few days," Sosk exclaimed. This wasn't just flattery; he could genuinely sense the change in Anser's aura.

His gaze fell on Maeve and the spellbook, his expression changing slightly: "You used that 'All Things Unpredictable' card?"

“Hmm.” Anser knew he had misunderstood, but he didn’t explain. He simply handed him the black bag, and the transaction between the two was now complete.

"What a pity, what a pity." Sosk took the bag, his dry voice full of regret.

It's quite dramatic for a warlock to acquire a high-quality spellbook.

"How's the situation in the Sharp Tooth Forest lately? Have there been any large-scale werewolves emerging?" Anser asked.

“Hehe, the werewolf tribe is a disorganized mess, and some of them have migrated elsewhere. I haven’t encountered any obstacles along the way…” Sosk’s voice was hoarse, but it revealed a hint of excitement.

The werewolf tribe was the biggest obstacle to his exploration of Viherar, but he never expected that the largest tribe would be scattered by Anser.

"Then you owe me a favor, so remember to think of me first if you get anything good," Anser said jokingly.

"Definitely." Soske bowed slightly. "I have to go now."

"Then I wish you all the best," Anser said meaningfully.

Sosk paused for a moment, then casually led his men away, walking briskly.

"Could this person... have actually made some discovery?" Elise wondered thoughtfully.

She had known Sosk for a long time, and recently Sosk had been acting rather hastily, giving the impression that he was running out of time and was making one last desperate attempt.

In the past, he would have insisted on seeing those magical turrets, but now he doesn't even ask about them.

“I’m afraid he’ll recklessly mess things up and drag us down with him,” Anser said, frowning slightly.

“I’ll have someone keep an eye on him,” Elise thought to herself. “Just in case he really causes trouble.”

"Hmm. I plan to go to the Traveler's Rest this afternoon to check things out."

"I will stay by your side."

(End of this chapter)