Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 54 Monster Template
The group walked silently to the treehouse. After only a few dozen meters, two waiters suddenly appeared behind them, their eyes wary.

Dara didn't linger in the restaurant. Instead, he opened a hidden door and led them up to the second floor.

Upon entering, you'll find a living room, cozyly decorated with soft colors.

On the sofa, Careno lay lazily. When he saw so many people coming up, he quickly sat up and looked around at Anser.

Dara slammed the door shut and said urgently, "Boss, they brought back a little elf from outside!"

"I know, what's the rush?" Carreno walked over and poked Dara's forehead with his finger. "Use your brain. If they were really trafficked, why would they be living here?"

"Sit down, my sister will be back in a bit." He greeted her, hurriedly taking out a bottle of wine and a few glasses from the wine cabinet next to him, looking somewhat expectant. "Tell me quickly, what happened just now."

"You saw it?" Anser sat down on the sofa with Clara in his arms. After fighting for so long, most of his magic power was used up, and he was really tired.

"I saw it first, then I called my sister for help; she has a horse that runs fast." Carreno laughed, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

"Thank you." Anser hadn't expected Kaleno to be so generous.

"Don't mention it." Carreno poured drinks for the group and urged them again, "Tell me quickly, how did the ship burn?"

Anser was naturally willing to satisfy his curiosity, starting with the docking of the Conch, then moving on to the discovery of the anomaly, the interception of Clara, the encirclement, the strategic retreat, and finally the counterattack and the burning of the ship by rays...

His eloquence was average, but his logic was clear and logical, with each point connected to the next. He also had a strong emotional appeal, which made even little Clara's expression change constantly as she listened.

"Haha, these slave traders have really messed up." Carreno seemed to be there himself, drinking several glasses in a row.

Anser smiled without saying a word. He realized that Kaleno genuinely loved adventure and shouldn't be staying in the small town.

Kaleino possesses a rare psychic talent. The core of a psychic warrior is mental power, which originates from the mind and will. Only by recognizing one's own heart and following its guidance can one continuously break through the limits.

Training isn't always useful, but staying at home is definitely not an option, otherwise he wouldn't have been stuck at level 4 for so long.

“You’re lucky you came here, otherwise you would have been in big trouble,” Careno said, pointing at Clara.

"Why?" Anser asked, puzzled.

“The slave trade has been rampant lately, and the value of ordinary slaves has plummeted. But for some reason, the prices of children with special bloodlines and sorcerers have increased many times over. You two together are really something else; there’s bound to be trouble,” Kaleno sighed.

As a result, Moonshadow and Quilling were on edge, and Gwyneth became wary of all strangers.

Anser suddenly thought of the Blue Flame Order. Compared to hunting sorcerers for materials, buying slaves was indeed simpler.

He wanted to ask how to identify bloodlines, but suddenly realized that the question was a bit silly.

Warlock talents are the easiest to identify, the key being "charisma," an attraction that originates from the soul, which can be felt upon first meeting, and most warlocks are good-looking.

"No wonder."

As they were talking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Gwyneth entered with a cold face and a hint of anger in her eyes.

"What's wrong, sis?" Kaleno asked, startled.

"It's nothing." Gwyneth hadn't expected so many people in the room, so she composed herself and didn't tell anyone.

Anser thought she probably got the short end of the stick from the female barbarian sheriff.

Dignity is earned through fighting. The Moon Elf, with her family to support, will only embolden others if she backs down when things go wrong.

"Wow, what a beautiful elf baby!" Gwyneth's expression melted as she saw Clara.

"Her name is Clara, and Anser got into a conflict with the slave traders while trying to save her..." Careno explained the situation in a few words.

Gwyneth bowed slightly to Anser, as if in her eyes, saving this little elf was far more important than cracking down on the slave traders.

"What's your teacher's name?" she asked, looking at Kafka.

“Dorothea Zetkin.” Kafka bowed his head, seemingly too embarrassed to look at her.

Gwyneth's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. She went to Clara's side, knelt down, and looked at her with a smile:
"Clara, why don't you stay here for a while? I have lots of delicious food here, I'm sure you'll like it."

“Okay, I like it here.” Clara agreed readily; the environment and atmosphere made her feel very relaxed.

Kafka, standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief. Gwyneth's acceptance of Clara's "good person" certification undoubtedly put him at ease.

Elves are a mixed bag, and sometimes the ones who harm you the most are your own kind.

Gwyneth seemed to like Clara very much. Knowing that Clara hadn't eaten, she quickly carried her downstairs to get something to eat.

The others followed him downstairs. As they were leaving, Careno mysteriously pulled Anser aside and whispered, "Pack your things early the day after tomorrow." Anser's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded silently.

The three returned to the room, where their belongings were piled up on the floor.

After being out for half a day, I didn't sell the original items, but I ended up with a bunch of more loot.

It's not a good time to go out now; the excitement outside hasn't died down yet, and it's too conspicuous.

Anser lay down on the bed, his mind immersing itself in the character cards.

With an experience level of 3234/6500, I gained over 500 experience points today, bringing me one step closer to leveling up.

Nothing else has changed. Open the equipment menu, and the Guardian Grail has an extra charge, meaning there's really only one charge left.

'Is it because I haven't saved enough people, or because I'm not sincere enough?' But he couldn't possibly change himself just to please a magical item.

Shaking his head helplessly, he brought up Nornos's data card.

[Name: Nornos]

Race: Fairy (Large)
Level: 0
"Experience": 132/100
"Life": 35
"Faction": Chaotic Neutral
"I can level up now." He quickly estimated that he would need more experience than he had expected.

Most of the professionals on the Conch Shell died at his hands, but Nornos just got lucky. An ordinary sailor can only provide a dozen or so experience points, which is not enough when you calculate it.

Either Nornos got some experience when fighting the undead last time, or it has grown in the Fairy Wilderness. Anser hasn't been paying close attention, so it's hard to tell.

'Noronos doesn't have professions.' Anser was a little confused. 'Could it be a monster template?'

He peered out the window and saw Nornos strolling in the garden below. Several people were pointing and whispering in the distance, but no one dared to approach Nornos.

Because nobody knows what the spellcaster who just displayed his power and his strange horse's temperament are like.

Anser thought for a moment, then gently clicked on the level section, and the character card immediately became blurry.

At the same time, Nornos seemed to sense something and quickly hid behind some trees.

Its eyes were closed, its head held high, and a dense magical aura emanated from its body. The neck armor, damaged by bullets, was rapidly repaired, and its muscles and scales were twitching slightly.

Clearly, its body is undergoing some inexplicable and mysterious changes.

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　　Kingdom of Am:

　　Those in power: The Council of Five

　　Amn is ruled by a council comprised of five powerful merchant families. While nominally managing national trade and defense, the council effectively controls the entire nation through economic monopolies. Council seats are publicly assigned to each of the five families.

　　1. Selemchant family

　　Controlled territory: The capital city of Athkatla

　　Agents: The Cowled Wizards, who monopolize the legal use of arcane magic, act as spies and assassins for the Council.

　　2. The Dannihyr family

　　Control Domain: Eshpurta

　　The Shadow Thieves, a faction controlling the national thieves' guild, have infiltrated the Northern Sword Coast criminal network.

　　3. The Alibakkar family

　　Outpost: Ascatra, competing with the Salemchant family for resources in the capital.

　　4. Ophal family (Ophal)

　　Outpost: Crimmor, a hub for caravan trade and the location of the Shadow Thieves' open headquarters.

　　5. The Nashivaar family

　　Control Area: Esmeltaran

　　"Nahiwal of the Iron Coins" emphasizes his control over mines and the slave trade.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)