Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 38 Excess Subsidies
"Try to be careful during your adventures." Marvin seemed to want to say something but ultimately remained silent.

“Professor Marvin, there is one more thing I would like to ask you.”

"what?"

"How much is the monthly subsidy for a junior mage?" Zellier asked quite seriously.

"..."

Professor Marvin glanced at Zell silently.

"Twenty gold coins."

Zellier's eyes lit up when he heard the amount.

Holy crap... As long as I become a lower-level mage, I can get twenty extra gold coins every month out of thin air!

Seeing Zellier's eyes light up at the sight of money, Marvin couldn't help but shake his head.

By doing quests at the Adventurers' Guild every day, one can even improve their strength to this extent through meditation.

Ugh……

If only Zellir had been born into a wealthy and privileged aristocratic family, he might have made even greater progress.

……

"Zeliel, wait for me!"

As soon as Zelier left the Chamber of Tranquility, he heard Lant's call from behind.

He jogged along the tree-lined path, panting heavily.

"What's wrong?" Zellier stopped and looked at him with some confusion.

"that……"

Lant calmed his breathing, but his eyes darted around.

He hesitated for a while before finally mustering the courage to say those words.

"Zelier, I want to ask you... please teach me!"

"teach you?"

Zellier was somewhat surprised. "Teach you what?"

"About magic!"

"I want to have the same level of magical power and control as you!" Lant exclaimed.

"You should have a teacher, shouldn't you?"

Zellier was still a little confused. "Their skill level is definitely higher than mine. If there's anything you don't understand, wouldn't it be better to just ask your teacher?"

"Different."

Lant shook his head repeatedly, "Although I can't quite put my finger on it, I always feel that you, Zelier, are quite different from my teacher. You have a special... um... how should I put it, I would say a special kind of temperament."

This intrigued Zellir, who smiled and asked, "What special quality?"

"A sharp and decisive demeanor!"

Lant finally came up with an adjective.

"Zeril is an adventurer, right? I've heard that adventurers take on very dangerous missions. Is it true that Zeril's magical abilities were honed in such an environment?"

"Uh……"

Zellier squinted and thought for a moment, "It shouldn't be...?"

While he does gain experience by killing monsters to increase his attributes, this method only applies to Zellir.

Other mages who spend too much time on quests may fall behind those who excel at meditation.

For mages, the only way to improve their strength is through meditation.

"No, I think so!"

Lant clenched his fist, not giving up on this conjecture despite Zellier's denial.

"The essence of magic must be comprehended amidst life and death! Only by constantly challenging powerful enemies can one improve their strength more quickly!"

"That sounds more like something a warrior would say..." Zellir weakly retorted.

"So! Zellir, please take me with you next time you go on a mission!" Lant looked at Zellir with a pleading expression.

What surging fighting spirit!

Zellir sighed inwardly.

however.

"No."

Zellier flatly refused Lant. "Why? I won't let you take my lessons for nothing. I can even pay you, really!" Lant said anxiously.

“You said it yourself, adventure is a very dangerous thing. Taking you on a mission under these circumstances would be a very irresponsible thing to do,” Zellier said.

“I’m not afraid,” Lant said firmly.

"This isn't a question of whether you're afraid or not."

Zellir's expression turned serious. "But you'll die?"

Only after this point did Lant finally calm down a bit.

He lowered his eyes, looking somewhat disappointed.

"Yeah...you're right. I don't even meet the standards for a magic apprentice right now, so having you with me would just be a burden..."

"Don't be so discouraged."

Lant's expression made Zelil feel a little sorry for him, so he patted Lant on the shoulder and encouraged him.

"How about this, I'll take you with me when there's a suitable mission in the future."

Lant raised his head, his gaze regaining its fervor.

"Really!"

“I won’t lie to you, but you must promise me that before that, you will meditate diligently to improve your strength,” Zellier said earnestly.

"Ok!"

……

Outside Blackstone Town.

Wild forest.

Vales stood alone in the center of the open space, his longbow "Moon Tip" tightly gripped in his hand.

The first impression this longbow gives is not violence, but elegance.

The bow is made of snowwood, pure white, and has extremely smooth lines.

Like the arc of a new moon, or the horns of an antelope.

This was his inherited weapon, and also the legacy of his mother.

Vales closed his eyes, becoming like a silent statue, almost blending into his surroundings.

The scenes of his battle with the giant winged bats from a few days ago kept flashing through his mind. The images played in slow motion, and even time seemed to stretch out at that moment.

The air currents stirred up by each flap of the giant bat's wings, the trajectory of each gliding dive, and the bone spurs enveloped in wind blades.

Swift, sharp, bloody, yet exquisite.

"wrong……"

"Its wind is not simply a wrapping..."

"It's a kind of impetus and acceleration, an empowerment that makes things faster and sharper..."

Vales deconstructed the image in his mind again and again, trying to incorporate the giant winged bat's attack method into his own skills.

After an unknown amount of time spent in this mental deduction, Vales finally opened his eyes, his gaze filled with focus and composure.

He calmed his mind and focused all his attention on the heart of Qi.

Although it is called the Heart of Qi, its location in the body is in the lower abdomen, more like the dantian.

With Vales' intense focus, a unique wisp of energy emanated from the heart of Qi, flowing into his blood vessels and then to his fingertips.

Vales felt a tingling, numb, and throbbing pain throughout his right arm, a sign that his body had not yet fully integrated with his battle aura.

He forced himself to endure the discomfort and drew a regular broad-bladed iron-tipped arrow from his quiver.

Draw the string, pull the bowstring taut, and the bow is fully drawn, like a crescent moon.

Vales began to try to integrate the fighting spirit at his fingertips into the arrow.

"put!"

"call out!"

The arrow left the bowstring, but the moment it was released, the uncontrollable fighting spirit exploded at the tail of the arrow!

The wooden pole snapped in half, and the arrow failed to fly more than a few meters before it was stuck crookedly in the mud.

Failed.

Vales squinted and pondered for a moment.

(End of this chapter)