Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

After Cyrus left, Hughes followed his instructions and went upstairs to look for the so-called Booth.

The stairs were old and creaked when you stepped on them. Hughes went up the stairs carefully, worried that he might break them.

"Crunch—"

To Hughes's surprise, the second floor was spacious and clean, presumably because Cyrus had set up a rune array to expand the space.

Hughes paced back and forth in the corridor, but apart from seeing all the doors tightly closed, he did not see the so-called "Boos".

Suddenly, a thick, almost tangible white mist emerged from the depths of the corridor and rushed straight toward Hughes.

"A mist demon?"

Hughes frowned, and the next moment, an absurd thought popped into his mind.

"Boose?"

"call out--"

The white mist didn't stop; it continued to fly rapidly toward Hughes. But just as the cold mist was about to touch Hughes's clothes, it suddenly froze and stopped in place.

Without warning, a pair of eerie purple eyes suddenly opened on the white mist, floating uncertainly within it.

It seemed that "Boos" triggered the keyword, because after looking Hughes up and down, the purple eyes turned and drifted into the depths of the corridor.

Hughes understood immediately and followed Booth around the corner of the corridor to a room—this was where Hughes would be staying for the next three months.

Just as Hughes was pondering how to open the door, a tentacle made of white mist extended from Booth's body and gently touched the runes at the doorway.

"Buzz—Click"

The runes lit up, and the door opened automatically.

Then, Bis's tentacle, formed from white mist, curled slightly and probed into its own body.

The next second, the tentacle slowly pulled out a pure white rune stone and handed it to Hughes—it was the key to the door. The stone still had some lingering white mist on its surface and a slightly cool touch.

After completing his mission, Bis's body gradually disintegrated and disappeared into the house.

Hughes entered the room, which was clean and tidy with complete furniture, similar to his original dormitory. However, he would not set up a coordinate point here, as it would be easily detected by formal wizards.

After packing his luggage, Hughes went to the window and curiously observed the town outside. He hadn't seen any residents along the way since he entered the town.

Looking at it again now, the town is still deserted, like a ghost town, with not a single person in sight—not even a single house has a light on.

Hughes knew nothing about the town, only that it was a gathering place for wandering apprentices, located between the Everfrost Spire and the Spirit Pivot Workshop, and that Cyrus was simply living there in seclusion, concealing his identity.

Without much thought, Hughes washed up and slowly fell asleep. The translation process had put a lot of mental pressure on him, and Hughes even felt a long-lost drowsiness.

"Knock knock knock—"

Hughes slowly opened his eyes, still slightly dazed. He subconsciously looked out the window and realized that the sky had already darkened and night had fallen without him noticing.

Hughes was startled awake, his lingering sleepiness vanishing instantly. He sprang up from the bed, realizing he had arrived there that morning and had unknowingly slept for half a day!

When I got downstairs, Cyrus was already back, sitting at the same table, flipping through the blood-red book in his hands.

"Here you go, that's normal. You translated all ten sentences correctly, so naturally you also absorbed all the mental pressure I put on you."

A glint of light flashed in Cyrus's eyes, showing his considerable admiration for Hughes's solid grasp of Esso.

"pity--"

A shadow of gloom flashed in Cyrus's eyes. If he could, he would even take Hughes as his apprentice, but unfortunately, Hughes would soon be leaving this continent.

"Let me start with the origin and evolution of Elvish..."

Whether pure-blooded elves or demi-elves, their common language, Elvish language, and Elvish magical language were all directly bestowed upon them by the Tree of Life.

Therefore, the language of the Elves does not differ due to different subspecies, but there are some subtle differences similar to dialects.

However, some scholars who study the history of the Ages have indicated that pure-blooded elves existed before the Tree of Life appeared, and the wizards currently have no way of knowing what the Elven language was in that era.

Cyrus gave Hughes a book he had written himself, which contained knowledge about the Elven language. The book was very valuable, and Hughes could continue to study from it even three months later.

"Master Cyrus...this..."

Wizards don't give knowledge to others for no reason, so Hughes couldn't help but have some doubts.

"This is for you. Also, don't call me 'Master,' I'm not qualified..."

Cyrus chuckled, "Linguists don't have specific levels of expertise."

After all, the study of language systems is endless, and the discovery of each new plane may lead to the discovery of new magical languages ​​among the local inhabitants.

The historical transmission of various ethnic languages ​​is also very complex, and some transmissions have even been interrupted.

But those who can be called masters must be at the top of their profession, or at least have their own unique style.

For the next few days, Cyrus taught Hughes Elvish and their magical language at a fixed time each day, and spent the rest of his time running errands.

Under Cyrus's tutelage, Hughes gradually understood the contents of the Shutal Notes and the general framework of that magical knowledge, and his self-created sorcery gradually took shape.

During this time, Hughes gradually became acquainted with Booth.

"Hey Booth, look what I brought you!"

Hughes pulled a potion bottle from his pocket, shook the purple mist inside, and Booth immediately appeared and flew in front of Hughes.

This isn't a magic potion, but rather a snack that Hughes has been researching these past few days, suitable for mist demons to consume. Of course, only Booth has tried it so far.

Hughes uncorked the bottle and poured all the misty gas inside into Booth's body. In an instant, Booth's body turned a deep purple.

Booth, as if injected with stimulants, began leaping and bounding, filling the corridor with its purple mist.

Looking at the cheerful Booth, Hughes smiled helplessly. To be honest, he still had an unsolved mystery in his heart—what was Booth's form?

The mist demons can transform into various forms of life forms they have seen, and they prefer to retain these transformed forms rather than their usual mist forms.

But Booth and Hughes have seen it almost every day these past few days. It acts like Cyrus's butler, cleaning the house and preparing drinks for Cyrus every day.

Yet it always maintains the form of mist, and even when doing delicate work, it extends several tentacles to carry out its tasks.

However, since this was Cyrus the Wizard's companion, he couldn't pry too much into it.