The Witch's Wandering Alchemist's Diary

When I first entered Ghostwood Town, I was a beggar, forced to walk through alleys filled with excrement.

Now, I can walk openly and honestly on the road paved with bluestone.

Lou Le couldn't help but laugh out loud.

There were other people on the road, but they looked at Lou Le with some fear in their eyes.

They stood far away on the roadside, making way for Lou Le.

Jer rolled in front of him, leading the way for Lou Le.

One adventurer muttered, "That soldier is fucking lucky; he actually managed to get in touch with the mage."

His tone was incredibly sarcastic.

The other adventurers chimed in sourly, "Who knows what kind of personality the mage has? Maybe that guy's efforts will be in vain?"

"Forget it, I'd better go find some work in the Darkwood Forest. The price of kobold teeth has gone up a bit recently."

"I heard that the price of herbs seems to be rising again. Do you know why?"

"God knows!"

The adventurers chatted and gossiped, and Lou Le listened to their chatter, wondering if there was anything he could do to help.

After passing through the outer ring and crossing the inner ring city wall, turn left and you will arrive at the mage district.

Compared to other areas, the Mage Zone is incredibly luxurious.

Everywhere were paved with bluestone paths, and ordinary multi-story residential buildings were rare. There were more workshops and single-story rooms with courtyards. The roads were extremely wide, wide enough for at least two carriages to pass side-by-side.

There were indeed many horse-drawn carriages on the road, but they weren't the kind of enclosed, square carriages; instead, they were like three-wheeled vehicles, pulling an open cargo bed.

The place where the monk lived was very conspicuous; it was a tall tower.

It was about four or five stories high, and the stone was a bluish-gray color. Large patches of moss and vines could be seen on the outside.

There are many buildings near the mage tower that are not workshops.

Jer immediately said, "Master Mage, that's the tavern in the mage quarter, where the masters give out quests. Adventurers often come here to pick up quests and earn money."

"Is this the only tavern where I can accept quests?"

Lou Le looked at the tavern strangely; it didn't look luxurious, just large.

"Because only the people in the mage quarter can read," Jer said. "Normally, when a mage lord, or other knights or barons want to post a quest, they will post a notice here. Most adventurers can't read; only a small number of adventure guild leaders, such as those with the second sons of knights, can."

"So some of the people here are here to read announcements to the adventurers."

Lou Le nodded and then let Jer continue leading the way.

Upon arriving at the foot of the mage tower, Jer fawned over him and immediately went to knock on the tower's door.

The area surrounding the mage tower is a large open space with virtually no neighbors; it belongs to the mages' workshops and is only available for their use.

A short while later, a novice monk in a long robe opened the door.

He was a young man with medals hanging in front of him.

He glanced at Jer indifferently, without saying a word.

"Young Master Farin, I am Jer from the guard. My grandfather was once Baron Castor's attendant."

Jer said obsequiously, "Today, a venerable mage has come from outside, seeking the venerable mage of our Ghostwood Town."

He pointed to the mage behind Farin, but Jer knew that young master Farin was arrogant and wouldn't even look at who was behind him.

So I pointed it out to him on purpose.

Farin quickly looked over and spotted Lou Le, who was surrounded by three fireballs.

His pupils immediately contracted.

He ran over quickly, bent over, his fingers slightly bent, his index finger pressed against his forehead, and respectfully addressed Lou Le.

"Welcome, esteemed weaver, to Ghostwood Town. Apprentice mage, Farin salutes you."

Farin used an extremely complex word that represented weaving, magic, nobility, and power, which sounded very unfamiliar.

Lou Le automatically translated it into the form of the weaver he was familiar with.

This is a special title for mages, often used by lower-level mages to address higher-level mages.

Jell looked at Young Master Farin's humble demeanor and couldn't help but marvel.

The extent to which that waist bends is greater than my own!

Lou Le simply nodded to Farin and beckoned to Jer, who was standing some distance away.

Jer rushed over in a panic, and Lou Le took out a bottle of weak healing potion from his bag and threw it to Jer.

"A mild healing potion can treat injuries," Lou Le said. "I might be staying here temporarily for a while, and I might take on some potion-making work."

Jer's eyes lit up; he immediately understood.

He immediately said humbly, "I will make sure this matter is known throughout the entire Ghostwood Town, Master."

Lou Le nodded in satisfaction.

Making him roll all the way from outside the city to here is a relief. The potion is his reward, and it'll also help him spread his fame.

Farin saw it and his eyes widened in disbelief.

This is a healing potion with magical effects! You just gave it away so easily?

That's so extravagant.

However, he dared not show it, and only became more humble.

"Respected Spellweaver, my teacher is currently researching magic in the tower. Please wait in the tower for a moment."

With that, Farin led Lou Le to a VIP room on the first floor of the Mage Tower.

He sent a maid to serve Lou Le, while Farin himself ran upstairs to find his teacher.

The maid served Lou Le a plate of fruit, a jar of honey, and a dish of white bread.

There's also a cup of fruit tea.

"Hmm, is this all the standard of living a monk can have?"

Lou Le looked at these things and found them very strange.

It's at least better than the pea porridge I used to eat.

She casually cut off the crust of the bread, lightly toasted both sides over a flame, spread honey on it, and began to eat.

However, I only ate two slices because I felt a bit too full, so I picked up the fruit and ate it slowly.

The fruit tea tastes pretty good.

Farin had already run up to the fifth floor, knocking on the door of a room and repeatedly calling out, "Teacher, teacher! A spellweaver has traveled to our Ghostwood Town."

The door opened immediately.

This was a middle-aged man nearing forty, who looked quite haggard. He glanced at Farin: "The Weaver of Spells?"

"Teacher, I'm absolutely certain I didn't see wrong," Farin said confidently. "There are three fireballs floating around her, and each one has been burning for a very long time, at least since the city gate, and it hasn't gone out yet."

The middle-aged man immediately frowned: "What does someone with such immense magical power want with us? Let's go see."