I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

Iron Spike Street, Gambler's Tavern.

Lynn sat upright at the wooden table, rubbing his temples with his fingers, looking somewhat haggard.

He didn't sleep well last night after suddenly seeing the page filled with "Ariola" written in blood in the book "A Collection of Witch Legends from Various Places" before going to bed.

Was this some kind of prank? He tried to reassure himself, but the witch, who was always associated with "ominous and mysterious," always made him feel uneasy.

So, after some thought, he took "A Compilation of Legends of Witches from Various Places" and went to find Sirin and the other two.

He trusted these three old friends of his father more than Patton, who was a staff member of an official organization.

"Stop drinking those children's juices all the time, try this instead."

Short in stature with unusually thick eyebrows, Liam pushed over an oak wine glass, replacing the pale wine in his hand.

Lynn glanced at the almost overflowing golden bubbling liquid in the glass, with fine water droplets seeping onto the dark brown glass walls.

He picked it up and took a big gulp, feeling a rush of coolness to his brain, a rich wheat aroma, and a mellow aftertaste.

It was only mid-April, but Colin already felt quite hot, making an ice-cold beer incredibly refreshing.

He relaxed considerably, put down his glass, and looked up to see Liam, Sirin, and Urshi all staring at him.

Their expressions varied—some were friendly, some languid, some calm—but all conveyed a sense of concern.

"Lynn, don't overwork yourself. Learning magic isn't something you can do overnight," Liam said with a smile.

Did they misunderstand something? I didn't sleep well last night mainly because I saw that blood letter, but I was also studying "day and night indistinct" all day yesterday, so I was quite mentally exhausted...

He hesitated for a moment, then returned to his main purpose for coming to find the three people today.

"Liam... have any of you three ever heard of the name 'Ariora'?"

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously looked at Ulshi.

Of the three, only Ulsie is a half-spellcaster and is the most likely to know about the legend of the "witch" and other magic-related concepts.

To his surprise, all three of them paused for a moment upon hearing this, and then looked at him with different expressions.

With drooping eyelids, Celine asked in a soft voice, "Where did you hear that name from?"

Seeing that the three of them were staring at him, Lynn thought to himself, it seems that the three of them have some knowledge of the name "Ariola". Is it a very common name?

After a moment's thought, he took out the book "A Compilation of Legends of Witches from Various Places" and turned straight to the page stained with blood.

The bizarre blood-written message made Liam and Sirin frown, examining it with disgust, but they couldn't immediately decipher what it said.

Ulsie, who possessed demonic blood and had considerable knowledge of mystical knowledge, coldly said, "Ariola... that's ancient Elvish. You actually know ancient languages?"

Lynn instinctively wanted to refute, but he didn't know such a profound language. The original owner of this body had limited background and the magical knowledge he could access was very basic. Apart from Common Tongue, he only knew some of the most common Elvish languages.

But the next second, a storm of emotions suddenly surged within him.

If he didn't know any ancient Elvish, why could he understand the word "Eleohra" at a glance?

As if sensing his unusual behavior, Celine lightly tapped her bright red nail polish on the table and whispered to Lynn:

"Lynn, you must destroy this book immediately."

Lynn also realized the seriousness of the situation and unconsciously leaned forward, waiting for her to explain further.

"This book, no, more accurately, these bloodstains, you can think of it as a curse, or rather, this book, including the entire act of reading it, is a kind of ritual in itself."

She fiddled with a strand of curly hair, her upturned eyes unconsciously glancing towards a secluded spot.

"That woman is a wicked woman with a terrible personality who likes to fool and manipulate others; this is how she seeks 'connection'."

"link?"

Ulsie took over the question and explained to Lynn, "'Witches' are neither purely magical creatures nor any kind of life that exists in nature. They exist between magic and reality and require specific methods to manifest."

Lynn immediately thought of Ariandine, the "Dream Ruler" recorded in "A Compilation of Witches' Legends from Around the World," who seemed to only be able to appear by wandering through people's dreams.

"So what exactly is their goal?"

Lynn has always been vague about the nature of witches. In various legends, they bring misfortune and curses and have an evil side.

But at the same time, we can also hear stories of them helping people fulfill their wishes and redeeming those affected by disasters.

But these are all hearsay. Most people, even mainstream scholars in the field of magic, believe that "witches" are just demons imagined to be sexy and beautiful. Their essence is a false image created by bards to attract audiences.

Unexpectedly, Ulsey merely gave Lynn a deep look upon hearing this, before replying in a serious tone:

"They have no purpose, just like magic itself."

What does this mean? Does it mean they can be used like magic, but at the same time they pose a threat to social security?

Or are they as mysterious as magic, and even after thousands of years of research, people still find it difficult to see their full picture?

Seeing that Urshi had lowered his head to drink and had no intention of continuing the conversation, Lynn could only let his mind wander.

Instead, Sirin smiled faintly and said, "Of course, you can also choose to keep that book. Maybe one day you'll be able to see the 'Witch' herself."

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dare," Lynn refused decisively.

He wouldn't risk trying something that no one could be sure of.

After finishing their drinks, the three of them accompanied Lynn to the Coan River in the northern part of Colin Town.

As far as Lynn knew, the river system was complex, and its source could be traced back to the Northern Plateau.

Within the territory of Luoan City, it splits into two branches: one flows westward into the Whispering Forest, and the other flows southeastward through Luoan City and its subordinate towns.

Lynn unleashed a flaming arrow, accurately striking the books on the ground. After they were all burned to ashes, he used his mage's hand to throw all the ashes into the river.

They will drift along the river all the way into the Secret Forest.

This was also Celine's suggestion.

"It is said that 'Ariola' only likes to deal with intelligent beings and has no interest in monsters. Even if this book is burned to ashes, it will still have power and will not cause any further impact."

Thinking about it carefully, dealing with things that contain secrets and are related to magic is really troublesome.

Perhaps the authorities have a better way to handle this, but Lynn still doesn't want to attract their attention with this kind of thing.

The many benefits brought by the Root Codex have enabled Lynn to display remarkable talent, but if he were to become associated with forbidden things, Old Man Barton's impression of him could very well take a sharp turn for the worse.

Among young mages, many succumb to the allure of mysterious powers and fall into depravity.

At that time, the official organization will likely increase its surveillance on him, and he could be imprisoned in a magic-free prison if he is not careful.

Until I can help Eli gain a foothold in the Frey family, or until I am strong enough myself, my ability to handle risks is still too low.

"However, Sirin, I didn't expect you to know so much about things related to 'witches'..."

Celine flicked her leopard tail, gazing absently at the river scenery, and replied softly, "A long time ago, we joined an ancient organization, so we have some knowledge of these secrets."

She looked at Lynn with a meaningful gaze and said, "In that organization, 'Alioura' has another name: 'The Witch of Fate'."