I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

Chapter 93 Upgrade, Starting with the Spell Slot

Joseph was taken aback. The feeling was different from when the student first comprehended the spell. It was more like something inside the two spell slots had been reorganized.

The outline of the red-gold sparks in the spell slots became clearer, and the lines in the purple spell slots were more stable than before.

Joseph even had a vague feeling that if he used the same combination again now, the connection between the purple line and the red-gold spark would be even stronger than before.

Does this mean that the more proficient a student is in spells, the different the feedback spells they receive will be?

"Isn't this an upgrade?" Joseph's spirits immediately lifted. It turned out that off-campus practice really was useful!

No wonder schools like to send students out for internships. Regardless of how much students actually learn, their growth rate is indeed much faster when they encounter real problems than when they sit in the classroom.

If he had known earlier that bringing students out to fight a few bugs would upgrade their spells, he would have been playing with puppets in the training tower all by himself.

The puppet won't learn new magic, nor will it provide any enhancement feedback after the battle. Apart from being added to the maintenance list when it's broken, it has virtually no additional value.

Thinking about it this way, coming to Raven Tide Bay was definitely the right decision. But then Joseph felt like something was off.

Normally, students going on internships wouldn't actually be thrown next to a swarm of insects to grind skills. If something like this goes wrong, putting aside whether the student can grow, he'll probably end up in the headline of the Royal Academy's next incident report.

Just thinking about it makes me feel very unlucky.

The fisherman stood to the side, so engrossed in watching that he forgot to say a word.

He had initially assumed that the two girls from the academy were simply following the archmage and listening to his lectures. Even if they had actually unleashed some magic, it would likely have been the kind of thing students usually see at the academy—a little light that made things flicker, followed by a long explanation of what had just happened.

Surprisingly, after only a few tries, they actually managed to knock the mealybugs off the stake one by one. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as the professor cooking the bugs in one go, it was still much easier than him prying them off with a shovel.

More importantly, he couldn't understand what kind of magic they were using at all. There were no incantations, no magic circles, and they didn't take out any tools.

The fisherman suddenly understood why the red-haired girl had said so loudly that her husband was a very powerful magician.

This is more than amazing; he had never even heard of this before.

At this moment, Mia and Grace both had a thin layer of sweat on their faces. Grace's purple line seemed to want to continue for a while, but after swaying gently in mid-air twice, it slowly dissipated into the air. Mia's red and gold spark also barely flickered for a moment before going out like a flame without fuel.

"Sir—" Mia said somewhat embarrassedly, "I think I've run out of magic."

Grace whispered, "Me too."

Joseph glanced at them; it seemed that casting the new spell would still require mana. However, it was difficult to determine exactly how much mana it would consume compared to the old spell.

The two of them had just attacked several Tide Beetles in succession. Grace needed to keep maintaining the purple line, and although Mia's sparks looked small, she had to control them to move along the purple line each time, so the energy consumption should not be low.

As for himself—

Joseph sensed the spell slots in his mind.

The spell slots in his mind were still bright, and he didn't feel any sense that his magic was about to run out.

The archmage's magical reserves were indeed far beyond what two novice students could match, not to mention that his feedback spells seemed to have just been upgraded.

"That's enough for your first real combat experience," Joseph said. "Don't force yourself to continue after you've used up your magic. Just remember how it felt."

Gracemia responded seriously. Their teamwork was much better than before, and their skill mastery was also much better than when they knew nothing!

Joseph appeared calm, but inside he was itching to try it out. He desperately wanted to find something to test it out and see what changes the upgraded Red-Gold Spark and Purple Line would bring.

However, the few mollusks under the old pontoon bridge had all fallen back into the mud after being disturbed by the two students, and nothing new was going to crawl up for a while.

You can't exactly hang up that grey-backed fish from the fisherman's bucket to test it, can you?

As if suddenly sensing something, the greyback fish silently retracted its head into the barrel, leaving only its eyes above the water, watching Joseph with great vigilance.

Joseph: "————" Putting aside everything else, this fish does have a pretty strong sense of danger, except that it can talk.

Just as he was about to change his position to take a look, a cry of pain suddenly came from in front of the main pontoon bridge.

"Relax!"

"Damn it, let go!"

Joseph looked up and saw that the area where the patrol team was dealing with the swarm of insects was in complete chaos.

The number of scale insects is increasing, and the mudflats are covered with pieces of hard shells that are slowly moving. Several scale insects have crossed the edge of the pontoon bridge and climbed onto the wooden planks, one of which has bitten a patrolman's calf.

The patrolman was in so much pain that he was half-kneeling on the ground, while his two companions were hitting the beetle with shovels and long hooks, but the beetle wouldn't let go no matter how hard they hit it.

"This thing never used to bite people on its own!"

"Drag him back first!"

"Don't drag it! It'll tear your leg off!"

Joseph looked at the hard shell that kept rising from under the mudflats, and the joy he had felt from the spell upgrade was immediately dampened.

Normal mealybugs rarely recover on their own after turning over, let alone actively climb onto the pontoon bridge to bite people. This batch of bugs is definitely problematic.

Don't go over there.

Seeing Joseph about to go over, the fisherman suddenly spoke up. His earlier expression of amusement had completely vanished.

"This isn't right." He frowned and looked down at the mudflats. "The scale insects usually just crawl up to block the way; they rarely bite living people. And now there are so many of them. I wonder what else is down there."

He then pointed to Mia and Grace: "Both girls have lost their magic. You won't be of much help going over there now. Go back to shore and let the patrol handle it."

.

That makes a lot of sense, but the patrolman is still being bitten. If something really happens, he'll be pushed out to do the work by those old guys who've been carefully conditioned to be cautious. It's better to take this opportunity to test out the newly upgraded spell.

The number of water beetles around them is increasing. If they keep climbing at this rate, by the time the patrol team finishes dealing with the first few, there will probably be enough water beetles to form a second floating market on the main pontoon bridge.

More importantly, he had just discovered that his spell had been upgraded, and he felt really uncomfortable if he didn't try it out now.

"You stay here," Joseph said.

"Sir?" Mia asked in confusion.

Grace opened her mouth, but finally nodded. She knew she no longer had magic, and going back would only distract her husband.

Joseph walked along the old pontoon bridge for a while and stopped at the junction of the two pontoon bridges, not too far from the patrolman who had been bitten.