I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 129 Be Gentle, It Hurts Me

That night.

Inside a spacious bedroom in the Grand Noble Hall.

Ron leaned back in his chair and quickly flipped through the third-tier magic that Olivia had specially chosen for him.

Fort Hainlet is quite large, comparable to a small town. In addition to the royal residence, it also has bishop suites, a diplomatic tower, and a clerk's tower, which are similar to accommodations.

Although these buildings are usually empty and only serve as decorations, they are still maintained and cleaned by dedicated personnel, and even hot water is available.

Amidst the rushing water, the blond boy's gaze drifted away from the magic book several times, only to force it back each time.

A damp, faintly fragrant scent wafted from the bathroom, and just a whiff was enough to make Xiao Chunan restless.

In terms of social status, Ron was just a commoner and had no right to stay at Harinlet Castle.

But Baron Elena has it.

Although she was only a baron, she wielded considerable influence among the nobles due to the "Good Come Again Merchant Guild" under her command, which also made the rooms in Hainlet Castle much larger.

Women are Ron's greatest enemy in his magical practice!
The woman who leaves a crack in the door while taking a bath is the greatest enemy of all!
Twenty minutes had passed, and Ron hadn't even finished reading the first page of the spellbook's introduction. He was restless amidst the alluring scent of a woman and the sound of running water in the bathroom.

That's probably what it means to be at that age where you're itching to do something new.

Pshaw, I wouldn't have come if it weren't for the important discovery!
Rubbing his slightly flushed and hot cheeks, the blond boy downed the glass of ice water in one gulp.

Using meditation techniques, ignore the sound of flowing water in your ears and the faint fragrance of your body, and focus all your attention on the brown-covered magic book.

Perhaps because the element of holy light is so benevolent, the scope of holy light magic is extremely broad.
Ron, on the other hand, favored summoning magic.

Holy Light—summons heroic spirits.

By borrowing the holy light, we can summon the fallen heroes and make them fight for the summoner.

The more magic power used, the stronger the summoned heroic spirit will be, but the upper limit will not exceed the fifth rank.

However, this magic also has its drawbacks, namely that the summoning is entirely random. Although there is experience from predecessors in summoning, luck is still required.

That's true. This kind of magic involves a lot of knowledge. If it didn't have some flaws, how could it only be at the third tier?

Ron muttered to himself, and soon he had carefully studied the entire magic book.

[You are learning Holy Light - Heroic Spirit Summoning. Your Holy Light - Heroic Spirit Summoning proficiency +1.]

[Holy Light - Heroic Spirit Summoning (Beginner 1/100) Note: Endless Heroic Spirits! Come forth!!!]

After glancing at the strange notes, Ron didn't immediately cast a spell, but instead began to examine his own panel.

[Name: Ron Griffith]

【Age: 16/136】

[Realm Level: Third-Order Archmage]

[Holy Light Meditation Method (Beginner 56/100) Note: This child is so young yet has such a kind heart. Even the God of Holy Light would have to give up his seat to you.]

[Skill: Holy Light Healing (Pinnacle) Note.]

[Holy Sword Art (Master 1874/3000) Notes.]

[Notes on Illusion (Mastery 101/300).]

[Holy Light - Heroic Spirit Summoning (Beginner 1/100) Note: Endless Heroic Spirits! Come forth!!!]

[Intermediate Magic Theory (Mastery 567/300)]

[Elementary Runes (Mastery 165/300)]

【Cooking (Master 260/300)】

After being promoted to a third-tier mage, Ron's lifespan increased slightly, but this did not have much effect on the 16-year-old boy.

What concerned Ron was that his magical theory had changed from basic to intermediate.

All my hard work, spending every spare moment in the library, has paid off; now I can even be called a "mage" (or "master mage" in some way).
Seeing the fruits of his labor, the blond boy couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

As Ron learned more and more magic, he could clearly feel the limits of human potential.

Improving your proficiency in the Grind skill ultimately takes a lot of time, and even if you can defeat enemies to improve your Holy Sword Technique, it is still extremely difficult.

Moreover, besides Holy Sword Technique, he has other spells that are eagerly awaiting mastery, especially some of which are auxiliary spells that cannot be mastered by killing enemies.

After careful consideration, Ron decided to stop actively practicing Holy Sword Technique, and since Shapeshifting was sufficient for the time being, he also decided to forgo actively practicing it. Both techniques were frequently used in combat, and proficiency could not be gained solely through training.

The "Holy Light Meditation Method" remains as rigorous as ever, as it is tied to one's strength and rank, and cannot be neglected.

The remaining time will be used to arrange the Holy Light - Heroic Spirit Summoning.

After reaching the third tier, Ron increasingly felt how vast the gap was between high-level mages.

Besides magic power and rank, proficiency and knowledge of magic are also extremely important components of combat strength.

Just look at Olivia; she can summon the sun with a fireball spell—it's absolutely outrageous.

"Holy Light - Summon Heroic Spirits!"

With a soft exclamation from Ron, a layered six-pointed star magic circle appeared in his palm.

At that moment, the boy seemed to sense something in the darkness and gently pushed forward with his palm.

Holy light gathered out of thin air, and a golden, semi-transparent figure appeared in the room.

The one summoned was a 76-year-old man with sparse white hair, a face and hands full of wrinkles, dressed in formal attire, and carrying a knight's longsword.

If you were to ask Ron how he knew he was 76 years old, it would be because he recognized the old saint in front of him who had once repented for his past sins.

Baron Mark!

The blond boy was stunned. Before he could react, the semi-transparent Baron Mark suddenly spoke kindly:
“Child, do not be afraid, I have sincerely repented and will enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”

???

Is it you or me who's acting strangely?
Upon hearing this, Ron froze on the spot. He felt that if Baron Mark were to become a Heroic Spirit, the first thing he would do would probably be to kill him.

However, he actually saw relief, liberation, and unparalleled holiness in Baron Mark before him.

Just then, the sound of rushing water subsided, and Elena's flirtatious moans echoed from the bathroom.

"Hmph, little one, I'm a bit hot~"

broken!

The blond boy's expression changed drastically; he suddenly felt the tension of being caught cheating by someone else's husband.

Before she could even figure out how to dispel the summons, the Baroness abruptly pushed open the half-closed bathroom door.

Elena's body was covered only by a bath towel, and her long, fleshy legs were still wet.

The allure in her eyes softened into gentle water, and a teasing smile lingered on her delicate lips.

Just as the witch was about to start flirting with the young man, she saw her ex-husband looking completely incredulous.

"What the hell?!"

The baroness shuddered suddenly, startling her.

A sudden wave of guilt washed over Elena, and her beautiful, confused eyes snapped back to reality.

No, I have nothing to do with that old man. I was just trying to mislead him to cover my tracks. Why would I feel guilty?

The next second, Elena reacted instantly, but before she could say anything, she saw an extremely complicated expression on her ex-husband's face.

That was the anger of betrayal, the disappointment of watching his wife seduce his friend, and a bitter smile that was a mixture of pain and relief.
Finally, the Baron looked at Ron, who was having an affair with his wife, and said gently:
"Don't worry about me, I'll just watch from the side. But could you be a little gentler? It hurts me."

What is this and what?

"Stop your magic right now!" Elena's face flushed red, and her interest in teasing Xiao Chunan vanished without a trace.

Every time, Ron's antics always manage to scare her back to the bone.

Inside the room, the phantom formed by the holy light vanished abruptly. The blond youth, with a complex expression, asked softly:
"Ms. Elena, do you really think Baron Mark has gone to heaven?"

Upon hearing this, the witch said irritably:

"Hmph, how could someone like him be? His soul has already dissipated; I saw it with my own eyes."

"Then why am I able to summon Baron Mark?" Ron asked, puzzled.

Elena remained silent for a long while before hesitantly speaking:
"Perhaps you are only summoning some remaining traces. That's how you summon heroic spirits. You are not summoning the person themselves, but their deeds and traces of the past."

I understand, Baron Mark will always live in my heart!
(End of this chapter)