The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

"what?"

Both of them raised the same question at the same time.

"Me?" Eileen pointed to herself.

“Yes,” Anya smiled, her eyes narrowing. “Lorraine is a sorcerer who hasn’t received systematic training, so his spellcasting methods are… rather primitive.”

"How much do you know about spellcasting?"

She turned to look at Lorraine.

"Uh... thinking about which spell to cast and then throwing it out? Well... actually, I don't really know much about it."

Lorraine said honestly.

"No wonder the teacher is so hostile towards warlocks, such an enviable talent," Eileen snorted, crossing her arms.

Anya smiled and continued:

"Eileen can teach you from the very basics of casting posture and spell pronunciation. You don't need to become a real mage, but at least she can make your spells more consistent."

Casting posture? Spell pronunciation?

Hearing this, Lorraine was stunned. It was normal that they hadn't noticed during the fierce battle, but she did.

I'm hardly a sorcerer, so why would I use any special postures or incantations when casting spells? I just use whatever comes to mind.

However, this is a great opportunity to learn about magic and have a qualified mage as a private tutor, something that can't be bought with gold coins.

Lorraine looked at the red-haired mage and asked, "And what about Ms. Irene?"

Eileen was pretending that all her injuries had healed. She stretched and walked back, but when she heard the call, she reluctantly turned around and walked back with a frown.

"what?"

"Lorraine is your student now," Anya said.

Eileen's expression froze, and she immediately shouted, "What?! When did I agree to that?"

"Now, you owe him." Anya smiled at her.

The red-haired mage opened her mouth, her face changing from red to white like a chameleon, then back to red, before finally gritting her teeth and squeezing out, "...Okay."

"Come find me when we get to Frostvale."

Eileen took a deep breath and said reluctantly, as if she thought Anya was being nosy.

[Human hair, female, approximately 20 to 25 years old, in a cheerful mood]

So this is the real use of hair sensing.

Lorraine withdrew his gaze from her hair, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he teased, "Alright, then I'll trouble you, Teacher Eileen."

The red-haired monk turned and left, completely forgetting about the treatment.

"but..."

He spoke again, saying that he had received his reward, but he couldn't forget his good brother.

"Eileen's guidance counts as half the payment," Anya interrupted him, holding up a finger, "and Piper's too."

Piper, who was sitting to the side, quietly pricked up his ears.

"I heard from you guys that Piper needs a barbarian teacher."

She said gently:

"Frostvale may not be as prestigious as the capital, but it is still an important town in the North. There should be retired adventurers or mercenaries there. I can try to find someone willing to teach him through my connections."

"Really!? Really!? Piper got involved too?"

The short man stood there, stunned.

"Of course, but finding a teacher takes time."

Anya chuckled softly at his expression, nodded, and said candidly:

"The teacher's tuition will be covered by the Duke of Casper's mansion, as a favor I'm doing for the Duke. But I'll have to trouble Mr. Piper to be patient."

Piper's hammer slid off his knees, and he sprang up, his short legs snapping straight.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

He put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"Just say it, Piper! Piper knew it! A genius like Piper will have people vying to teach him sooner or later!"

The little guy spun around twice, then punched Lorraine hard on the back and shouted excitedly:

"Did you hear that, Lorraine! Piper's going to have a teacher! He'll never have to see those 'learn how to berserk' faces again!"

"Hiss... Stop hitting it, stop hitting it."

Lorraine's face was twisted in pain from being punched so hard.

Anya was taken aback by Piper's strong reaction, but quickly figured out the reason.

Things that defy common sense are always difficult to do.

"So, it's settled then?"

"I have one last question."

Lorraine didn't agree immediately. He hesitated for a few seconds, then asked a seemingly strange question:

"What is the relationship between Grand Duke Kasper and Count Plantagenet?"

He had been thinking about this for a while.

Since Viscount Hermann is the deputy of Count Plantagenet, why did Grand Duke Caspar bypass Count Plantagenet and send his men to secretly inspect his territories? Was this an attempt to put Count Plantagenet in a bad light?

Anya seemed surprised by his question. She frowned and hesitated for a long time before answering, "The title of Count of Plantagenet was personally bestowed by Grand Duke Casper."

"Why...?" Lorraine asked in surprise.

"Grand Duke Caspar believes we need some experience, so this is a good opportunity for us to come out and see the world, that's all." She emphasized the last four words.

Experience?

Lorraine raised an eyebrow, glanced at the holy emblem on Anya's shield, and tentatively asked, "Should I then address you as Anya Casper?"

The evening breeze caressed Anya's face, causing stray hairs to brush against her lips. She didn't deny it, but simply looked at him quietly and whispered:

"Whether you accept my commission or not, the badge I give you will remain valid forever."

That's really true...

Lorraine didn't expect her to admit it so easily.

He only dared to ask that question because the other party was a priest of the Lord of Dawn. After all, the Lord of Dawn was a well-known benevolent god, so at least he didn't have to worry about the other party killing him to silence him.

However, this woman really knows how to win people's favor. If an ordinary person heard her say that, they would probably agree without even thinking.

But Lorraine is clearly no ordinary person.

He nodded, shifting his gaze from Anya's face to the distant, hazy river, and began to weigh the risks and rewards.

He was able to receive systematic guidance from a formal mage, from magical perception to spells. If he had to figure these things out on his own, it might have taken him three to five years to even get a basic understanding.

Piper's teachers are even rarer; a professional willing to teach a halfling to become a barbarian is as difficult as finding gold coins on the street.

What about the risks?

Anya's meaning was very clear: she would keep things to the level of training and would not allow the two of them to come into contact with anything else.

Of course, it's also possible that they were just there for training, but Lorraine is more inclined to believe that they were there for an inspection.

Moreover, she spoke so casually that Lorraine didn't believe Viscount Herman, the lord of Frostvale, would think the same way.

A person who rises from commoner to viscount may not be happy for other nobles to "take a look" at his territory; they will most likely be resented by the other party.

But can someone who doesn't dare to take any risks still be called an adventurer?

If things get really bad, they can just run away. Anyway, he and Piper are both alone, so running away won't be too difficult.

"Okay, we'll take it."

Lorraine glanced at the eager little dwarf beside her, then sheathed the cleaned rusty throat and stood up to dust off her clothes.

"But let me make this clear from the start."

He gazed silently at Anya and said:

"If things develop to the point where I think they are out of control, we will not stay and wait to die. We may not be able to warn you in time."

Anya met his gaze and chuckled softly:

"Okay, I'll cover your retreat."