I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 155 What's so interesting about this?

"Bang."

The door closed.

Monk left the Grey Bottle Pharmacy.

Wilder finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

This guy—

You suspected me just now, didn't you?

Can't go wrong.

Monk had an aloof and unapproachable face, so in theory he wouldn't care whether Monk was frostbitten or not, much less ask what kind of magic a novice mage was learning.

He's testing the waters!

They tested the waters in the forest once, and now they're doing it again.

What a terrifying guy.

Thinking about it this way, Wilder felt even more unlucky.

How come I always seem to run into Monk at these two crucial junctures in time?

There's no "Luck" option in the system's properties panel, so that's how it works, right?

but----

It seems they've successfully gotten away with it.

It wasn't a complete waste of time this morning.

Wilde tried to comfort himself with optimism.

After leaving the Colt Inn in the early morning, he didn't go straight to the potion shop, but instead went to the Adventurers' Guild.

After waiting for nearly an hour in front of the door at the far end of the second floor of the association, he finally saw Fina, who had arrived late.

Then, with Fina's delighted expression, he bought the only scroll of freezing spells in the box from her for five gold coins.

Ice Blade Technique

Actually, the magic supplies store opens much earlier than Fina's work hours, but he still cautiously chose this place.

If the investigation team were to trace back to which adventurers purchased these types of spells during this period, they would likely focus on magic supply merchants, making it difficult to trace small workshops like Fina's.

Even if they find out this, given his relationship with Fina, she will most likely keep it a secret for him.

After purchasing the [Ice Blade] spell, Wilder still didn't go to the potion shop, but instead went straight to the outskirts of Ironweave Town.

On the open ground where he often practiced his spells, he mastered the spell at an extremely fast pace, thanks to his high intelligence of 17.

After successfully casting [Ice Blade] once, he aimed the crystal on his staff at his left arm.

"Bang!"

Even though he deliberately reduced his magical power, the sharpness and coldness of the ice blade still made him cry out in pain.

damn it.

I never imagined I would drive myself to the point of self-harm.

Wilder thought to himself, "This is what I'm thinking."

However, this was clearly necessary, and it was proven in the subsequent chance encounter with Monk.

That's right.

Wilder was unaware that Monk, with his incredible intuition and rich imagination, had almost perfectly conceived of his entire behavior.

But he still rejected his own idea.

The reason for this is the same as the speculation that "the girl Wilde saved was the Red Dragon".

Monk made that conjecture based on the premise that "red dragons might become human".

However, he did not expect the premise that "Wild could master level two spells within a few hours".

As a well-informed senior mage, he naturally believed that it was impossible.

Therefore, he abandoned his almost entirely correct conjecture.

As it turns out, even the sharpest intuition can be defeated by the damned experience upon which we rely for survival.

Wilder paid Louis four gold coins and returned to the Colt Inn with two vials of potion.

Pushing open the wooden door to the second-floor single room, Talia and Maeve were having lunch by the bedside.

"Well----"

They were eating breakfast when they left and lunch when they returned, which gave Wilde the illusion that they had been eating the whole time.

-

It was actually an illusion.

"Talia has a particularly good appetite, which is a good thing."

Maeve said, "She's been eating since this morning."

"Um--"

Wilder's lips twitched, but he felt a little more relieved.

Being able to eat is always a good thing.

He took two small gray glass bottles out of his pocket and handed them to Maeve.

"These are medicines for treating frostbite: Ice Curse Relief and Frostbite Cream. One is for oral administration, and the other is for external application. Thank you for your help."

"Leave it to me."

Maeve took it and agreed without hesitation.

Wilder glanced at the stack of plates on the table, then took two gold coins out of his pocket and handed them to Maeve again.

"I'll need your help casting Healing Mantra on Talia these next couple of days. I might need you to buy her food while I'm gone; consider this payment for your meals."

Maeve paused, then said, "Isn't this much unnecessary?"

"Don't underestimate Talia's appetite," Wilder said with a smile.

"Oh well."

Maeve accepted the two gold coins.

Each meal at the Colt Inn costs about three silver coins, enough for sixty or seventy set meals.

At that moment, Wilder's stomach rumbled softly.

He barely ate anything last night, and this morning he only ate one slice of bread; his stomach was already empty.

He glanced into the corner, where Bruce had gone straight to the corner of the room after returning, where he was enjoying his favorite kobold alone.

He was clearly the only one in the room who hadn't had lunch yet.

"Maeve, I'm going downstairs to get something to eat. You can use this time to apply the ointment to Talia," Wilder said.

"Okay, go ahead." Maeve nodded.

"Wild".

Talia, who had been eating the whole time, suddenly looked up, her crimson eyes staring blankly at him.

"Is there not enough food? Should I have Ella bring up two more servings?" Wilder replied.

"no."

She gently shook her head, her lips parting slightly, "Aren't you going upstairs to eat with us?"

Wilder was taken aback.

Do you want me to eat upstairs?

Looking into Talia's bloodshot yet still clear eyes.

He suddenly seemed to understand something.

Back when they lived at the Colt Inn, whenever the two met, Wilder would eat at the same table as Talia.

He just said he was going downstairs to eat.

Did she mistakenly think that I didn't want to have dinner with her anymore?

Now that he knows Talia is a dragon, she likely thinks that Wilder doesn't want to eat with her anymore as a dragon.

"Then I'll go upstairs to eat."

Wilder nodded to her, giving her a gentle and charming smile.

"good----"

"No!"

Before Talia could finish speaking, Maeve interrupted her hastily.

She pouted and glared angrily at Wilder: "Don't think I don't know what you're up to! Don't even think about peeking!"

"what?"

Wilder's lips twitched. "I didn't mean to!"

Talia blinked in confusion, not understanding what Maeve meant.

What are you peeking at?

Maeve glared at Wilder, then leaned close to Talia's ear and whispered a few words to her.

Talia's face remained expressionless; she showed neither anger nor embarrassment.

She simply looked down at her chest, and placed her hands on it, somewhat confused.

this----

What's so interesting about it?

"Okay then, Maeve, you apply the medicine to Talia first. I'll go to the next room. Call me when you're done."

Wilder then turned to Talia, "Then I'll go downstairs and buy some food, and we'll eat together when we come up."

"it is good."

Talia nodded.

The midday sun streamed in through the window, shining directly on her porcelain-white face.

His crimson pupils were tinged with a faint gold.

It looks much softer.