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Chapter 5 The Staff (Part 1)

"There are people inside," said the knight in the lead, who was clad in iron armor.

It's suspicious enough that anyone lives in this remote, abandoned wooden house.

After all, compared to the safe environment of the town, living in the mountains is inherently more prone to accidents, even for normal people.

Upon hearing the knight speak, the sheriff immediately fell silent.

At the same time, he secretly glanced at the knight's back with a sense of awe, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the knight had not taken offense at what he had just said.

This Knight Matthew in town is not a local. Their town can't produce such a noble knight. It is said that Matthew comes from the fiefdom of a certain nobleman and is a noble being who has passed the knighthood trial. Even the mayor treats him with great care.

"I saw a faint light behind one of the windows from a distance, but it went out as we got closer," Matthew said casually.

In the stillness of the night, Matthew's voice carried far beneath the empty woods.

Lynn, who was hiding behind the window, heard it clearly.

He was being careful enough; there were no curtains in the room, he dimmed the oil lamp to its lowest setting, and instead of placing it on the table near the window, he left it on the floor.

In this pitch-black night, without light, the words on the books would be completely invisible.

Upon hearing the commotion outside, Lynn immediately extinguished the oil lamp and moved to another room, where he hid behind a window to secretly observe.

Unexpectedly,

These guys

Lynn frowned.

No, I must inform the teacher immediately. Only the teacher can deal with these people. With my current rudimentary skills, I haven't even mastered a single spell. If I were to fight them...

Lynn's gaze fell on the things that looked like fire pokers in the hands of those people.

Although it was just a musket, he had no doubt that it could riddle him with bullets in one shot, and whether Anglie could withstand the musket was also an unknown.

After all, practice makes perfect, and without practice, he wouldn't know whether the teacher could take a bullet.

Now that he was Anglie's student, given the crimes Anglie had committed, if he were caught, he would at least be hanged, or even burned alive. This was no longer a fantasy.

Lynn turned away from the window and ran up the stairs.

The teacher lives in the master bedroom at the end of the second floor.

Standing outside the door, Lynn took a moment to catch her breath and gently knocked on the door.

"Teacher," Lynn called out.

The room was deathly silent.

"Teacher," Lynn called again from outside the door.

creak-

The wooden door quietly opened a crack.

Angre, his face grim, stood behind the crack in the door, his eyes fixed on Lynn like those of a viper, cold and devoid of any emotion.

Lynn suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Lynn, I want a proper reason, and then tell me why you bothered me at night." Anglie's thin face was almost skin and bones, and his eyes were deeply sunken. He opened his mouth and spoke slowly.

"Teacher, there are people outside, and many of them are carrying muskets," Lynn said quickly.

Those people might already be in the courtyard and upstairs soon. He didn't want to waste time talking nonsense with the teacher after they were already upon him.

"Don't bother me with this kind of thing again. You can handle these people who bother me. This wand has two zero-ring spells recorded on it: Acid Missile and Mental Shock." A faint silver light flashed from the ruby ​​ring on Anglie's finger, and the next moment an oak short staff appeared in his palm.

Lynn took the short cane and looked at the closed door.

"So that's how I dealt with that group?" Lynn asked, somewhat bewildered.

Although I had read about how to use a staff in my notes, this was the first time I had actually used one.

Lynn's mood was heavy.

Looking at the oak short staff in his hand.

Lynn's mind raced as he recalled details from the book.

Although the teacher had previously recorded some information about using spells and magical artifacts in his first notebook.

However, he had never actually done it before and had no experience.

But it was too late; those people were about to come up.

Based on his understanding of Anglie, if he really didn't do this well, given Anglie's unpredictable nature, the consequences might be very serious.

Thinking about this, Lynn's mood became extremely solemn.

He couldn't be sure that the contents of the notebook were correct.

But there's no other way now, so we can only try anything as a last resort.

With this in mind, Lynn had no choice but to concentrate his mental energy and try to communicate with the oak staff in his hand.

Fortunately, it went smoothly; spiritual energy was easily infused into the oak staff, and the oak staff was successfully connected.

Information about the staff came to mind.

There are also two modules.

It was a strange feeling, as if there were two buttons on the oak staff in my hand, but the buttons did not exist in reality. Only by communicating with the oak staff with mental power could I feel the existence of the buttons.

This must be the spell module mentioned in the notebook.

By constructing spell modules within the staff, one can activate the modules and use the spells within them simply by consuming mental energy.

boom!!!

Suddenly, a strong elemental fluctuation came from the courtyard outside. Immediately afterwards, a cold current came from the courtyard, making the window glass at the end of the second-floor corridor rattle.

This was accompanied by a great deal of wailing.

Lynn looked serious, turned around and quickly went downstairs, but tried to slow his footsteps and tiptoe to lower the noise.

My heart was racing involuntarily.

He was somewhat nervous, just like when he and his father took turns keeping watch at night during their escape. Every refugee around him could turn into a thug at any moment. During his escape, he had witnessed too much of the cruelty and ugliness of human nature.

"Damn it, there's a magic trap here."

"You, go ahead and scout ahead!" An angry voice came from outside the courtyard.

Lynn went down to the first floor, entered one of the rooms, and hid behind a broken window to secretly observe the scene in the yard.

The window glass was full of impurities; although it was transparent, it was very cloudy.

Lynn crouched on the ground, cautiously peeking out with only one eye showing.

At this moment, the wooden archway at the entrance to the courtyard has been shattered by the explosion.

The ground was covered in frost, and seven or eight people lay scattered on the ground. The people standing around them were also injured. Some were squatting on the ground, while others were holding their faces.

He knew that Anglie had set up magical traps in the courtyard and at every entrance to the house.

It not only prevents people inside from leaving, but also triggers the magic trap if people outside come in.

After falling into a magical trap, the leading knight became even more vigilant.

At the head of the group, a hunter dressed in animal skins, carrying a bow and arrows and holding a short knife, cautiously approached the house. He moved slowly, glancing back every now and then.

In the courtyard outside, a knight wielding a greatsword leaned on one hand, the tip of the sword embedded in the ground, his gloomy face surveying his surroundings.

Suddenly, the knight raised his head and looked at one of the windows.

Lynn crouched down, leaning against the wall. He didn't know if the knight had noticed him, because when he looked up, he was looking at the window where he was hiding.

He hid very carefully, not even showing much of his head.

Moreover, it was nighttime, and he wasn't sure if the other person had even noticed him.

The person ordered to scout ahead proceeded cautiously, Lynn's eyes flickering slightly.

He knew that there was a trap right at the gate.

He wasn't sure if there were any more traps, but since he walked around the house every day, it was highly unlikely that there would be any more inside.

Therefore, if the trap at the gate is destroyed.

These people can then simply walk into the house.

Although the staff has two skills.

But Lynn estimated that he wasn't even a third-class wizard apprentice yet.

At best, he could only be considered a wizarding apprentice who had just stepped into the door. He estimated that his current mental strength could only support him to cast the spell in his staff 3-4 times.

That probably isn't enough.

Although seven of the people on the other side were killed by the first magic trap, there were still eleven left, including a knight who possessed extraordinary power.

Lynn's brain worked at lightning speed. Mental Shock was a single-target damage spell, and Acid Missiles was theoretically also a single-target damage spell, but in reality, this spell had a splash effect and a small area of ​​effect.

Then let's use acid missiles.

Lynn channeled his spiritual energy into the staff, activating the spell attached to it.

The mental energy in my mind was rapidly draining away, as if a floodgate had been opened.

The weight has decreased by more than one-fifth, and the staff in his hand is now fully activated.

It's a feeling of being poised and ready to launch at any moment.

(End of this chapter)