Spellcasting Gods

Because everything happened so fast, he had no idea what had happened.

After all, talent is one thing, and experience is another.

So far, this young man has not experienced a real battle between spellcasters, so it's not surprising that he can't get to the point.

Zhang Cheng had undoubtedly anticipated this situation, and shook his head with a half-smile: "No, you haven't grasped the key point. For a spellcaster, no matter how good the incantation or how elaborate the casting action, the essence is to control energy and construct the spell model as quickly as possible. If one day you can influence the energy itself directly without external force, then you can skip the tedious actions and awkward incantations, and release all magic instantly like me."

"You mean... I also have this talent?!?"

Allens was no fool after all; he immediately realized the subtext, and an expression of excitement and shock appeared on his cold face.

“Yes, you have that talent. But remember, while talent is very important in learning magic, focus and hard work are equally important. I can provide you with the best resources, but I cannot make you grasp the true essence of magic; it all depends on yourself.” Zhang Cheng rarely spoke words of encouragement.

But if you look closely, you'll notice a fleeting glint of amusement in his eyes.

That's right!

It's all about having fun!

Because he discovered another interesting toy!

Due to his dark personality, he was very keen on nurturing a genius and then destroying him with his own hands, savoring the extreme emotions that a person experiences when falling from hope to despair.

Only at this moment can the soul of an ordinary person burst forth with the most direct and essential beauty.

It must be said that this is evil, and also extremely cruel.

With very few exceptional cases, almost no ordinary person can withstand such suppression, rise again, and complete their own revenge.

But in Zhang Cheng's eyes, this was just a little game to pass the time, a game of interfering with and manipulating other people's fates.

"Understood! Thank you for your guidance, I will try my best." Alans's eyes revealed gratitude.

No one knew better than him what those words meant.

This means that his path to the highest hall of magic has been illuminated by a beacon, and all he needs to do is keep walking along this path. There are no crossroads, and no wrong directions.

……

Meanwhile, inside the castle of the border town, a banquet fraught with danger was quietly being held.

After raising his glass and giving a toast, Kerwin, the host, quickly announced the official start of the banquet.

As the band played cheerful tunes, some guests gathered to discuss the recent strange events in the city and the monsters roaming the streets, while others walked hand in hand onto the dance floor, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation.

No one noticed that a maid silently slipped a small bottle of pale yellow liquid into the mouth of a noblewoman who was about twenty-eight years old and exuded an aura of maturity and allure.

Today, the lady wore a light purple, low-cut tulle dress, and her long black hair draped over her shoulders like a young girl's, like a blooming rose, constantly attracting men with surging hormones.

Interestingly, she showed no interest in those who came to her for favors. Instead, she took the initiative to walk up to Melroth, the leader of the Spellcasters' Guild, raised her wine glass, and asked with a smile, "Dear Master, do you have time to answer a few questions about magic for me?"

"You are..." The old man slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing an expression of interest.

Regardless, he is a very important figure in this city. Although he is old, he still has many romantic encounters. This is not the first time he has had a similar experience.

“My name is Melissa, wife of Baron Calanster.” The woman covered her chest and curtsied.

This originally ordinary courtesy, when she performed it, was practically an invitation to commit a crime, making the blood of every man who saw it rush.

Even Melrot felt his aged heart begin to surge with strength again, and he subconsciously licked his lips in response, "Of course! Mrs. Melissa, I'd be happy to answer your questions about magic. However, there seem to be a bit too many people in the hall; perhaps we could go to a less crowded room in the back?"

"As you wish!" The woman who called herself Melissa winked playfully, quickly tossed the wine glass to the maid, and tiptoed into the dark corridor leading to the private room at the back.

“Ah! Another beautiful noblewoman has fallen at your feet, hasn’t she?” Isolte suddenly stood up from the crowd and teased in a slightly envious tone.

"What, are you jealous? Don't worry, my dear friend, if you're interested, I can teach you a couple of tricks in private. You know, the reason I'm so popular isn't just because of my position as the guild master of the spellcasters' guild, but also because of some little-known secrets." Melrot was clearly in a very good mood, and even didn't forget to joke.

"Forget it, I'm not like you. My mindset is already too old for me. I don't have the energy to play games with these hungry noblewomen. Besides, don't forget to finish the battle quickly. The lord is waiting for you to go see that book from the magic tower together. Trust me, you'll be amazed by the knowledge recorded inside."

"Of course! I have always been extremely devout in my attitude towards magic, and I will be back in half an hour at most."

"Then I wish you a wonderful time!"

"Hahaha! Thank you! I have a feeling tonight will be a wonderful night."

Chapter 1052 Design

Fine wine and women were among Melroth's few hobbies, and also his way of relieving stress and venting the negative emotions he accumulated over the years.

Only when the primal fire of desire is fully ignited will he temporarily shed his disguise and reveal his truest, most unknown side.

No constraints!

No oppression!

My body felt like it had returned to its youthful days, allowing me to fully enjoy unparalleled pleasure.

So engrossed in his moment that he was completely unaware that the wine he had drunk during his flirting had already caused a very special toxin to spread throughout his body via his digestive system and bloodstream.

Right now, his connection with magical energy has been completely severed. He is no longer the awe-inspiring and powerful spellcaster he once was, but merely an older man.

Undoubtedly, for an elderly person whose bodily functions are declining across the board, spending more than half an hour engaging in sexual activity with a vibrant woman in her thirties is an extremely physically demanding task.

When Melroth struggled to get out of bed, the night sky was already filled with endless stars, looking both mysterious and beautiful.

Feeling the soreness and fatigue in his muscles after strenuous exercise, he couldn't help but sigh slightly, and complained with a wry smile, "Time waits for no one! I never thought I would have a day when I'm no longer able to keep up."

Despite his complaints, he had no intention of wasting any more time there. He quickly dressed and turned to leave, never once turning back to look at the alluring and sexy curves of the woman on the bed.

For Melrot, women were merely disposable items to spice up his life, to be discarded after use, not worth much thought. Only magical knowledge and power were what he pursued throughout his life.

But the old man was completely unaware that the moment he left, the alluring lady on the bed quickly opened her eyes, smoothed her disheveled long hair, and said with a cold smile to the wardrobe not far away, "Come out! I know you're here!"

The words had barely left his mouth!

The tightly closed cabinet door creaked open, and a middle-aged man with a mustache stepped out.

He was none other than the spellcaster who, along with Isolde, chose to side with Zhang Cheng.

He first surveyed the surroundings to make sure Melrot was completely gone before relaxing slightly and cautiously asking, "So, did you manage to feed him the poison?"

“Of course! He’s just a lecherous old man. Do you think he can resist my charm?” Melissa pursed her lips and revealed a sinister smile.

“No, madam, President Melrot is no ordinary old man. Even the lord is wary of his immense power. If this matter is truly accomplished, I guarantee you will get what you desire.” The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, his gaze roaming unabashedly over the other woman’s naked body.

"Hmph! How would I know when you'll keep your promise?" Melissa clearly didn't care much about being watched by men, and stood up confidently, sneering as she retorted.

"Don't rush, please be patient. We're not the kind of unscrupulous merchants who would break their promises for a little bit of profit. On the contrary, what you value is worthless in our eyes." After saying that, the middle-aged man didn't care whether the other person understood his hint or not, and turned around to walk into the wardrobe, disappearing without a trace through the secret passage.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Melissa couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips slightly, muttering to herself in a voice only she could hear, "Interesting! Is this just an internal power struggle between spellcaster guilds, or is our lord planning something big?"

Unfortunately, no one could answer her question.

……

Meanwhile, in another room inside the castle, Lord Kerwin and Isolt were playing chess while patiently awaiting the outcome.

After all, all the necessary arrangements have been made; whether it will succeed is up to fate.

Especially since they had all met Zhang Cheng and understood how powerful their new master was, they didn't need to worry too much even if the operation failed, since Melroth would definitely be the one to die in the end anyway.

Just as Kerwin picked up the chess piece and was about to move it forward, a soft footstep sounded in the corridor, followed by the sudden opening of the wooden door.

next second!

Melroth, leaning on his cane, slowly walked in from outside.

He looked very tired, with slightly swollen eyes, and no longer as sharp and capable as he usually was.

Undoubtedly, this is one of the manifestations of the spellcaster being cut off from magical energy.

However, he had just engaged in a fierce battle, so he had not yet realized what the changes in his body meant.

A barely perceptible glint of joy flashed in Kerwin's eyes. He quickly stood up and greeted him, "Good evening, Master. I heard you just had a wonderful evening with Baron Calanster's beautiful wife. I'm truly envious."

"Hahaha! I hope the Baron doesn't find out about this, or he'll be furious." Melroth laughed and joked, completely unaware that his life was about to end.

"Yes, if the Baron found out, he'd go mad, and might even draw his sword to duel you. Although many nobles don't mind their wives having affairs, Baron Kelanster is an exception. He's a rigid and skilled warrior, and he would absolutely not tolerate any infidelity..."

Before Kerwin could finish speaking, a grown man covered in heavy armor, wielding a longsword and shield, burst in and, without a word, swung his weapon at Melroth.

puff!

Although the latter sensed the danger in advance and tried to dodge, he was still cut open in the abdomen, and dark red blood immediately stained his dark blue robe.

"Die, you scum! How dare you lay a hand on my wife! Today I'll tear you to pieces!"

With the intruder's furious roar, the metal-clad shield slammed into Melrot's face, throwing the old man violently against the hard granite wall. He coughed up another mouthful of blood, and the wound in his abdomen ruptured, spilling out a section of colorful intestines.

"Ah! What did I just say? This must never be allowed to reach the Baron's ears, or he will be furious. See, it has come true."

Seeing that Melroth was seriously injured in just one round, Kerwin knew that the outcome was already decided, and stood aside, pretending to be innocent, and made sarcastic remarks.

Chapter 1053 Long-Premeditated

"Damn it! Magic! My magic actually..."

At this moment, Melroth was clearly too preoccupied to pay attention to the sarcastic remarks. While clutching his bleeding abdomen, he tried to cast a spell despite the excruciating pain, only to find that his connection with the energy had been completely severed at some point.

To be precise, a toxin was flowing through his veins, disrupting the resonance between his magic and energy.

This means that all powerful spells are currently impossible to cast.

Left with no other choice, he had to exhaust his own magic power and unleash a burst of icy frost, forcing Baron Kelanthurst, who was rushing up to cut him in half, back two steps.

"Stop struggling, dear Guild Master. Haven't you felt it yet? This is the venom gland of a mud worm from the depths of the Great Swamp. It can sever the connection between all living beings and magical energy; just a little bit is enough to cripple a powerful spellcaster. Unfortunately, there just happened to be a fair amount in the wine you drank earlier, enough to ensure that you won't be able to cast a single decent spell for the next three hours," Isolt hinted with a half-smile.

For some reason, seeing the president who used to be above him fall to this state, he felt no sympathy or empathy whatsoever; instead, he felt a strange sense of pleasure.

That's right!

It's all about pleasure!

Although he knew it was a negative emotion born of jealousy, he couldn't help but feel a great sense of relief, as if he were releasing all the resentment that had been building up for years.

"It was you! It was all of you! You plotted against me?"

Melroth wasn't entirely stupid; he immediately realized the conspiracy behind the whole thing, and his eyes revealed intense doubt and confusion.

He couldn't understand why these guys, with whom he had "no past grudges or present enmity," would suddenly join forces to attack him so viciously, intending to kill him.

It's important to understand that the social atmosphere among nobles in this world has always been open. Normally, having an affair with a married woman wouldn't lead to a fight. In fact, in some places, noblewomen even use the number of men they've slept with as a standard for being popular.

Interestingly, behind this trend, the law explicitly protects marriage, and husbands have the right to retaliate against men who infringe upon their rights.