Chapter 52
Garrett couldn't take shortcuts this time. He had to patiently spend two days diligently copying books. On the third day, as he made his way to the Mage Tower again, before he could even rein in his horse in front of it, he heard a familiar sound.
"Boom!"
It was still on the fourth floor of the Mage Tower, the same window, the figure in robes dancing, flying out in a parabolic arc.
Garrett: "..."
This time, he rode much slower. Arriving at the landing spot, sure enough, it was Elliott, wobbling and descending, grumbling all the while:
"You little rascal, resorting to blasting when words fail... Aren't you afraid of blowing yourself up... Oh, why are you here?"
"Mr. Elliott..." Garrett looked at him helplessly. "I came to see if you needed help..."
Elliott wanted to tell him to scram. Last time he flew out of the Mage Tower, it was only with Garrett's help that he returned, otherwise, who knows how long he would have had to hop on one foot. At this moment, unable to voice harsh words, he grumbled as he struggled to get up and walked away.
He didn't cause trouble, but trouble didn't spare him. A clang from the fourth floor of the Mage Tower, a window pushed open, a young lad popped his head out, golden hair shining, shouting in a peculiar tone:
"If you've got guts, come up here!"
Elliott glanced up, remained silent, and kept walking with his head down. Garrett accompanied him, circling a quarter of the way around. As the golden hair of the youth disappeared from sight, Garrett asked softly:
"Couldn't win?"
"Who said I couldn't!" Elliott's voice rose suddenly. "That brat and I are on the same level! How could I not win!"
Garrett remained silent. Elliott walked a few more steps, slumped his shoulders, sighed:
"Just a little bit more!... Humph, that kid comes from a prestigious family, had the best meditation methods since childhood, stronger mental power than me. Just a bit more, and I could cast four spells like him!"
"Meditation methods?" Garrett's heart skipped a beat. He seized the chance to ask, "What kind of meditation methods are better?"
"Yes, yes, you're a healer... You already know what the human body looks like... You know..."
Elliott murmured, stuttering, a myriad of thoughts churning in his mind. Ordering, coercing, enticingany means, really. After all, Garrett had just started learning magic, didn't understand anything, and couldn't even produce ten gold coins
Give him a little benefit, or as he requested, help him cast the copying spell a few times, he'd surely spill the beans... If afraid of being exposed, just tell the teacher about the meditation, everyone benefits, surely they could keep the secret together...
No knowledge comes without a price. And meditation, something so foundational to a mage's power, its value even exceeded many spells.
In the Mage Tower, spells from levels one to three were all openly available to the mages inside. However, regarding meditation, except for the introductory 'Basic Meditation' book, not a single word about the other techniques could be found.
That was a price he couldn't afford.
He stared at Garrett, torn between conflicting thoughts. Trying to obtain the meditation technique through some means would be easy, but...
But aside from the fact that the other was a healer, someone who had just stepped into the realm of magic like him, it wasn't right to take advantage in such a way. Elliott's sense of morality and adherence to principles didn't allow him to do such a thing.
After hesitating for a while, gritting his teeth, Elliott turned and left. Observing the human body in the way healers do, then adjusting the mental core based on those observations. Just this single approach, a unilaterally proclaimed effective approach, was worth him giving up everything he had.
Even if Garrett was willing to tell him more, he couldn't offer something equivalent in exchange.
The young mage hurried away, his black robe billowing, almost creating a wave. Garrett stood behind, smiling slightly, watching the black-robed mage who had always looked after him hurriedly
leave. When the mage was three to five steps away, Garrett called out loudly:
"Hey!"
"No time!" The person ahead rudely replied, not even turning back, as if afraid of regretting it. Garrett chuckled even more:
"Don't try it yourself, I'll tell you how!"
With a thud, Elliott tripped and fell flat on the ground.
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