The female mage burst into laughter, "I knew, there is also! The second-level magic structure is not something that we can describe in ordinary ways for both the second-level magic. The necessary third-level mage uses ordinary methods to describe spells that are lower than one's first-level magic without interpreting spells. The main reason is that the magic or mental power on these lines is a little more powerful, which can easily make people confused." Faced with Shaoke's doubts, the female mage gave him a detailed introduction.

Shaoke glanced at the transcription scroll helplessly, slowly rolled it up and said, "It seems that the magicians of that aristocratic family have told you a lot of things that ordinary mages don't know!"

After carefully looking at the work she copied, the female mage nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well! But what does it matter? Didn't I tell you all now?" After that, she stopped talking to Shaoke, signaled and then copied the spell she had chosen.

Shaoke watched the female mage busy and was busy. After a little rest, he sat cross-legged on the chair and began to meditate and restore his magic. He tried to copy a first-level spell when he went back. After all, he could not return empty-handed!

When Shaoke woke up in deep meditation, the female mage was still busy. Shaoke didn't bother her. He tried to lighten his pace and went to the bookshelf to find first-level spells. There were not many spells stored here. After a while, he read the names of those first-level spells. Shaoke carefully recalled and did not find first-level spells that he had never heard of. It seemed that there was no unique spell knowledge stored in the military headquarters. Now Shaoke did not want to copy first-level spells again, because he had mastered more than a dozen first-level spells. He felt that although first-level spells were very important, compared with higher-level spells, this also had various shortcomings in first-level spells, and it would delay a considerable amount of time. It would be better to be familiar with the first-level spells that he already knew!

After not finding the unique spells of the military headquarters, Shaoke had to find a book on the bookshelf, which looked like a book about making a "spell book", which was a little different from what he had seen before. Shaoke was gradually attracted by the theory in the book, and he forgot the unhappiness that he had just had because he could not find a special spell.

After reading the book, Shaoke found that the female mage had stopped transcribing, and also sat opposite him with a book in his hand and watched with relish. Shaoke gently closed the book and slowly turned behind the female mage. The female mage looked up at the other party, then smiled, "What, have you finished reading it?"

Shaoke bent down and put his hands on the female mage's shoulder, pressed it gently and said, "Do we go back? I guess the coachman is waiting outside!" While saying that, he slowly moved the position of his hands.

The female mage suddenly closed the book in her hand and pressed the other party's hand on her neck. "Don't move! Well! Don't move! It's time for us to go back." The female mage pressed the strange hand that moved to her neck with one hand, and the other hand involuntarily grabbed the paper on the table and whispered to refuse.

Shaoke couldn't help but stroke the female mage Rouran's neck behind her. Finally, when she looked at the female mage with her head raised and her red face, Shaoke couldn't help but lean down and print it to the other party's little mouth.

The door panel of the stone house was knocked on by someone. The frightened two people woke up at once. The female mage held the staff and glared at Shaoke fiercely, "Who?" Shaoke smiled bitterly, almost succeeded!

"It's me, it's already late now. I heard the servants say a carriage parked at the door. The coachman said he was picking you up. He had been waiting outside for almost two magical magic." The voice of the old mage who led the wizards came from outside the door. "Go back quickly! There is no one here at night, why don't you sleep here and I'll tell the coachman to leave first?"

"Wait a moment, we are packing things, it's time to go." Shaoke and the female mage were busy starting to pack up the things placed on the desk. The scroll was carefully placed in its original place and the books were arranged neatly. The two put on their cloaks, closed the vents inside, and put out the candles one by one before coming out.

The old mage was holding a hexagonal glass lamp with patterns in his hand. He held the lamp and illuminated the two mages and said, "Give me a universal gold coin! You two don't know how many magic you copied inside, so I won't ask. Moreover, you were wasting the ignition of so many candles and asked our servants to communicate with you... Just give me a universal gold coin."

Just as the female mage was about to say something, Shaoke took out a universal gold coin from his wallet and handed it over and said, "This mage, we will leave first. If we have the chance in the future, I believe we will meet again."

The old mage weighed the gold coins in his hand and said to the two: "Come with me! There are no extra lamps, just make do with it!" As he said, he felt nostalgic, touched the carved patterned waiting cover and sighed: "Actually, I remember when I first came here, I bought all the glass lamps like this for the curator. Oh! By the way, if you join you, if you go to the battlefield, you must not release too many spells in every battle, and maintain about half of your casting ability. At least you can react in emergencies."

Shaoke and the female mage thanked each other for the good reminder of the old mage. After the old mage removed the spell effect on the gate, the two mages said goodbye again like the old mage, and then got on the carriage waiting for them and rushed towards the hotel.

The old mage held the lamp until he could no longer hear the horse's cry, and then sighed and slowly closed the door. Magic fluctuations appeared again, and the already very dilapidated library in the city returned to peace again.

After the mages returned to the hotel, the hotel owner was waiting anxiously in the lobby, "Two respected mages, have some problems happened on the road? The coachman didn't delay your time!"

Shaoke said embarrassedly: "I'm so sorry, the coachman did not delay our time, but we forgot the time we came back for a while. Thank you for your help."

The three of them then chatted for a while, and the mages proposed to go and rest before the conversation ended.

When the female mage returned to the house, she suddenly turned her head and said to Shaoke: "When you were in the stone house just now, you looked very rude, especially for a female mage, haha! Good night!" Then she left the embarrassing mage and turned back to her house and started to rest.

Shaoko stood at the door for a while and said through the door: "Francis, actually...you are good night." After that, he hurried back to his room. He didn't dare to listen to the female mage say anything else.

After breakfast the next day, the two mages got into the carriage that the inn manager found. This time they changed the carriage. The carriages the mages were riding were obviously larger and the layout inside was better. Of course, the price was only half a gold coin.

The two mages were constantly familiar with the spells they copied yesterday in the carriage. Shaoke read in detail the first half of the second-level spell "hot rays" copied in the second-level spell, and tried to slowly form handprints. The female mage held her spell casting record book and looked down, closed her eyes and leaned against the fluff and thought about some problems, and then checked her records again.

There were more caravans along the way. Several times the caravans passed by hoped that the convoys of these three carriages would join their team. Of course, they had to pay a certain amount of money, but Shaoko notified the coachman to refuse. However, every time they camped at night, they still relied on the camps of the big caravans to rest. In the words of the coachman, "Even if there are robbers, they will attack them first. Our target is too small." Of course, they said secretly while resting, and they did not dare to let the mages know.

After Shaoke became familiar with the second-level spell that had been copied halfway, he began to prepare for the production of the "spell book". He slowly bonded the paper he made with snow deer skin with special magic glue, and then stopped. This had already taken all the deer skin he had accumulated over two years at the border, and this work had been taking nearly a day.

Shaoke stretched out his aching waist and leaned against the carriage to rest. Seeing that he had finished his work, the female mage took out some slices of bread from the wall grid next to him and handed it over, "If you eat some lunch, you won't be so tired. How long can eating a few slices of bread delay you?"

Shaoke shook his hand and said, "I'm not going to eat anymore. It's almost dinner time. What should I eat after a while? I still want to have a drink with you! You don't understand, I want to finish it in one breath, so..."

The female mage handed it to Shaoke again, "What? I still want me to serve you?"

Shaoke suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the female mage and said, "Okay! Thank you for your care, for the sake of I am a weak person."

But the female mage put the bread slices on the wall again, "If you don't eat them, don't eat them, you don't care about my business anyway."

Shaoke moved the writing table in front of him aside and leaned against the female mage and said, "How is your 'spell book' done? Can you let me see it? I haven't seen you make it these days."

The female mage gathered her long hair with some messy hair, "I've been busy studying the spell I just copied these days! By the way, how could you choose the spell of "hot rays"? Although it has the most penetrating power among second-level spells, its scope of application is not large! In terms of attack power or "wind blade technique", it is also a range of offensive spells!"

Shaoke nodded and thought for a moment, "Actually, the most important thing is that I don't plan to focus on range attack spells. I want to specialize in studying single attack spells and become a real combat mage, instead of hiding behind the flesh shield to release those large-scale attack spells. I don't think of such a mage as a combat mage."
Chapter completed!