The Gilded Rose stood on Limelight main street, the most bustling area of Rebillion City. But with the decline of the Spectral Lime chamber of commerce, it was now deserted. The three peak alchemists had left, taking valuable materials because they hadn't been paid.
But in reality, what the clerks took was worth ten times their salary. They only left behind the cheapest reagents.
The Spectral Lime chamber of commerce couldn't pay their salaries at that point. Luigi's eight thousand gold couldn't even cover it, let alone the tens of thousands owed to the alchemists.
With the clerks leaving one by one, taking bits and pieces with them, the once prestigious Gilded Rose became a mere shadow of its former self. If not for the old butler's quick action to seal the warehouse, even the remaining cheap reagents might have been taken.
When Caster entered the Gilded Rose, it was empty and dusty, a far cry from its former splendor. Raymond sighed, pity evident on his face.
But inside, Raymond felt triumphant. 'Are you despairing, thinking of your past wealth? Well, joke's on you. The Spectral Lime chamber of commerce is gone, the Gilded Rose withered, and you, stuck as a 9th Rank Magic Apprentice, aren't worth much.'
Raymond was prepared to gloat at Caster's despair, but to his surprise, Caster remained unfazed. He didn't react to the emptiness around him and proceeded to the back of the Gilded Rose without a glance.
Raymond tried to provoke a reaction, but Caster was too quick, leaving Raymond trailing behind.
As they reached the warehouse, Caster stood amidst the cheap materials. Raymond wanted to complain, but seeing Caster's desolate expression, he held back. 'He's fallen on hard times. I shouldn't add to his misery.'
Seeing Caster's lifeless look, Raymond felt vindicated. Finally, Caster seemed shocked by the discovery of the cheap materials. But Raymond wasn't aware of Caster's true thoughts...
Caster was surprised by the abundance of resources in this era. The materials, including magic iron, were plentiful, unlike in his time. He marveled at the wealth around him but refrained from indulging.
After moving the materials to the alchemy laboratory, Raymond was confused. What had prompted Caster's sudden actions? He feared Caster had lost his mind, but deep down, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. However, he worried about the consequences for himself if Caster's behavior was seen as madness.
As Raymond felt overwhelmed, Caster found some shiny gems behind a box, so he kept searching. After making sure he didn't miss anything, he called to Raymond, "Come help me."
Without waiting for Raymond's answer, Caster picked a few good gems and left.
Left behind, Raymond was surprised. 'You think I'll help just because you asked? Am I your friend? And do you really expect a great mage like me to work with such cheap stuff? Are you kidding? You can't just hire a mage like me for a few coins.'
As Raymond went into the Gilded Rose, he grumbled. "Let's get this straight! Don't give me troublesome tasks. I can't waste my magic like this. The magic we use isn't something you can understand. Hey! Are you listening?"
After complaining for a while, Raymond realized he hadn't heard back, so he looked over.
He was shocked. "Stop! What are you doing?"
Raymond saw Caster shaking a tube with red liquid—red coral solution. Raymond got scared. Red coral solution was dangerous. It could cause big problems if it got too hot or got shaken. It was a power that even mages couldn't control.
For centuries, people had tried to use it, but no one succeeded. Red coral solution was a no-go in alchemy. Raymond was terrified at the thought of what Caster was doing.
Raymond wanted to stop him but was afraid of making Caster drop the tube. He begged, "Stop! What are you doing?"
He couldn't finish because Caster lit a lamp and held the tube over the flame. Raymond panicked. 'If I don't stop him, something bad will happen!' Quickly, Raymond used a spell to freeze things, using up a lot of his magic which is very fatal for mages.
But that was better than losing everything. After using up so much mana, the Frost spell was faster and stronger than usual. Almost instantly, the empty lab was freezing cold, and the lamp went out.
And there was more. After the lamp went out, a blue light spread like reaching vines. It froze the test tube of red coral solution and Caster's right hand in place.
"Thank goodness nothing bad happened..." Raymond said, still shaking from the scare. That scene had been way too scary. If he had been a few seconds slower, the whole lab might have blown up. 'That guy is too reckless. I don't mind him playing with red coral, but he shouldn't drag me into it...'
After the shock wore off, Raymond was filled with shock and anger. With his magical skill, he could have controlled the Frost spell to just put out the lamp and freeze the test tube, without freezing Caster's hand.
Yes, Raymond had done it on purpose. 'This guy doesn't know what he's doing. It'll teach him a lesson.' Since he still thought Caster was just an Apprentice, he wouldn't treat him like a fellow mage. If it weren't for his relationship with Raymond's father, he wouldn't even bother with him. If it were anyone else, they would have been frozen solid by now!
'I've had enough of this nonsense!' Raymond thought as he cast the Frost spell. He planned to let Caster freeze for an hour before rescuing him and giving him a stern warning. If his father asked, he would say it was because of the dangerous red coral solution. It wasn't a lie. Red coral solution was dangerous. He did it all to keep "Young Master Spellbound" safe...
The more Raymond thought about it, the happier he felt. He didn't even notice that Caster wasn't bothered at all.
After surviving for over twenty years at the end of the magic era, Caster knew more than anyone else in this era. And his casting ability was top-notch, not just because of his rank, but because of his hard work. In this era, there wasn't anyone more skilled in using magic for battle than Caster. All his experiences had honed his instincts, making him instinctively know the most efficient way to use mana.
Just like his mana shield: it seemed rough, but it was enough to block Raymond's Frost spell.
As the icy mist cleared, the mana shield faded away. The thick layer of ice on Caster's right hand fell away with a "crash."
"No way..." Raymond's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it. 'How... How could this be? How could an Apprentice resist a Frost spell? Even a mage couldn't! Frost might not be the most powerful spell, but it's still a 2nd rank spell! Even a bold mage wouldn't dare to resist it with their flesh. And yet this guy not only dared, he succeeded!'
'No way, something's not right here!'
'Even if he's weird, he's still Flint Spellbound's son. The Thunder God Chamber of commerce was incredibly wealthy. Flint Spellbound's son would surely have some magic tools to protect him. There's no way he'd be unharmed after a Frost spell.'
'It must be a magic tool that bFlintd the spell!'
'Yeah, that's it!'
'Otherwise, how could he be fine after a Frost spell?'

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Chapter 248
Producing something like that with the tools he had would be hard—extremely hard.Caster wiped a line of soot from his cheek as he examined the half-sketched blueprint. “If I’m off by even a millimeter,” he muttered, “the detonation won't focus, and all that energy will bleed out before it does anything useful.”He leaned back, tossing the chalk aside. The idea of a hybrid engine still buzzed in his mind, but the practicality? Not so simple.“Maybe I’m overcomplicating things,” he said aloud to no one in particular. “A steam engine would be easier. Just need a water tank and a heating rune—let the pressure do the work.”He tapped the side of the parchment thoughtfully. Steam engines wouldn’t be as powerful, but a simple heating spell was efficient. More importantly, it was consistent.‘Would be nice if I could tweak the heat settings on those spells,’ he thought, standing up and stretching his arms. ‘There’s going to be a lot of trial and error involved… and what for? What would I do
Chapter 247
Caster sat at his workbench, staring at the mess in front of him. Tools were scattered everywhere, papers and sketches covered the surface, and there were notes scribbled in every corner. It all felt overwhelming. His fingers tapped the wood of the table, a soft rhythm that couldn’t drown out the restlessness gnawing at him.There was so much he had to do. So many ideas, so many things he wanted to build. But where to start? His mind was a storm of thoughts, and none of them seemed to stick long enough to make sense.He muttered to himself, almost as if trying to remind himself why he was still here. "If I’m going to stay in this city, I might as well make the most of it," he said quietly, his voice raspy with exhaustion. "Maybe I’ll find something here. Something worth the effort."Caster shifted his gaze toward the window. Down below, the street was alive with people, carts rolling by, voices shouting, children playing. The city pulsed with energy. But it was the construction site
Chapter 246
“It is okay Wayland, do you have any further issues you wish to discuss before venturing head into the project?” Caster questioned, calmness lining his tone remarkably despite the nervous tapping of his fingers on the workbench. There was still some haze and the smell of the lightly coloured sawdust and the sharper than apple smell of oiled metal. The foreman mulled it over for a few moments, digging the jagged claws of his sweat-streaked hands through the coarse beard on his coppery face. His eyes moved on the workers who preparing some equipment around them and their voices were just ringing low as communication only. “Well, I do not know that directly without a second thought,” was his response but there was a brief moment of a shadow crossing his eyes to tell a different story. “However, do not hesitate to let me know if you have any ideas in your mind when the proceeding starts.” Caster hesitated, his thoughts swirling. His workshop had always been a sanctuary—a place where
Chapter 245
Caster was mature enough to see the world as it was. He understood that most younger folk saw it through a lens of hope and ambition, their dreams of treasure and fame setting them apart from his more grounded approach. Some were from humble beginnings: sons and daughters of farmers; young people from families that were better off but that had fallen on hard times and now were boy or girl determined to claw back some of that perceived lost respect, no matter the price."My jaw twisted into a small smirk as I imagined their wide eyes and wide, baseless plans and all they think is, ‘Get some gold, a shiny sword, you’ll be a hero.’" It was the same story, time and again: things that were often only dreams, rarely aligning with reality.Lowfield had been a deliberate choice despite what she had become. Knowing full well it wouldn’t be clear, he took the fast route but he took the fast route. The road taught him about its steep hills, its rocky passages and on occasion, the unfriendly tra
Chapter 244
The early morning breeze bit into the cloak and the underdress at Caster’s shoulders as he walked the narrow cobblestone path into Lowfield. Today he had gotten rid of his imposing helmet and heavy armor. Dawn's fresh smell of its own earth together mingling with the familiar taste of his workshop on his clothes. He wasn’t hiding his identity, or painful silence had been left behind, today. Today was about remembering the life that kept breathing after his magesmith-tools stopped.The caravan had added liveliness to the town which reminded me of festival time, the town was waking up. Some of the faces settling onboard Caster recognised—newcomers amongst the adventurers. With fresh ambitions and none of the resolve yet tested, they walked on their own journey wide eyed and reminded him of the person he used to be. He watched the newcomers with a kind of quiet amusement, catching snippets of eager chatter about dungeons and imagined battles, bravado thick in the air.A young man, prob
Chapter 243
Casting his small treaty of provisions, a load of stale bread crusts, some wrinkled fruits, and a hard wedge of cheese that once lived on a more hospitable broke surviving clunk to clunk. He made a gagging noise as he peered at the dried meat again and poked it with distaste. "Wouldn't it kill the fates to give me a real meal?" Just once. Something hot, even." He sneaked a look over at where a stove should be, the ones that made his mouth water when a hearty stew bubbled away. For a moment he smirked, "No stove yet … maybe I could conjure a magical pan up." "Oil might be asking for a miracle."Peering out the window he squinted at the city in the early light. Carts creaked along cobbled paths and vendors hawked fresh fish and newly baked bread in the place I had walked into, even now. He’d done a lot with the house in the week that he’d been there, turning it into something livable, barely. "What the hell?' he murmured, 'Doors actually close now' he concluded feeling a bit more proud
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