Chapter 677: Act 38 – Total Profession Domination I
“Elements are the rules; if you can’t yet control your own power, how can you possibly touch the realm of elements? Simply put, you must at least be a certified Wandermage to continue on this path. I’ve been puzzled, Brendel; you’ve always used someone else’s deck. At best, you’re an apprentice – how could you reach the level of elemental manifestation?” Saint Ausoor looked at him with doubt.
A possible reason flashed through Brendel’s mind: perhaps it was because he had two souls in one body. Part of him inherited the Wandermage tradition through Sue, the other through the bloodline of the black dragon. The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, and his thick eyebrows rose unconsciously.
“So, what should I do?” he asked, “Saint Ausoor大人.”
“How should I know? I’m not a Wandermage,” the elf lady scoffed, glaring at Brendel as she waved her hands dismissively. “And you, as an apprentice, act like a half-baked practitioner at every turn. Are all Wandermages teaching their apprentices this poorly? No wonder there are fewer and fewer inheritors of this tradition.”
Brendel felt somewhat baffled. The first time he activated his element pool, Tumen only told him about the origins of the tradition and how the Mataratanians historically used this ability. Reflecting back, that time was urgent, and it seemed the Elemental Emperor merely taught him a basic technique to deal with Viscount Test’s pursuit.
After all, one must survive to have the chance to learn further knowledge.
Later, in Chunximan’s tomb, the Centaur Lamia taught him advanced combat skills. Though she emphasized the importance of seeking one’s personal power, she didn’t explain it in much detail. On reflection, it seemed what Queen Ausoor said wasn’t wrong; on the path of the Wandermage, he certainly behaved like a half-baked practitioner.
However, after briefly considering, he said, “Well, it’s not entirely without leads…”
“Hmm.”
“Tumen once told me that ‘perfecting the world’s rules begins with constructing your primary deck.’ He said, ‘From the moment you touched your first Fate Card, you were already revealing your own Fate Deck.’ My deck is ‘Total Profession Domination…'” Brendel said sheepishly, though Queen Ausoor didn’t seem to notice this point. She only looked at Brendel with a profound gaze: “So your heritage comes from that guy—”
Brendel nodded: “It seems I misinterpreted his meaning. From the beginning, I embarked on the path of knighthood, but after that, I didn’t go further down this road, instead blindly filling ‘the world.'”
“You’ve realized this now?” Queen Ausoor raised a brow lightly. “After that shameless woman spoke to you, you must have noticed something, right?”
Brendel broke out in a cold sweat, knowing that “the shameless woman” Saint Ausoor referred to was Enya. He coughed and said, “More or less, so I roughly understand how to become a certified Wandermage.”
“What do you intend to do?” Ausoor asked.
Brendel paused for a moment.
Although he had made this decision long ago during the battle with Ampere Seale, when it came down to it, he felt a bit reluctant. After all, abandoning already attained power was painful.
But one path leads to the ultimate peak, while the other has already reached its summit. Brendel knew what choice he should make: “I think I should revert to the original path. Re-become an apprentice and then create my own laws.”
“I see,” Queen Ausoor looked at him with a slightly approving eye, “You’re still the Brendel I know, not someone blinded by power.”
She paused and asked, “So, are you ready to take action now?”
“Of course. Freya is still waiting for me upstairs,” Brendel replied. Then he waved his hand, and behind him, a universe-like profound world seemed to form, just like the scene when he first met Tumen, although his world was far less stable and vast than that of the Elemental Emperor, which seemed able to encompass the entirety of heaven and earth.
Countless colorful lights shot out of this world.
A silver card, the Unicorn Knight—Medisa.
The Highland Mage, Charles.
The Pure Great Angel.
The White Sun Blade.
The Golden Flag—
One by one, his cards appeared before him, lined up like stars. And in the distance, in Firburh, at Gels River bank, in Port Gris, and in the forests of Minterhein,
Apprentices in the mage towers suddenly found Charles on the podium disappear in an instant. The tree-spirits conversing with their commanders lost sight of the silver elf princess in the next moment. Medephis noticed Andrigraphis dissolving in front of him, and as he rose, the vampire heiress also disappeared before everyone’s eyes.
In various parts of Cold Pine City, Lubis mercenaries became increasingly transparent one after another. They exchanged glances, then vanished as if melting under the sunlight.
Eke the Weavecrafters, the Radiant Hornblower, the Fireclaw Lizardfolk…
Responding to Brendel’s summons, the contractors all gathered before him at the same time. Brendel reviewed each of them one by one, Charles, Medisa, alive and vivid as if they could see his gaze on the cards.
Behind Brendel, places like the Holy Tree Secret Place, the Roshar Market, the Rogen Marsh, the Embers Volcano, and the Storm’s Cradle formed a miniature world floating in a void.
This small world represented all of Brendel’s power.
Queen Saint Ausoor silently observed this scene, impressed. This was the power of the wandering mage – even an apprentice had already grasped the most essential rule of the world – to possess one’s own world.
And even further, they would truly become the masters of the world.
Sometimes, she could not understand why wanderers like the Wandermages existed in this world. They seemed to drift outside of Martha’s rules, yet they had not incurred the attack of Martha’s Tiamat law. Their backgrounds were all millennium-old riddles, and what meaning was there to their existence?
She narrowed her eyes as she watched all this.
But Brendel was already prepared for the final step; he waved his hand. The miniature world shattered with a rumble. He winced slightly, as if he could see his element pool collapsing into nothingness, the countless elemental forces mixing together, converging into a single point, like the center of the universe.
But in the deepest darkness, energy, time, and space converged into a single point, nurturing infinite power.
All the cards scattered in the air like waste.
“Lord, quickly stabilize your power, you’re losing control of us!” Medisa’s voice came from the sky.
“Lord, remain calm,” said Charles: “I believe in you.”
Brendel nodded.
He stretched out his hands, the profound space behind him seemed to expand infinitely, forming a universe being reborn. He said calmly, “I decree, this law shall be born from this point.”
“The radiant knight, holding the banner, traverses the wilderness of Libsa, the dust does not touch his resolute face; his will is as sharp as a blade.”
“This is the knight of Fran, honored by his sacred power and his followers.”
“He should have a fief first.”
As Brendel recited, Roshar’s Market fell into his hands, as if gold descending from the sky. It landed in that dark universe, immediately forming a flourishing land. On the golden soil, plants grew luxuriantly; first, meadows sprouted from the mud, then trees grew branches, and soon, there was a forest of green.
Then came the migrating travelers; humans chopped wood and built cities. Before Brendel and Saint Ausoor’s eyes, there formed a bustling town.
Then the Gem Plains formed in front of the town as fertile lands, with rippling water, as if bringing wealth from the distant horizon. Storm’s Cradle made up the background, with distant mountains stretching.
The scene seemed familiar, but for Brendel, it was particularly different. Compared to the power Tumen gave him, he finally felt the call of the rule of law in his destiny.
This was not a world that the wanderer opened by himself.
It was the acknowledgment of Martha.
Brendel was greatly moved.
The knight he spoke of is from Fran. The favorite knight in the “Amber Sword,” unlike other knights who are skilled in defense or attack, Fran’s knight’s abilities are balanced, capable in offense, defense, and possessing sacred power. Though not fast like warriors, nor can cast strong shields like priests, they perfectly interpret the role of a knight.
Fran’s knight shares glory with his followers.
He first set Roshar’s Market, Gem Plains, and Storm’s Nest as the power source for the knight, then continued, “He should have followers.”
Followers were at the core of Fran’s knight’s abilities.
At fifteen levels, Fran’s knight gains the summoning ability, allowing him to call upon a squad of followers on the battlefield, and these followers upgrade as Fran’s knight does. Though Fran’s knight isn’t great in offense, as a standard aura and command role, he excels in team battles.
Brendel looked up into the sky.
A card followed and fell.
Lubis’s mercenaries.
But this familiar card looked completely different in Brendel’s eyes. First, it became a silver rare grade card with significantly altered attributes. Besides the familiar pattern, even its name was entirely transformed:
White City Vanguard
Eternal Song II
Wind 5
[Spell – Instant]
Pay 20 mana (Knight), Fran’s Knight calls out, placing a team of twelve Lubis mercenaries onto the field.
Maintenance, Lubis Mercenaries (Equivalent to Fran Knight’s level -10 white derivative troops) will maintain until the end of the next day reset.
“Since the 172nd year of the First Age, the mercenaries of the city-state of Lubis have been famous for their bravery and outstanding loyalty.”
“Ah,” Although the card was his own choice, when Brendel saw it, he couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise. He stared at the card’s picture, and the engraved images of Tiger Sparrow and Flour’s sisters stood out; but this card was clearly no longer the old Lubis mercenaries card.
What happened?
Brendel would never have imagined that a card originally belonging to the Guild Alliance somehow joined the Eternal Song and significantly reduced the payment cost, but became a summoning spell instead.
He paused in bewilderment, but then he heard Saint Ausoor exclaim ‘Huh’ in her mind. At that moment, Brendel also felt the energy fluctuation.
They both looked up.
A curtain of seven colors suddenly oscillated in front of Brendel, and a light portal opened up. This scene was familiar, and Brendel was about to call out the name when a man in a silver robe walked out from behind the portal.
“I said, we’d meet again.”
“When you officially become a wanderer mage.”
“Brendel.”
“Tumen!” Brendel hadn’t even opened his mouth yet when Ausoor had already shouted the name.
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Next, I recommend a book by Fatou Fish. The last time I called him Doutu Fish, he wasn’t satisfied, okay, actually this fellow’s real name is Yong Tai. Vi. Britannia… No, it’s Silver Frost…… It’s actually the same level of middle-school.
The book title is ‘Heart Hunting the Crown’! The author ID perfectly matches, right? Book number: 2268766
His introduction is written too poorly, so I decided to rewrite one for him. This book tells the story of a Marxist materialist outwitting a group of capitalist wizards, okay, the above is a joke. Fans who enjoy psychic powers battling wizards can give this book a try.)
(To be continued…)
