Chapter 18 They don't understand crap

  "Cynthia, put away this Gradual Death Book that has already been identified as a high-quality fake by seven wizard masters. Haven't you figured it out yet? The wizard master standing in front of you just now wasn't casting the Silent Ice Crystal Shield, but was showing you what's called affinity with ice elements!"

  Just as Rowan took the Book of Shattered Souls from Cynthia's black-robed hands, Korren's voice appeared.

  Turning around, Rovey saw the slave trader going upstairs, followed by Sakraddin, a muscular man with tattoos all over his face.

  It's clear that slave trader Colleen Wiley has a lot of credibility in Cynthia's mind, so she didn't hesitate to take the "Book of Gradual Death".

  Rovi's mouth twitched twice, and for a moment he even had the heart to kill and rob, but this too dark and thieving psychology was abandoned by Rovi after just bubbling up.

  Although I have already killed two or three hundred plague zombies, killing people and killing zombies are obviously completely different concepts.

  "Respected mage, sir, you are truly a hidden talent. In the entire world of Aethoria, mages who can cast spells are already one in ten thousand, and those like you who have mastered both necromancy and ice elemental magic are only found among tens of thousands of mages! So, you must be a second-circle mage, right? I... Ah, I'm really too rude! I still don't even know the respected mage's name!"

  Korren Wei, a slave trader who had walked over with quick steps, said this to Rovi with an astonishing gaze and tone.

  As he spoke, the slave trader Colenweil carefully observed Rove's expression. In fact, he had originally judged that Rove was only a novice necromancer, but Rove's sudden display of "Ice Elemental Affinity" spellcasting talent and innate magical abilities made Colenweil unhesitatingly raise his assessment of Rove's spellcasting level.

  But for now, the second ring's user is still just a speculation of Kollin Wier, and needs to be confirmed or denied by Roviel.

  "Mr. Colenwe, your eloquence is truly impressive, no wonder you have such a large merchant fleet." Rovey didn't confirm or deny his mage rank, but instead responded to the slave trader Colenwe with what seemed like politeness: "You can call me Rovey."

  The gods are above, this time I really guessed it right! This is indeed a Second Ring Necromancer!

  This answer made Kolren Wei, a self-proclaimed slave trader, let out a loud affirmative cry in his heart.

  "No, no, no! The master of the Ryū to Bijin Shōkai couldn't possibly be below, he's just a small clerk in charge of this merchant group." With that thought, the slave trader waved his hands repeatedly to clarify the facts: "Actually, our Ryū to Bijin Shōkai may be a newly established merchant association, but it is an enterprise of the noble Bristol Earl family."

  Earl of Bristol?

  This noun didn't remind Rovi of any "memories", so it should be a noble with no intersection with "Magician Saro".

  Looking at Rowen, who mentioned the name "Earl of Bristol" and was not moved by his own words, slave trader Colleen's evaluation of Rowen rose to another level.

  The Earl of Bristol is one of the five prominent earl families in the Republic of Corvania!

  Of course, the Ferroja mountain range and surrounding lands belong to the Kingdom of Gadon, so ordinary people may not know about the five great earls of the neighboring Crowmire County. But for a mage who has reached the Ring Stage and is allowed by their mentor to venture out and gain experience, not knowing that would be a huge joke.

  "Knowledge and wisdom belong to those who wield power, nobles and commoners... will fight and till the land is enough."

  With the title of "Hamm-Sleight, the Nine-Ringed Sorcerer" as his surname, in over 500 years ago when he was speaking to the Emperor of the Falcon Dynasty and thousands of nobles, this famous quote was said. Although with the passage of time, some high-ranking nobles may have had the opportunity to learn a few words, Colleen firmly believed that someone like Lovie, who reeked of top-tier magic academy from head to toe, would not know the renowned Earl Bristo of the Crow Kingdom.

  So there are only two possibilities - this young wizard either has a high-level spellcaster as his mentor, or he is from an even more prominent family than the Earl of Bristol!

  Either of the two truths is enough to make Kolenev have to maintain sufficient respect for Rove.

  The smile on the face of the slave trader grew even more, he almost drooled as he looked at Luo Wei and asked: "Respected Mr. Luo Wei, are you also planning to rest for a while in this inn? Ah, if Mr. Luo Wei doesn't mind, I am willing to give up the best room in this inn..."

  Before the slave trader could finish speaking, Rovey waved his hand to stop his enthusiasm: "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Colenwi, I have already booked another room, and I don't like it when I push open the window and see people fighting in a dusty arena."

  The slave trader slapped himself on the back of the head twice, feeling that he was truly stupid. For ordinary people, it was absolutely worth watching the knights and their entourage's martial arts training in the Earl's house. But for a spellcaster who grasped the secrets of magic, what was the point of watching ordinary people's hand-to-hand combat training?

  "Please forgive my ignorance, Mr. Lovi!" The slave trader continued to explain with a remorseful face: "To be honest, Mr. Lovi, I have only had brief conversations with three noble spellcasters before, and my family has never produced any noble spellcasters. You are the most approachable spellcaster I've ever met, so I got excited and mistakenly put you on the same level as ordinary people..."

  "It's nothing." Rove interrupted the slave trader's lengthy attempt to build a rapport once again, then shifted his gaze towards the black-robed and hooded Cynthia: "Miss Cynthia, may I take a look at that 'Book of Gradual Death' from earlier? Trust me, I can make a more accurate appraisal of its authenticity."

  Rather than continuing to make small talk with the slave trader, Rove wanted to take a look at Cynthia's "Book of Gradual Death" himself.

  Seven wizards identified as high imitation counterfeit?

  They don't know squat, I'm the only one who has the final say in authenticating "The Book of Gradual Death"!

  "I refuse!"

  Cynthia in black hooded cloak refused Rovi's proposal without any hesitation.

  "Why?"

  Rovin was taken aback by the reaction of the black-robed, masked Cynthia. He couldn't think of a reason why this flat-chested girl who possessed the Book of Gradual Death would refuse.

  "Because you're just a second-rate necromancer." Cynthia replied matter-of-factly, her eyes scanning Rove from head to toe before continuing, "You can't even win in a fight with an undead, how could you possibly discern the authenticity of my 'Book of Gradual Death'? This book is Black Ice..."

  "Shut up! Cynthia, that's enough! Don't think that just because you're a Bronze-ranked warrior, you can speak nonsense to a noble wizard like Master Rovi! Apologize to him at once, or I'll fire you! Absolutely!"

  Before Cynthia in black veil finished speaking and Lovi was about to say something, the slave trader Colenwil let out a roar.

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