Chapter 129 - 128: Information Confirmation

Chapter 129: Chapter 128: Information Confirmation

As if to hide the smile he could barely contain,

Fevik quickly changed the subject. "Oh, right. Remember to disguise the equipment’s information while you’re at it."

"Disguise?"

Hesia had heard of such a thing before.

Back at the camp, he had once curiously used his Identification Skill on all his teammates’ equipment, but Captain Hulk’s Longsword and Kite Shield only showed a blur.

The captain’s explanation at the time was, "My former teammate who went back home to get married handled this for me. Unless you can break the disguise on it, you can’t see its specific Attributes."

Fevik noticed Hesia’s confusion and explained patiently, "The principle behind the Identification Skill is to read an item’s inherent Magic Marks and historical echoes."

"Therefore, what we call ’disguising’ is simply you using your own Magic Power to cover the item with a false outer shell."

"Only if someone has the ability to dispel your disguise can they identify the equipment’s true Attributes. This is a very common self-protection technique for Mages, to prevent their trump cards from being easily seen through."

"You just need to..."

Under Fevik’s guidance, Hesia quickly mastered the technique.

While hiding the Magic Wand’s real information, he also added a tag.

Tag: Do not touch without permission, or you will be treated to a French kiss from Lady Piggy. —Galen, an unremarkable Warrior.

"Pfft—HAHAHAHA!"

Fevik took one look and burst out laughing, spinning in mid-air and almost falling out of her levitation. "You’re hilarious! Most people would really think this is some kind of melee weapon. Excellent, this is exactly how it should be."

She finally managed to stop laughing and waved her hand. "Alright, you can familiarize yourself with the equipment’s details when you get back. For now, let’s get to know each other better, as teacher and student." She pointed to a low stool to the side. "You sit over there."

Just as Hesia was wondering if they were about to perform some kind of intricate and complex talent test, Fevik had already floated over to a nearby sofa and settled into a comfortable position, lying on her side.

"This feels more relaxing," she said in a lazy tone. "Let’s just do a Q&A."

’Alright, this is so Fevik.’

"Teacher, before we begin, there’s something I need to confess to you. My real name is Hesia Atmesia, not ’Galen’."

Hesia told her honestly, briefly explaining the reasons behind his alias in Rose Town.

After hearing Hesia’s words, the lazy expression on Fevik’s face vanished instantly.

"You mean, the Little Baron of Rose Town might send people to assassinate you?"

Hesia nodded.

Without a word, Fevik swiped her finger through the air. Intertwining Silver Threads began to appear in the space beside her, the clear prelude to casting the Teleportation Skill.

However, the Silver Threads flickered a few times before quietly dissipating into nothing.

"No, wait. I’m your teacher," she said, tilting her head as if in thought. "A teacher’s duty is to teach you how to solve problems, not to solve them all for you. So, I’ll leave this for you to investigate and resolve on your own. It’ll be good training."

"In any case, petty nobles from a backwater place like the Jade Federation are as common as goblins in the Gray Mist Forest. You don’t need to take them too seriously."

Hesia nodded in understanding.

Judging from Fevik’s dismissive attitude, the Baron of Rose Town’s power really wasn’t anything to worry about.

’I really don’t need to rush things. Besides, they don’t know my true situation at the moment anyway.’

"Alright, first question. What are your hobbies?"

"Sleeping in."

"An excellent hobby." Fevik seemed to genuinely approve. "Second question, what’s your current Wisdom Attribute? What Magic have you mastered? And at what level, specifically?"

"My Wisdom is 17. The Magic I know includes..."

"So you’re saying the Earth Spike Technique and Mage’s Hand gave you 6 points of Wisdom, meaning your base Wisdom is 11, right?"

"Yes."

"By the way, how old are you?"

"I just had my eighteenth birthday not long ago."

"Good. Very young. All your Attributes still have room for natural growth. Full of potential." Fevik nodded with satisfaction. "Before we officially start discussing matters concerning Professionals, is there anything you want to know about me? Feel free to ask anything."

Hesia wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity. He immediately followed her lead and fired off a question: "Name?"

"Fevik QuickThought."

"Hobbies."

"Oh, so many!" Fevik’s eyes lit up, and she began listing her favorites as if they were precious treasures. "The creamy Little Sweeties from the Four Seas Shop, crispy on the outside with a molten center! The Rose Layer Cake from Martin’s Bakery, sweet but not cloying, with a refreshing floral scent! Oh, and their Pear Tarts are to die for, with soft, stewed pear meat sprinkled with a thin layer of cinnamon sugar, baked to perfection..."

Hesia listened silently to her food reviews, and before she could react, he quickly asked a classic question: "Age?"

"Eighty... Ptooey! Eighteen!"

"Who gave you permission to ask a lady’s age?!" She shot up from the sofa, floated with her hands on her hips, and glared at Hesia, her cheeks puffed out. "Listen here, kid! Your teacher, me, is a beautiful young lady who is forever eighteen! Got it?!"

Hesia sized her up, a little surprised.

He hadn’t expected her to be over eighty years old.

Judging by her height and build, you could believe she was eight; from the vitality in her face and eyes, she did indeed seem full of life and very young.

As for whether she was beautiful...

To be honest, as a human, he didn’t find her beautiful.

’Maybe different Races have different standards of beauty?’

’Still, she isn’t ugly. You could say... she has a unique look.’

"What’s with that look! Are you doubting that I’m eighteen?!" Fevik keenly caught the suspicion in his eyes.

"I’m not doubting your age, er... I mean, I’m not doubting you."

"Damn it! I’m just not wearing a nice outfit today!" She seemed desperate to prove something. "I have to show you the Magic recording! Back then, the boys from the Curse Magic System and the Illusion Technique department dueled at the academy gates every day just to invite me to the ball!"

As she spoke, a Crystal Ball flew out from the inner room.

Once the crystal was activated, a scene of light and shadow was projected into the air.

The image showed a lively ball, and all the participants were Half-Elves.

’Why do they all... kind of look the same?’

However, a line of Common Language in the upper-left corner of the image caught his attention.

"Aurora Calendar Year 932, Fernandez Magic Academy Half-Elf Freshmen Welcome Ball..."

’It’s currently the year 995 of the Aurora Calendar, which means...’

The image stopped abruptly.

Fevik put away the Crystal Ball, floated back to the sofa as if nothing had happened, and said coolly, "Alright, next question. What do you know about Professionals?"