Søren was a fast learner.
Perhaps it was because level 0 spells were much easier to learn. In just one night, he had already learned eight level 0 spells: Lightning Intimidate, Magic Trick, Magician's Hand, Repair, Read, Flash, and so on. The further he progressed, the faster his learning speed became. Eventually, he only needed half an hour to complete the construction of a Spell Model for a basic Level-0 spell.
However, Søren spent about 300 Slaughter EXP to permanently memorize these level 0 spells.
When he was about to memorize the ninth level 0 spell, the familiar feeling of dizziness returned. Søren knew that it was because he had exhausted too much of his Spirit, and his brain couldn't take it anymore. He put down the spellbook and went to sleep. Before he went to sleep, he tried to meditate again. This time, he successfully entered a state of meditation, but it was not a deep meditation that allowed him to sense the magic net. It was just a light meditation that allowed him to sense the elements around him. By the time he woke up from his deep sleep, it was already the morning of the next day.
"I can't believe I can fall asleep while meditating."
Søren got up and rubbed his head. He then stood up and packed his things. Meditation was a state similar to sleep. High-grade wizards could use it to replace sleep. In the end, Søren's mind was empty, and he felt like he had fallen asleep. However, at the same time, he was also able to sense the outside world. It was a very interesting feeling.
He went downstairs to grab something to eat, then headed back to the caravan's base.
Whiterun was heavily guarded, but there were not many problems moving around during the day. At the very least, he would not be questioned by the guards. If he moved around at night, the guards would interrogate anyone who looked suspicious. Recently, the guards had put a lot of people in the prison, and it was impossible for them to get out without paying a certain amount of money. Søren heard people complaining yesterday that the guards were planning to use this method to raise money.
The Northland caravan was still in the city. No one could leave, and they would be stuck there for at least a month or two.
If Whiterun didn't do anything, they might have to spend the winter in the south.
Even the mistress of the caravan, a high-grade Northern Witch, might not be a match for the two-headed ogre. She would have no problem passing through the ogre alone, but it would be impossible for her to lead such a large group of people.
The leader of the guards was training the others.
When he saw Søren, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise. As a Tier 3 Northern Barbarian, the guard captain's Job Level was roughly Level 10. Although Northern Barbarians could go berserk, they were still considered an advanced class for Warriors. Berserk wouldn't affect one's mind, but there was no way for them to gain as much power as Barbarians. He took a deep look at Søren and seemed to have sensed the increase in his strength. He slowly said, "Master said that you can come and go as you please."
Søren nodded slightly and glanced at the others who were training.
He had trained for a period of time before, but the amount of Class EXP he gained from training was too little. Each training session didn't even give him ten or so points, and the most he could gain in a day was a little over a hundred points. Therefore, there were almost no people who trained to improve their strength. Most of the professionals chose to improve through killing. However, for the natives, training was the main way to improve their strength.
Class EXP wasn't as useful as Killing EXP.
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Søren pushed the door open and walked in. There was a maid cleaning the hall. She glanced at him and brought him to the living room on the side.
Obviously, the mistress of the caravan had already told her to come.
The waitress brought him a cup of milk tea. This kind of drink was very popular among nobles, but it was made using tea bricks with milk and powdered sugar inside. Soran was not very used to this kind of thing.
After all, this was a witch's house. He just sat on the sofa and waited quietly.
Creak!
The door to the living room slowly opened. However, it wasn't the mistress of the caravan who walked in. Instead, it was a woman with long hair that reached her waist. She wore a long dress and a diamond necklace around her neck. There were three rings on her fingers: an agate ring, an emerald ring, and a strange ring with runes engraved on it. There was a pink scarf tied in front of her chest. He could vaguely see the curves of her curves. There was also an unusual accessory on the scarf.
The woman looked very young, but Søren knew that she wasn't as young as she looked. Not to mention other features, just the aura of a mature noblewoman was not something a young woman could possess. She wore an exquisite dress with lace, and there were strange patterns on her red high heels. Her black stockings were embroidered with rose patterns, but the patterns made Søren cautious.
Stockings were an invention of the witches. They were one of the achievements of alchemy, and they were very expensive. Normal stockings could cost ten Kindler coins.
The woman in front of him was wearing spider silk. If Søren wasn't mistaken, the material came from the Underdark.
"Haha."
The woman chuckled and walked over with her cat-like steps. She looked at Søren with great interest. Her lips curled into a playful smile. "You're Vivian's brother?"
"That little guy named Søren? Just as I thought, you're a handsome young man! "
Her eyes were full of seduction, and her expression seemed to be teasing him. She raised her finger and beckoned him over. "Come here, little guy. Let me take a good look at you. I'll help you check your body. "
"Haha!"
Amidst her flirtatious laughter, she approached bit by bit. Her sparkling and translucent eyes seemed to emit a faint light, and the corner of her mouth hung a sweet smile, making people want to rush over and kiss her. Her slender waist swayed, and her plump buttocks swayed slightly. That curve seemed to tug at people's heartstrings, and just a glance was enough to make people feel thirsty.
Sauron was the same. There was a trace of greed and desire in his eyes, and he looked slightly confused. He stood up and approached the coquettish woman in front of him, but his hand moved slightly and was just above the hilt of his sword.
"That's more like it!"
The woman didn't notice Søren's finger moving slightly. The light in her eyes became brighter and brighter, and there was an unconcerned smile on her face. She playfully said, "Come here. Handsome little guy, I have something to ask you. "
One step, two steps, three steps.
The distance between them was getting closer and closer. Søren's eyes suddenly became clear. He pulled out his scimitar and slashed at the woman's head.
Clang!
When the scimitar was less than a foot away from the woman, it was blocked by an invisible force field. Søren withdrew his scimitar and instantly broke through the force field. At the same time, he held his scimitar horizontally at the woman's neck.
"Tsk tsk."
The woman was a little surprised, but she didn't think much of it. She flicked her finger, and a faint light appeared. An invisible force field suddenly spread out, and a force of impact acted on Søren's body, sending him flying.
Bang!
Søren crashed into the sofa, and with a twist of his body, he stabbed his scimitar into the floor. There was an ear-piercing sound of friction, and sparks flew everywhere. He only stopped after being pushed back three meters.
"Who are you?" Søren held his scimitar horizontally in front of his chest, and his eyes were full of vigilance.
The woman had just met him, and she had already used a charm spell on him. This wasn't a friendly sign. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't break the force field, his scimitar would have already been on her neck. She was not a weak witch. The spells she had just used were 'Charm Person' and 'Elastic Energy Ring'.
The woman looked at him curiously, then curled her lips and said, "You're quite strong-willed. I'm just not sure if you can withstand Berserk Charm! "
The light of a spell appeared.
The woman continued to cast spells with great interest, while Søren took a deep breath. His eyes flashed fiercely, and he instantly rushed out like a cheetah. A dim light appeared on the scimitar in his hand.
"Stop!"
The mistress of the trade caravan shouted angrily. She suddenly appeared out of thin air and pointed a finger at the beautiful woman in front of her.
"Dimension Step!"
"Counterspell!"
The beautiful woman's face paled. Her spell was interrupted in an instant. Her flushed face turned red and her eyes became watery. Her appearance was indescribably strange. She looked like a resentful woman who was about to explode with lust.
"Hold Human Body Spell!"
Soran cast another spell, and the ring on the mistress' hand glowed brightly. Soran's body stiffened as he levitated in the air, and the inertia from his jump caused him to slam into the beautiful woman in front of him. At the same time, his scimitar hit a protective force field and fell to the ground.
"Enough!"
The mistress of the caravan was so angry that her chest heaved up and down. She shouted, "Mother! You really need to restrain your actions! This is my territory, and I'm sure you still remember how to show respect to a high-grade witch! "
"Good girl." The woman's voice was so sweet that it sounded like she was about to drip water. The blush on her face faded a little, and she said like a little girl who had been wronged, "I was just saying hello to him …"
The mistress of the caravan's face turned pale, and she shouted, "Do you need to use a charm spell to say hello?"
"Mother."
"Your behavior is getting more and more out of line with your position. I think you should really reflect on it!"
"Otherwise, the council will definitely imprison you."
"Labyrinth!"
The woman's expression changed drastically, and she said in shock, "Good girl! Are you serious?! "
"Ah! … "
Echo was still in the same place, but the woman was nowhere to be seen. She had been teleported into a different dimension of the labyrinth.
The mistress of the caravan took a deep breath and calmed herself down. She then looked at Søren and waved her hand to dispel the spell. "I'm sorry."
"Vivian is in the lab at the back. Come with me."
Without giving Søren a chance to ask questions or explain herself, the mistress of the caravan waved her hand, and the broken things in the room floated into the air. She then snapped her fingers, and everything began to repair itself. Soon, the messy living room was restored to its original tidy state.
"Mage Hand."
"Repair."
Søren was silent for a moment, then he picked up his scimitar and followed the mistress of the caravan. His face was expressionless. The mistress of the caravan was much more powerful than he had expected. If she could cast two Level-0 spells with such ease, she must have mastered at least five metamagic abilities. It was only a matter of time before she became a Legendary Witch.
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