Chapter 112 The Sixth Skill Draw
Finney Hellseg's arrival instantly woke Mordo. As a mage, even in a holy land, he maintained his vigilance.
"Who?"
Mordo leaped off the bed, instantly unfurling the Ring of Ghagador. When he saw the figure before him, he asked in surprise, "Finney!?"
"Ahem, it's me!"
Seeing Mordo's expression, it was Finney's turn to feel awkward, as he didn't know how to explain the situation. With a friendly smile, he said, "Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to secretly put a fried chicken roll on your bedside table?"
Mordo, unless he was still half-asleep, certainly wouldn't believe such nonsense. His face darkened as he asked, "What are you doing in my room so late?"
"Why don't you guess?"
Finney tried to bluff his way out.
Mordo frowned, and after confirming it was indeed Finney, he removed the Ring of Ghagador from his hand and approached, asking, "What's wrong?"
"Sorry, my bad, sorry to bother you, see you later!"
With that, Finney immediately turned and activated his Flight Technique at full speed, making a quick getaway, leaving a stunned Mordo standing there.
After escaping Mordo's room, Finney felt somewhat aimless. It was still late at night in Kamar-Taj, and dawn was still some time away.
Left with no other choice, Finney went to the Himalayas to practice his abilities alone. Mordo's experience gain was slightly less, so he had to compensate by practicing his skills more.
Under the cover of night, from 'Golden Grand Evolution Technique' to 'Explosion Magic,' Finney diligently practiced each skill, and time flew by.
After watching a beautiful sunrise in the Himalayas, Finney returned to Kamar-Taj.
"Good morning!"
Finney greeted Mordo casually.
It seemed that as long as he acted convincingly enough, he could completely pretend that nothing had happened.
Unfortunately, Mordo, who was supposed to cooperate, ignored this and asked with a hint of anger, "Finney, what were you trying to do earlier? This will make you seem like an enemy."
"An accident, an accident, really just an accident."
Knowing he'd made a mistake, Finney approached Mordo apologetically, immediately summoning a 'Violet Chicken Nuggets' and handing it to him, saying, "I definitely won't do this again next time."
For Mordo and Wang, nothing a chicken nugget roll couldn't solve; if it couldn't, then two would do!
Seeing Mordo's complexion improve somewhat after taking the chicken nugget roll, Finney breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't been so eager to draw his sixth skill, he wouldn't have been so reckless as to rush straight to Mordo's room.
After Mordo finished breakfast, Finney immediately challenged him to a duel, saying, "Come on, let's exercise after we eat."
Mordo's expression changed again, wondering if he had accidentally offended Finney again. Who goes into battle right after eating? Wasn't he worried about a prolapsed stomach? Even though mages have magic power, they couldn't ruin their bodies like this.
"Finney, is there something I did that displeased you? Just tell me,"
Mordo asked, frowning. The midnight scare and the strenuous exercise right after breakfast made him deeply suspicious of Finney's motives.
"Huh!?"
Finney looked confused, puzzled by Mordo's wary expression.
"No, I just feel like my strength is about to break through, and I wanted to find someone to fight. I got a little excited." Finney explained the experience-gaining process in a way Mordo could understand.
Mordo looked at Finney suspiciously. Ever since arriving in Kamar-Taj, the title of "battle maniac" had never left Finney; to this day, Finney maintained a daily challenge routine.
So, while Mordo might not believe others saying this, Finney's words carried a certain degree of credibility.
"Really, it's not that I did anything to upset you, and you're here to get revenge?"
Mordo asked again, seeking confirmation.
"..."
Finney suddenly wondered if he'd been too harsh on Mordo. How could he have such thoughts? He sighed, patted Mordo's shoulder, and said, "Senior Brother Mordo, I never thought you considered me such a petty person."
"Even if you really did something to upset me, would I specifically seek revenge?"
Although Mordo wanted to reply with "Of course I would," his survival instinct regarding the fried chicken wrap prevented him from saying it. He tilted his head slightly and said, "I'll digest a bit first, and come back in thirty minutes!"
To salvage his position in Mordo's eyes, Finney didn't urge him, quietly watching him from the side. Ultimately, Mordo only endured ten minutes before preparing for battle.
"Really not going to rest a bit more?"
Finney asked with a smile, his seemingly harmless handsome face appearing particularly hateful to Mordo.
"Sigh, that's about enough, come on."
Mordo was determined to show Finney his true strength this time, to teach him a lesson.
Unfortunately, although he was ambitious and wanted to teach Finney a lesson, Finney was no longer the rookie he was when he first arrived in Kamar-Taj.
'Possessed' evolved 'physical resistance' after fighting the Hulk for only a short time, and after so many years in Kamar-Taj, it was only a matter of time before it developed 'arcane resistance'.
Although it hadn't specifically evolved any 'attributes' yet, 'Possessed's' magical defense had been quietly increasing all along, which meant that even with Mordo's full power and enhanced spells, he still couldn't break through Finney's defenses.
"Finney, you're a mage, if you're so capable, take off your armor and fight me!" Mordo was probably furious this time; he hadn't expected Finney to have become so powerful without him realizing it.
"No, this armor is my magic. I'll fight you with my magic, how can I not be a mage?"
Finney replied calmly.
Mordo was speechless. To this day, Finney's possession, explosive magic, and levitation were all shrouded in mystery; even the Chicken Nugget team couldn't understand them.
At first, they could guess the armor was a gift from the Ancient One, but as Finney displayed more and more special abilities, they realized it seemed to be Finney's unique power.
After the battle, Finney first watched with delight as the last bit of experience replenished the system, then turned to look at the deeply disheartened Mordo, comforting him, "Actually, you could also have a suit of armor made and try it on. I wouldn't mind."
Hearing Finney's words, Mordo found himself slightly tempted, but he immediately suppressed the thought, righteously refusing, "No, I won't be like you! You're a heretic!"
"Tch!"
Finney curled his lip. Although he had previously thought wearing armor didn't quite fit a mage's image, as the possession grew stronger, he could only admit it was surprisingly appealing.
Because the system's experience bar was full, Mordo's role was over, and Finney was eager to return for her draw, he said goodbye and left Kamar-Taj.
Mordo watched Finney's departing figure, and for some reason, that sentence from earlier came to mind again.
Could wearing armor really make one stronger!?
Finney, unaware of Mordo's thoughts, returned home, recovered, and then, as usual, took a bath to calm his mind. Afterwards, with the boost from the 'Golden Grand Evolution Technique,' he began his sixth draw.
Loving the book so far! Check out 30+ advanced chapters on Patreon
[email protected]/Horizons685
(End of Chapter)