I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 99: Chapter 99 What the hell is this thing??
 

Lide, of course, wasn’t an inflexible member of the Ancestor Bloodline.

In this world, the relationship between a teacher and a student holds a special significance; in certain aspects, a teacher could be equated to a father.

Wouldn’t it be like not contacting one’s family for more than two years? How could the other party not be upset?

Because of this special relationship, this was also why Lide chose to take Isa as his disciple.

“Teacher,”

Lide said with a smile on his face as he approached Lord Spark and bowed, “I have been immersed in the wonders of magic for the past two years and forgot about time, I hope you won’t blame me.”

Seeing Lord Spark’s indignant expression, Lide didn’t give him a chance to speak and continued, “I remember you taught me when the Crimson Mage Tower was completed.

Magic is sacred and requires us to explore it with the most devout heart.

These past few years, I have devoted all my thoughts to researching magic, forsaking interactions with the nobles, forsaking all entertainment, just to explore magic devoutly.”

His tone was full of emotion, “But magic is too grand, and despite spending countless hours, I have only gained a little.

Teacher, perhaps you are right, I should work harder.”

Hearing this, the anger in Lord Spark’s heart dissipated instantly, seeing his younger self in Lide.

Back then, he was just as stubborn about magic, and it was his stubbornness that made him a Great Mage.

Facing such a hard-working student, there seemed to be nothing to criticize.

It wasn’t really appropriate to teach him not to work so hard and to interact more with the outside world.

Lord Spark’s rigid expression softened a bit.

“Um, not bad, that’s a valid reason, but researching magic should not always be done alone.

You have your teacher, you have your companions, and researching within the Mage Tower is not the only way.”

Unaware that he was being manipulated, Lord Spark’s eyes held some emotion, reminiscing about his own youthful days.

Lide couldn’t help but smile internally; when it came to manipulating, he was never afraid.

He casually took out two bottles of Elf Wine beautifully packaged in a gift box and handed them over.

“Teacher, this is fine wine treasured by the merchant guild below, maybe we can share a drink tonight.

I have many questions about magic that I would like to consult you, the greatest mage of Green City, celebrated by the common folk.

With your guidance, perhaps all the questions I’ve had over the years could be answered…”

Hearing Lide’s unabashed flattery, Lord Spark laughed heartily, his eyes showing a touch of satisfaction; this hard-working student was also quite good.

“You rascal, don’t think two bottles of Elf Wine can make up for your mistakes, come on, let’s go upstairs.”

White Tower, twelfth floor, two fifty-seven blade-high tower top.

Lide stood in front of the transparent glass window, his eyes filled with astonishment.

It was his first time looking down at the largest city in the southern Nolan Empire from such a height.

Standing in the Crimson Mage Tower, which was more than twenty blades high, was a completely different feeling from being in the fifty plus blade-high White Tower.

The Crimson Mage Tower could only overlook the entire southern district, while the White Tower could look down over half of Green City.

The endless buildings stretched to the horizon.

At this moment, the sky was just at dusk, and the setting sun’s afterglow draped over Green City, making the rooftops look as though they were covered in Gold Puck.

In the distance, the large clock at Cross Street ticked steadily, its metal frame reflecting the sunlight, making it somewhat dazzling.

The pointed roofs of the houses on the street were like sharp daggers piercing the sky.

The streets looked like rusty chains, twisting and winding around the skin of the city, marking it with traces of time.

Further away, a nameless church’s half-round stained-glass windows displayed various divinities.

A strong medieval essence surged forth.

“White Tower wasn’t even as tall as your Crimson Mage Tower when it was first built, but over the decades, White Tower has become the highest Mage Tower in Green City, unmatched!”

Seeing Lide’s astonished expression, Lord Spark proudly lifted his head; if it weren’t for his unkempt appearance spoiling his demeanor, he would have looked quite imposing.

Lide shook his head and turned his gaze away.

He sat down at a round table made of White Leaf Maple Wood inside.

As for this all-white Mage Tower, aside from its height, he couldn’t bring himself to appreciate it.

“I believe under my tutelage, your Crimson Mage Tower will become a fifty blades Mage Tower in thirty, no, twenty years!”

Lord Spark sat opposite Lide with a touch of arrogance, his tone full of confidence.

“Of course, by that time, the White Tower might become an Extraordinary Tower of a hundred blades, looking down on this city in the most majestic way.”

Lide, smelling the alcohol on Spark’s breath, chuckled, “Should I address you as ‘Lord Spark’ now?”

Above Extraordinary, one could be addressed as ‘Lord.’

This title wasn’t the honor granted to Lide as the Ancestor of the Bloodline, but a title earned through powerful strength that commanded respect from the world.

Spark’s expression stiffened, and immediately, his arrogance vanished. Although he was confident about becoming Transcendent, it wasn’t the case yet.

In over a hundred years, Green City had only one Transcendent, and aside from that person who could be addressed as ‘Lord,’ even the City Lord of Green City didn’t qualify.

“Hmph, let me see what the young one from the Kachar family has figured out these past few years, show me your magic!”

Somewhat embarrassed, Spark decided to discipline his own disciple!

Lide quietly developed a liking for this old man who wore his emotions on his sleeve, finding it much easier to deal with someone whose emotions were so transparent than with someone like Winnie who epitomized the standard Nobles.

“Hahaha, are you ready, teacher? Let’s start with the Mage’s Hand,”

Seeing Lide fearless, Spark sneered, “You insolent boy, if I don’t teach you a lesson today, even the Lady Goddess won’t forgive me.”

A snap of the fingers, “Pop~”

A huge white palm appeared in the room, measuring three blades in length.

Lide chuckled, “Pop~”

A pale-blue hand appeared, but it was significantly smaller than its counterpart.

The Mage’s Hand is the simplest spell, which even the clumsiest Mage could perform. To assess a Mage’s ability, the simplest way is to evaluate their control over magic.

Because of its simplicity, the Mage’s Hand also made it easier to discover the opponent’s control over spiritual power and magic.

It was always the preferred method for Mages to test their apprentices.

When the two Mage’s Hands collided, a wave of air surged through the room.

But to Spark’s surprise, his Mage’s Hand was crushed upon impact.

The immense force almost destroyed his Mage’s Hand. If not controlled by strong spiritual power at that moment, his Magic Model would have really been embarrassed.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed his eyes, another snap of the fingers, “Pop~”

A second Mage’s Hand appeared.

The mark of a Great Mage.

Dual Casting.

This was why level 15 Mages were revered as Great Mages, while level 14 Mages remained merely Advanced Mages.

Level 15 Mages could master one of the most powerful casting skills, Dual Casting.

Not only does it drastically reduce the casting time, but it also allows the simultaneous casting of two spells.

Lide watched, amused as the old man really didn’t care about pulling rank, shamelessly overplaying his hand.

Yet, Lide was not perturbed in the slightest. The improved version of Mage’s Hand had undergone qualitative changes that quantity could not compensate for.

As Spark watched, dumbstruck, Lide’s Mage’s Hand transformed into a long sword.

Snap, crackle~’

His Mage’s Hand was chopped off just like that.

And that wasn’t all; the Mage’s Hand kept changing every second:

A shield~

A Wolf Fang Club~

A hammer~

Eventually, it even replicated an image that greatly resembled him.

If it weren’t for Spark priding himself on being from a distinguished Noble family with considerable composure, he would probably have exploded with vulgarities by now.

What the hell is this thing? Since when could Mage’s Hand transform?