After Villin spent an hour reading about love spells in the library he was glad to find out they were only effective in specific circumstances. As such, the person affected must be both in a good mood and be in a conversation with the person casting the spell. Or have them on their mind at the time.

Even so, Villin quickly went ahead and bought another spell model that would block this type of spell, he decided to use it whenever he was talking to someone unfamiliar just in case.

After dealing with this problem that could’ve been disastrous, Villin made his way back to his room, it seemed that he was the only one there at the moment, the others must’ve gone out to do something.

Seeing how he couldn’t talk to the others to discuss potential future plans together, Villin had to decide between learning some more of the spells he had bought and checking out the facilities he had yet to check out. But before he could decide, he heard someone knock on the door.

Villin looked at the door and purposefully made his mood foul. He hadn’t learned the spell he just bought yet. He then walked over and opened the door with a frown.

In front of him stood a boy with brown hair. The crest on his chest depicted a feather in the middle of a road.

“What do you want,” Villin said vigilantly.

“There’s a professor waiting for you in front of the dormitories he told me to fetch you.”

Villin looked at the boy suspiciously but said boy quickly left the area, he had done what the professor asked of him.

And so, Villin walked up the stairs until he got to the main floor. Just outside of the door to the dormitories stood a large muscular man in a golden robe. Villin immediately recognized him as Pompei.

There were a few students chatting with him but when he saw Villin he quit the conversation.

“Villin! Get over here pretty boy, I got something to give ya!”

Villin walked over with a smile, sadly he wouldn’t be taught by Pompei this grade because the professor became a class A teacher once more but he was still glad to see him.

“Good to see you, Pompei! Congratulations on your promotion!”

Pompei shrugged before reaching into his robe and taking out two things. One of the two things was a crystal holder, the number currently wasn’t being depicted. The other thing the professor handed over was a letter.

“Hey there boyo. Alright so here’s your payment for selling professor Richard back to the academy. You also get a bunch of contribution points for that but those will only be available when ya get to the fourth grade so that’s still a good three years ahead of ya. And old man Crumb told me to give ya this letter when I was about to head over here so that’s that.”

Pompei scratched his head awkwardly after giving the items, he found it awkward when he had to do things for The Academy.

“I won’t be having you in my class but you’re still my student alright. If some idiot teacher causes trouble with you give me a call!” Pompei pounded his chest after saying that.

Seeing there were still students around them looking with curiosity, Villin quickly said his goodbyes and left back to his room. There he checked the crystal holder.

Villin felt slightly complicated when he checked the amount standing on the crystal holder. Sure it was a great amount for a student, but in all honesty, he had expected more, after all, it was a professor.

But after thinking a bit more it made sense the price was relatively low. Professor Richard couldn’t help in fights nor could he easily travel the school, his value was a lot lower compared to other professors.

The crystal holder had fifty thousand magic stones. About ten times the amount he got from being attacked in the first grade. Split between four that meant each of them would get a bit more than twelve-thousand crystals.

After taking his share he still had close to eighteen-thousand crystals, despite the cost of the spells he had bought recently.

After dealing with this, he opened up the letter he had been given.

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To:

Villin Grey

Runemaster

Magus of the first circle

We would like to invite you to attend the annual runemaster conference located at the Lannister household. This event will take place on the first day of next month. It would be our honor to welcome you to our home. Every year we also organize a little competition between the talented youth of our great continent, this competition entails all skills a young magus might have. Due to your unique position as an extremely young runemaster, you may also join this competition if you wish.

Please let us know if you are attending said event or not.

Sincerely Yours.

Kalob and Sally Lannister.

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At first, Villin felt surprised by this letter, but it made sense overall.

Since he was now a runemaster, he would probably be getting quite a few letters like this inviting him to events, nonetheless, this one seemed important, a gathering of runemasters, this might be a good location to get to know some other runemasters, as for the competition, he was confident in his skills and didn’t see much of a reason not to participate.

He knew some people disliked going to social events with important people but he wasn’t one of those. He looked forward to it, he felt that he would do quite well in such a place. Villin wasn’t afraid to admit he was very calculating at times, in such an event everyone would want benefits, they would surely want to lay the foundation to befriend a talented new runemaster and Villin would try to get as much out of it as possible without leaving a bad taste in other people’s mouths.

After staring at the letter for another thirty seconds he had a wide smile on his face as he imagined the potential benefits he could get from a bunch of runemasters in a party setting. As for the tournament, the letter didn’t mention the age limit, if it was anything over seventeen Villin didn’t feel he would have much of a chance at winning but he didn’t mind. As long as he could show some of his skills he would be happy. Nonetheless, the event would already happen in twenty-nine days, he made the decision to finish joining all the classes once, give professor Crumb a response letter for the Lannister family, and work on increasing his strength for the rest of the month.

This wasn’t just learning spells but also making another puppet. Even though he wasn’t willing to share the technique he used to make it, he wasn’t afraid of showing his creation off when dealing with other runemasters, everyone had their own projects, most runemasters wouldn’t have the time to spend trying to recreate someone else’s work. If they wanted to use it, they would trade for the information.

Moreover, the strength of the puppet probably wouldn’t be much for a proper magus, not yet at least, yet he might be able to get some pointers from other runemasters at the event.

No matter what, he would gain more than he would lose, what was the point of making something if not to use it to gain standing.

The only thing currently standing in his way was the guild-situation. He wanted to spend a month working on his creations but he also had to create a guild and get members for it. Well, he didn’t have to, but he wasn’t willing to join an existing guild either.

He sighed as he thought of the problems being exceptional brought with it.