Fire Mage



Chapter 658: Sage Hero

At the end of the street, they stood before a tall square building that was a masterpiece of artistic craftsmanship. Unlike the other stone buildings in the city, this one was crafted from pure crystalline rocks, each facet reflecting the glimmering sunlight like a constellation of stars.

The building stood like a circular tower, soaring majestically into the sky, its height reaching a staggering 300 meters. Its magnificent presence touched the heavens as if aspiring to reach the clouds. A sense of awe washed over Charles as he gazed up at the towering structure, captivated by its grandeur and allure.

Circular staircases, like spiraling verses of an intricate poem, gracefully adorned the exterior of the building, leading to each floor with an aura of charisma. Each step held the promise of ascending to new heights of knowledge and artistic brilliance.

It was a sight unlike any other, an architectural marvel that seemed to embody the essence of poetry itself. Master Griven beamed with pride as he observed Charles's awe-struck expression, knowing that this sacred abode of poetic wisdom would leave an indelible mark on his young protege's poetic journey.

"Welcome, dear Vesryn, to the House of Melodic Words," Master Griven said, his voice carrying the reverence befitting this extraordinary place. "Within these crystalline walls, the symphonies of verse intertwine with the dance of ethereal musings. Prepare yourself, for here, thy poetic soul shall ascend to heights unimagined."

The House of Melodic Words stood as a sanctuary of verse, a sacred dwelling where symphonies of poetry intertwined with ethereal musings.

As they approached the entrance of the House, Charles felt an inexplicable energy in the air, akin to the harmony of celestial notes converging.

'Divine power... I sense a strange divine power from the center of this building. It's so pure and sacred.'

He couldn't help but be in awe of the aura that surrounded this esteemed abode, where the very essence of poetry seemed to reside.

Crossing the threshold, he found himself amidst a stunning sight. Intricately carved verses adorned the walls, each line a masterpiece of poetic expression. Books and scrolls were neatly arranged on shelves, showcasing the wisdom of countless poets who had sought solace within these hallowed halls.

Under the guidance of Master Griven, he made his way into the Elder Hall, the center of the main building, where the Sage Hero Elre Sylcyne was residing.

After arriving in front of a tall wooden door, Master Griven knocked on it twice and spoke.

"O wise Teacher Elre, a humble disciple stands before your presence, beseeching an audience with thee."

A strange silence appeared briefly, followed by a pleasant male voice.

"Griven, how often do I tell you to talk normally?" The man behind the door spoke in a general non-poetic voice and added with a chuckle.

"The door is open; get in. I wonder whom you brought this time."

'Thank goodness. Finally, I can talk normally.' Charles also breathed a sigh of relief as Griven pushed open the door and walked in.

Charles also walked behind him and looked at the grand Elder hall curiously.

The decorations inside the hall were lovely, with beautiful tapestries showing scenes from old poems and stories. Soft candlelight made the room feel cozy and warm.

At the center of the hall, sitting on a finely carved wooden chair, was the respected Sage Hero Elre Sylcyne. He looked distinguished, with his silver hair flowing down like moonlight. His eyes held a deep knowledge, like ancient wells that had quenched the thirst of many seekers.

He donned a robe of exquisite craftsmanship woven from the finest silken threads that glimmered like moonlit strands at that moment. In his hand, he wielded a staff wrought from pure silver, its surface etched with intricate patterns that seemed to dance and shimmer with a life of their own. Adorning his head was a crown fashioned from the same precious metal, an emblem of his noble status and wisdom.

Though his countenance exuded a youthful aura, as if untouched by the passage of time, his form revealed a frailty that belied his apparent age. His once-vigorous frame appeared meager and skeletal, hinting at a hidden ailment he bore with silent strength.

When Master Griven and Charles entered the room, Sage Hero Elre greeted them with a warm smile. He seemed both humble and authoritative, which made him truly great.

'A Rank-6 Mystic with immense divine power residing in his body... But I can't find which class he belongs to.' While muttering, Charles locked his gaze on Sage Hero Elre and stealthily cast the [Curse of the Overlord] spell. What startled him was that the other party didn't even sense an anomaly.

"Welcome, dear guests," Elre said, interrupting his thinking. "I sense a strange connection with you, young man. Tell me, what brings you to this special hall of poetry?"

'So, he perceived the spell but considered it some wisdom connection?'

Charles stepped forward, feeling excited. He carefully spoke to the Sage Hero.

"Esteemed Sage Hero Elre Sylcyne, I am Vesryn Miramaris, a humble poet who once learned from the famous Tasar Pabella. Today, I am here to seek your guidance and wisdom. Your reputation as a wise and poetic soul is known far and wide, and I humbly ask for your insight."

Sage Hero Elre's eyes twinkled with amusement at Charles's eloquence. He motioned for Charles to come closer and sit opposite him.

"You speak well, young Vesryn Miramaris," he said warmly. "I sense that you have great potential in the realm of poetry. Tell me, what passions drive your soul? What do you see and feel that inspires your poetry?"

Feeling grateful for the sage's interest, Charles replied, "In the depths of my soul, I long to write verses that paint the beauty of life in all its colors. Gentle and intense emotions guide my pen as I write on parchment. I see unseen worlds and hear melodies that demand to be captured in words."

Sage Hero Elre nodded appreciatively, acknowledging Charles's passion.

"Your enthusiasm, young poet, is the source of poetic brilliance," he said. "Exploring emotions and embracing the unseen opens doors to boundless creativity. As a Sage Hero, I will guide you in your poetic journey and share wisdom gained through many years of experience."

"Teacher?" Master Griven's eyes widened as he heard those words.

'Teacher accepted him as his student in few seconds? I knew there was something special about him, but I didn't expect the Teacher to accept him right away. He must be a prodigy who will achieve great things in the future!' His heart stirred.

Meanwhile, Charles bowed his head, eyes full of determination and passion.

And so, time passed like verses of a grand song. Charles eagerly absorbed the poetic knowledge from Sage Hero Elre Sylcyne's words. The sage shared stories of his poetic adventures, the challenges and successes that marked his path, and the profound insights he had gained throughout his life.

Listening intently, Charles realized that he had found a good pawn and a kindred soul to listen to his every word. By the time the sky darkened, he had completely enslaved both the Teacher and Student duo.

"Teacher, can I able to meet all the other Sage Heroes? I dream of getting the title of Imperial Songsmiths from our Divine King Phoebe."

"Imperial Songsmith title? You have a big vision, Vesryn." Elre let out a chuckle and soon turned his gaze towards Griven.

"Bring our new prodigy to the Sonneteers meeting at the Royal Palace tomorrow. Although getting the title of Imperial Songsmith is even a dream for me, I'll at least introduce him to my fellow Sages and let them know of his incredible talent."

"Indeed, venerable Teacher, my heart brims with eager anticipation to witness the graceful dance of his poetic prowess, surpassing each prodigious soul in turn and ascending to the summit of wordsmiths." A smile of pride adorned Master Griven's face, radiating his joy and admiration for the young poet's potential.

After talking, Charles and Griven bid farewell to Sage Hero Elre and left the Elder Hall.

As the whole city was shrouded in darkness, Charles returned to the lone house and quietly lay on the stone slab.

'Three days have passed, but I still didn't find out the true origin of these Corpse Devourers. I only have a few days until one month period ends.' He pondered deeply and thought of enslaving all the Sage Heroes.

'Thanks to their pure, honest racial trait, even the slight suspicion becomes a plus point for me. As long as I utilize this chance, I can enslave all the Sage Heroes and convince them to let me meet the Corpse Devourer of King Phoebe.' But he knew it was challenging to fool the Demi-God-level powerhouse.

'Even though he isn't the real one, I suspect he might also have memories of the real Dream God Phoebe. Only by fooling him can I get the Bracelet.' But what worried him most wasn't the Dream God Phoebe or the Four Guardians but the Bracelet itself!

'If that Bracelet is capable of recreating the whole ancient city with people to protect itself, it won't be willing to come under me without a fight. But even Dream God Phoebe said that he only felt the eerie gaze from all those three beads but not any type of retaliation.' At that moment, a strange thought occurred in Charles's mind.

'What if the omnipresent-like being within these three beads is sealed inside?' Even the mere thought sent made his face stiffen up.

'I should worry about it after getting the artifact first.' He shook his head, took out the Crystal DImension stone, and focused on improving his [Chaos Eye] spell comprehension in his free time.