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Ackerman, holding the Book of Klein, had just stepped off the carriage when he bumped into Sean, who had just finished meditating. The collision caused the magic book to fall to the ground.

Sean stared intently. Because of the obvious letter 'K' on the cover, he immediately recognized it as Klein's book.

"This book, is it the injured person's inside? Ackerman, what are you doing?"

Ackerman was somewhat annoyed. He didn't answer Sean, but instead snatched the magic book from the ground and turned to leave.

As Sean tried to stop him, Ackerman pushed him away.

"Sean, why are you so annoying? It's not even clear if this guy will live or not. What's wrong with me taking a look at his book?"

While Ackerman was yelling at Sean, he didn't notice that the Book of Klein in his hand had automatically opened.

"Ackerman, behind you!"

The soul of Thelesis appeared behind Ackerman. Sean pointed behind Ackerman, trying to warn his classmate, but Ackerman didn't believe him at all.

"Still pretending? Who could be here in the middle of the night?"

The instant Ackerman turned around, Thelesis's palm pressed onto his face. As Thelesis whispered an incantation, Ackerman's soul flowed into Thelesis's hand through his seven orifices.

At this moment, the magic book in his hand was rapidly flipping pages. Ackerman felt his soul being drawn out. He wanted to scream, but he found that he couldn't make a sound.

Sean, standing to the side, was just an ordinary and young novice mage, not even reaching the first rank. He wanted to step forward, but he found himself seemingly fixed in place by some force.

Unable to move, he could only watch helplessly as Ackerman's soul was drawn out by Thelesis.

Only when Ackerman's soul had completely dissipated and he fell lifelessly to the ground did the extraction end.

The opened Book of Klein closed again. Thelesis turned his head to look at Sean, gave the young mage a smile, and then re-entered the Book of Klein.

Sean was somewhat frightened. Although he had never seen a high-level artifact spirit, he had once read in a magic codex that the thing that high-level artifact spirit creatures hated the most was being offended.

Ackerman offended the book and died, and he seemed to have offended the other party just now, but he didn't die, which was already considered lucky.

Under Sean's astonished gaze, the magic book floated up again, its pages turning as if it were busy eating, slowly flying towards Klein's direction.

Only after the Book of Klein flew back into the carriage did Sean dare to speak again.

"A magic book that can fly on its own! The injured person inside is probably an extraordinary mage."

He looked at Ackerman's corpse on the ground, unsure of what to do. Filled with trepidation and doubt, he boarded the carriage where Klein was resting.

As soon as Sean pulled open the carriage curtain, he saw a scene that made him somewhat speechless.

Klein was leaning against the carriage, reading the magic book that had just killed Ackerman, while his teacher, Dilanka, was kneeling in front of Klein, trembling.

Sean's gaze moved between the two for a moment, then returned to the magic book. This somewhat terrifying magic book was incredibly docile in Klein's hands, no different from an ordinary magic book.

Dilanka kept her head lowered, not daring to speak. Klein's one bone could suppress her, leaving her no room to resist. Resistance would lead to death, so she was very obedient.

Klein found it somewhat amusing that the other party was so afraid of him. He hadn't expected a Horzwog teacher to be so timid.

"No need to be so nervous, Madam. You too, little brother Sean, please sit down.

My name is Klein, and I'm not a bad person. Coming here was purely an accident. As long as you don't do anything foolish, I won't do anything to you."

Dilanka nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, Lord!"

The experts encountered in the wild were not comparable to those in the academy or city. The experts in the academy were colleagues. Even if there was a gap in strength, they still had the face of a colleague.

The strong in the city would also be restrained by laws and the empire.

But the wild was different. The experts encountered in the wild represented a real difference. One must always remember that the strong must not be offended. Dilanka had always believed in this, which was why she was so respectful to Klein.

Dilanka's cowardice pleased Klein. He closed his eyes and began to sense the location of his bottled creature.

"Scythe Fiend, come here!"

After releasing the information to summon the Scythe Fiend, Klein said to Dilanka.

"I'm injured now and don't want to cause unnecessary trouble. The cause of death of your deceased student, you should arrange it properly.

As for the others, if they ask about my identity or my injuries, just say that I am a student of the Royal Academy."

"Yes, Lord Klein."

The next morning, just after waking up, someone discovered Ackerman's body. However, under Dilanka's arrangement, Ackerman's cause of death was quickly identified as an attack by poisonous creatures, resulting in poisoning and suffocation.

No one questioned the entire process, and no waves were made, because Dilanka was originally responsible for medical treatment among this group of people.

Since the people of Horzwog acknowledged that it was poisoning and suffocation, others were even less likely to seek the truth.

Because unless there was a truly strong guard, otherwise, this kind of cross-city collective action would always result in the death of some people, as it always did.

After handling Ackerman's body, the caravan soon began to move again, and Klein was able to leisurely lean back in the carriage and read.

Sean sat next to Klein. The events of last night had greatly impacted him, and he was very interested in Klein.

"Mr. Klein, are you also a mage?"

Looking at the young mage who had taken the initiative to remind everyone yesterday, Klein revealed a rather kind smile.

"What's wrong? Why can't I be a mage?"

"Um, that's not what I meant. I was just looking at Mr. Klein's physique, which is very similar to a warrior's, that's why I asked."

Klein asked somewhat puzzled.

"There's nothing wrong with being strong, right? When Horzwog teaches students, don't they teach close combat abilities? Swordsmanship, knife skills, or footwork, movement steps, and the like."

And Klein's confusion made Sean even more confused.

"Why should mages learn close combat abilities? Aren't mages supposed to cast spells?"

Klein was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, mages cast spells, but magic power isn't endless, and during battle, you can never guarantee that warriors and assassins won't suddenly appear beside you!"

"Um, mages shouldn't act alone. As long as a large number of mages stand together and form a mage corps, the threat of assassins and warriors will be greatly reduced."

Klein nodded. He already understood some of Horzwog's teaching philosophies. Unlike the Royal Academy, Horzwog emphasized teamwork.

The Royal Academy's philosophy was to cultivate excellent individual independent combat units.

Although the Royal Academy didn't force mages to learn close combat abilities, all departments of mages would offer the possibility of close combat instruction.

These courses would teach mages some close combat skills and ways to deal with close combat professions.

Because the magic power of mages has generally declined after the Cataclysm, it is very necessary for low-level mages to learn close combat abilities, which can greatly improve combat effectiveness, and even Klein is no exception.

From this aspect, it can be seen that the Royal Academy and Horzwog are different. Horzwog's conscription seems to have a completely different frequency from the Royal Academy's.

The people cultivated by Horzwog are more like students, while the people cultivated by the Royal Academy are more like soldiers.

However, Klein still affirmed Horzwog's philosophy first, after all, it was one of the three major academies, but he also expressed his own thoughts.

"Mage teamwork can indeed effectively reduce close combat threats, but if a person wants to become stronger, complete individual abilities are very important.

All powerhouses above the fifth rank are powerful individuals. If you want to become stronger quickly, you can't rely too much on team strength. You must have the ability to face enemies alone.

So I think that when magic power is insufficient, practicing close combat abilities can effectively improve a mage's combat effectiveness when fighting alone.

Of course, this is just my personal opinion, just listen to it."

Sean was somewhat confused.

"If you want to become stronger quickly, you have to experience individual training, is that really the case?"

"According to my experience, yes."

"I understand, Mr. Klein."

Watching Sean get off the carriage, Klein smiled. He wasn't familiar with Horzwog, but that didn't stop him from leaving a line here.

Although he didn't know if he would have any intersection with Horzwog in the future, it was still necessary to leave a usable person behind, and it wouldn't cost anything.

… …

That night, when most people were already sound asleep, Klein somewhat reluctantly stepped off the carriage.

At this time, the Scythe Fiend had already arrived here. It lay prostrate at Klein's feet, obediently touching Klein's fingers with its two tentacles to express intimacy.

Klein touched the Scythe Fiend's head and attached two letters and a space ring to its body.

"Deliver these things to Eric and Becky. They should still be waiting for me in the outskirts of the Imperial City."

The Scythe Fiend reluctantly rubbed its head against Klein's chest, but it didn't dare to disobey Klein's order. After only a slight touch, it turned and flew towards the direction of the Imperial City.

Klein watched the Scythe Fiend fly away, revealing a hint of a smile.

"Bottled creatures are really obedient!"

Klein suddenly grabbed a handful of bottles from his space ring, a full ten of them. These bottled creatures were accumulated little by little by Klein over the past few months.

Except for the Scythe Fiend, he hadn't used any of them. These bottles would be his other trump card.

"Unfortunately, 2 at the 4th rank, 8 at the 3rd rank, it's a pity that there isn't even a calamity-level one. Rare magical beasts are really too few."

Putting the bottled creatures back, Klein returned to the carriage to rest.

He could quickly repair the bone injuries, but not the physical injuries. He was still very weak now. It wasn't time to go back yet. He would drag it out as long as possible, and treat it as a trip.