The Master of Uradan

Rohan found himself in front of the large and high tower. He was alone, with a sealed letter in his hands.

It was given by the lord Hanshen, as well as a few instructions for the next days. All those events were coming so fast that Rohan felt his mind going numb.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the entrance. He wasn't a fool. Even though nobody was paying attention, Rohan wouldn't try to flee away.

Firstly, it was a question if he could flee from this place, and second, his family would suffer for no reason. Since this lord was adamant for Rohan to work for him, he could only play his role for the time being.

He reached the sole wooden door and loudly knocked. Looking at his left and right, Rohan took note of how huge the tower truly was, as he was minuscule compared to this building.

A few seconds later, a woman opened the door and critically observed the young man. "What do you want?"

She was young, maybe in her twenties or late teens. She had blond hair cascading down until reaching her hip, while her white tender skin with her green eyes gave a doll-like appearance to this woman. She was wearing a dark robe, with a common style with what the two wizards Rohan had met in his life were wearing.

Rohan raised an eyebrow as he heard her tone. On his chest, there was a bright new warrior's insignia, flashing with the number 6 on it. There was no way for this woman to not see it, and for her to act mighty in front of an Intermediate Warrior, was impressive.

"I am here to see the court wizard." Rohan succinctely said. Even if her status wasn't weak, Rohan wasn't someone who cared much about it. It was just surprising since she was the one opening the door, nothing more.

"You think a nobody can meet the court wizard?" The woman looked with ridicule and disdain at this poor warrior. There was so much judgment in her eyes that Rohan believed she would almost spit on him.

"I have a letter to give him, from the lord Hanshen." The first half of the sentence made the woman lose her patience, while the last part surprised her.

She took back her countenance, and as if she understood, she squinted her eyes and barked at Rohan.

"Then give me this letter! You're just a messenger and you think you can meet the court wizard? How stupid are you?" She quickly took a step forward and attempted to snatch the letter from Rohan's hands.

Rohan was starting to lose his patience. This day wasn't the best one he had in his life, and now someone was ruining the last bit of good intention he had.

"The letter is about me, so of course, I need to give it myself. Now get out, thank you." His tone was colder than ever.

He stepped on the side to dodge her hand and directly bypassed her. She was only a mediocre obstacle in his eyes, and he had important things to do. Now that the door was opened, Rohan simply entered the building without caring about her.

The hall was large and several people were strolling around. It was huge enough for hundreds of people to be here, but only a few dozen were moving toward their tasks.

The lights were coming from yellow crystals hanging from the ceiling, and as there weren't any windows, the hall was a bit somber.

The woman screeched some incoherent words behind him as Rohan ignored her. The other people in the hall all faced the entrance as they heard the commotion.

They were all wearing the same kind of robe, without particular distinction between them. Even so, it was obvious the status among them all wasn't the same as one of them stepped forward. The moment he headed in the direction of Rohan, the whispers dimmed a bit.

He was a middle-aged man with grey hair. He looked curiously at Rohan who had penetrated the tower and at the woman behind him with anger painting her face.

"Warrior, what are you doing here?" He took the initiative to ask, as he wasn't in a hurry to judge him. No one was stupid enough to barge inside a magic tower, filled to the brink with powerful wizards.

Rohan once again repeated what he had said to the blond woman. Instantly, the man understood what happened and shook his head. He turned toward an apprentice on the side and asked him to lead the warrior toward the court wizard.

Most of the people here didn't care about the outside world, and no one seemed to recognize Rohan. His face had been described and even drew in a lot of warrants, circulating all around the country, but no one here knew about it.

After telling him his name, the middle-aged man didn't have any reaction.

Rohan simply nodded his head and followed suit behind the young man going upstairs.

It was his first time inside a magic tower, and even if the situation wasn't the best one, Rohan was still quite excited as he went up the tower. There were a lot of floors, all hidden behind a large wooden door.

The place of the court wizard was at the very top of the tower, and the whole floor was reserved for him. The apprentice leading him didn't speak a word, and after going up an infinite amount of stairs, they finally reached the last door.

Rohan was a warrior so he didn't care, but for a wizard with a weaker body, just going to meet the court wizard was a challenge. Even the young man in front of him was slightly panting!

He quickly knocked at the door with shaking hands. The moment he heard the strong voice coming from behind the door, the young man gulped down and opened it, allowing Rohan to enter.

He immediately closed the door after Rohan and rapidly descended the stairs.

The last floor of the tower was as big as the hall, and apart from the main room, there were a couple of doors on the sides. Countless books were lying on the wooden floor, and suddenly, a man appeared from nowhere.

"What do you want?" Rohan was stunned as he stared at the court wizard. He was expecting an old man with silver hair and beard, along with a lot of wrinkles on his face. But the reality was far from it.

He had indeed long silver hair, but his face without a beard was young, and he gave the impression to only be in his twenties.

Rohan unconsciously stretched his letter and gave it to him. Without a word, he took it and broke the seal.

While he was reading, his expression changed several times, and after reaching the end, he looked incredulously at the young warrior in front of him.

Lord Hanshen had written down the stats shown by the Essence Stone.

"Do you know a spell?" He didn't care about the part of him being an Intermediate Warrior, but the wizard part was interesting. From someone to become a wizard while being on the run, it was rare and even technically impossible.

"I do, I only know the spell Wind Blade."

"Show me, just throw it anywhere." He impatiently asked, eager to see what he could do.

Rohan executed and pointed his left arm in the direction of a naked wall. He didn't want to aim toward the poor books lying everywhere. He willed his mana and completed the rune in less than a second.

Immediately, an almost invisible wind blade appeared in front of Rohan, with a faint red glow. The meter-long blade wasn't as smooth as normal blades and looked much more dominating.

The wind blade cleaved at lightning speed, but before it could touch the wall, it disappeared into nothingness.

The court wizard looked at Rohan as if he was a freak. There were too many problems with what he had seen. The speed of the execution, the faint red light, the aspect of the blade. It wasn't the might that a rank 1 Beginner Warrior should be able to show. It wasn't perfect at all, but it wasn't something expected from a Beginner Wizard.

"From this letter," he quickly suppressed his shock and excitement, "you will have to work for lord Hanshen, but he is also asking me to make you a disciple of this magic tower.. I am the court wizard of the kingdom of Prasthana, Elynir. Are you willing to become my disciple?"