Chapter 338: Enchanted Talk
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Chapter 338: Enchanted Talk
Enchanted Talk
After breakfast, Martel drifted towards the workshops for his regular shift helping Master Jerome. The artificer greeted him jovially as usual. "Your usual spot awaits you," he told Martel with a gesture towards the small laboratory for making ink.
About to continue on his way, a thought occurred to the acolyte, and he turned towards the artificer. "Master Jerome, you enchant objects, right?"
"Indeed, I do. I believe you've asked me that before. Why, do you have a need for hot stones in your bath?" came the laughing response.
"Oh no, I need nothing. I'm just curious. Do you enchant weapons?"
Master Jerome's expression turned quizzical. "I do, for those students who join the legions. Might save someone's life out there. But I don't hand anything out until graduation if you were wondering. That'll have to do until then." He pointed at the knife in Martel's belt; an example of the artificer's craft, though forged without magic.
"Of course." Martel placed one hand above the hilt. "I'm only wondering because I read about monsters and spectres. Like spirits that can't be harmed by ordinary weapons. But enchanted steel might?"
The artificer gave a shrug. "Perhaps. It's not that simple. Enchantment is imbuing a material with a specific property. What kind of spell would you cast to cause harm to a spirit? I wouldn't know how to craft something like that."
"Right."
"You'll learn about this in what, a month or two? When you take your enchantment course with me."
Hearing her almost enthusiastic greeting, Martel smiled; she had seemed most timid before, which was understandable given her experience with the maleficar. He was glad if her spirit remained undarkened by it. "Hullo, Sparrow. Have you practised your magic?"
She nodded vigorously. Holding out her hand, she scattered some dirt on the ground in every direction. "I don't even have to think about it. It just happens now, immediately."
"That's good. Constant practice is the key. It may feel boring, but magic doesn't come easy."
"Alright. But what else can I learn? While fun, pushing dirt around doesn't really seem useful."
Martel smiled again. "True. My knowledge of earth spells is limited, but first, let's teach you some more control. That'll be the next step before you can do anything else."
"How do I learn that?"
Martel reached out his hand. He did not have any impressive spells related to earth, but he had sufficient control of the element to use it in basic ways. From the ground, Martel raised up the dirt into the shape of a house, much like the one inhabited by Sparrow.
"Oh!" The girl watched with delight on her face. "I can do that too?"
"Eventually. Right now, you're able to push your magic into the earth, make it move. But to really use it, you must learn how to give it shape and keep it restrained according to your will," Martel explained. "Instead of just pushing your magic down, try pulling the ground up towards you. Slowly, focused, no other thoughts in your head."
With a frown and the tip of her tongue sticking out, Sparrow gave it her first try.
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Chapter 338: Enchanted Talk
Enchanted Talk
After breakfast, Martel drifted towards the workshops for his regular shift helping Master Jerome. The artificer greeted him jovially as usual. "Your usual spot awaits you," he told Martel with a gesture towards the small laboratory for making ink.
About to continue on his way, a thought occurred to the acolyte, and he turned towards the artificer. "Master Jerome, you enchant objects, right?"
"Indeed, I do. I believe you've asked me that before. Why, do you have a need for hot stones in your bath?" came the laughing response.
"Oh no, I need nothing. I'm just curious. Do you enchant weapons?"
Master Jerome's expression turned quizzical. "I do, for those students who join the legions. Might save someone's life out there. But I don't hand anything out until graduation if you were wondering. That'll have to do until then." He pointed at the knife in Martel's belt; an example of the artificer's craft, though forged without magic.
"Of course." Martel placed one hand above the hilt. "I'm only wondering because I read about monsters and spectres. Like spirits that can't be harmed by ordinary weapons. But enchanted steel might?"
The artificer gave a shrug. "Perhaps. It's not that simple. Enchantment is imbuing a material with a specific property. What kind of spell would you cast to cause harm to a spirit? I wouldn't know how to craft something like that."
"Right."
"You'll learn about this in what, a month or two? When you take your enchantment course with me."
Hearing her almost enthusiastic greeting, Martel smiled; she had seemed most timid before, which was understandable given her experience with the maleficar. He was glad if her spirit remained undarkened by it. "Hullo, Sparrow. Have you practised your magic?"
She nodded vigorously. Holding out her hand, she scattered some dirt on the ground in every direction. "I don't even have to think about it. It just happens now, immediately."
"That's good. Constant practice is the key. It may feel boring, but magic doesn't come easy."
"Alright. But what else can I learn? While fun, pushing dirt around doesn't really seem useful."
Martel smiled again. "True. My knowledge of earth spells is limited, but first, let's teach you some more control. That'll be the next step before you can do anything else."
"How do I learn that?"
Martel reached out his hand. He did not have any impressive spells related to earth, but he had sufficient control of the element to use it in basic ways. From the ground, Martel raised up the dirt into the shape of a house, much like the one inhabited by Sparrow.
"Oh!" The girl watched with delight on her face. "I can do that too?"
"Eventually. Right now, you're able to push your magic into the earth, make it move. But to really use it, you must learn how to give it shape and keep it restrained according to your will," Martel explained. "Instead of just pushing your magic down, try pulling the ground up towards you. Slowly, focused, no other thoughts in your head."
With a frown and the tip of her tongue sticking out, Sparrow gave it her first try.
Chapter 338: Enchanted TalkEnchanted TalkAfter breakfast, Martel drifted towards the workshops for his regular shift helping Master Jerome. The artificer greeted him jovially as usual. "Your usual spot awaits you," he told Martel with a gesture towards the small laboratory for making ink.About to continue on his way, a thought occurred to the acolyte, and he turned towards the artificer. "Master Jerome, you enchant objects, right?""Indeed, I do. I believe you've asked me that before. Why, do you have a need for hot stones in your bath?" came the laughing response."Oh no, I need nothing. I'm just curious. Do you enchant weapons?"Master Jerome's expression turned quizzical. "I do, for those students who join the legions. Might save someone's life out there. But I don't hand anything out until graduation if you were wondering. That'll have to do until then." He pointed at the knife in Martel's belt; an example of the artificer's craft, though forged without magic."Of course." Martel placed one hand above the hilt. "I'm only wondering because I read about monsters and spectres. Like spirits that can't be harmed by ordinary weapons. But enchanted steel might?"The artificer gave a shrug. "Perhaps. It's not that simple. Enchantment is imbuing a material with a specific property. What kind of spell would you cast to cause harm to a spirit? I wouldn't know how to craft something like that.""Right.""You'll learn about this in what, a month or two? When you take your enchantment course with me."Hearing her almost enthusiastic greeting, Martel smiled; she had seemed most timid before, which was understandable given her experience with the maleficar. He was glad if her spirit remained undarkened by it. "Hullo, Sparrow. Have you practised your magic?"She nodded vigorously. Holding out her hand, she scattered some dirt on the ground in every direction. "I don't even have to think about it. It just happens now, immediately.""That's good. Constant practice is the key. It may feel boring, but magic doesn't come easy.""Alright. But what else can I learn? While fun, pushing dirt around doesn't really seem useful."Martel smiled again. "True. My knowledge of earth spells is limited, but first, let's teach you some more control. That'll be the next step before you can do anything else.""How do I learn that?"Martel reached out his hand. He did not have any impressive spells related to earth, but he had sufficient control of the element to use it in basic ways. From the ground, Martel raised up the dirt into the shape of a house, much like the one inhabited by Sparrow."Oh!" The girl watched with delight on her face. "I can do that too?""Eventually. Right now, you're able to push your magic into the earth, make it move. But to really use it, you must learn how to give it shape and keep it restrained according to your will," Martel explained. "Instead of just pushing your magic down, try pulling the ground up towards you. Slowly, focused, no other thoughts in your head."With a frown and the tip of her tongue sticking out, Sparrow gave it her first try.
