Chapter 480: An Elemental Education
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Chapter 480: An Elemental Education
An Elemental Education
Martel arrived at the apothecary for his morning shift to find large bundles of plants waiting for him. Had this been last month, it would not have been surprising. All big events in the city, whether benign or malign in nature, inevitably led to people getting hurt one way or the other; this in turn depleted the infirmary's supplies of apothecary remedies, requiring long hours to replenish them. As a simple helper rather than formal apprentice, Martel had just done his usual work during the harvest festival, but he knew both Mistress Rana and Nora ran themselves ragged during such times.
Looking at the bundles, it felt like a return to that, though to Martel's knowledge, nothing of major consequence was taking place in Morcaster. He recognised strangleroot, used in many recipes for its ability to reduce fever, along with lungwort and coltsfoot, which helped with coughing. "That looks like busy work."nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.
Nora had scarcely acknowledged his arrival other than a quick glance over her shoulder. She was already busy working her way through the herbs. "Plenty more when this is done. Start drying those roots, will you?"
Martel nodded – a bit useless unless Nora had eyes in the back of her head – and grabbed the nearest plant, pulling water from it to dry it out. "Is Mistress Rana going to help you at some point? Else you'll be going at this for days."
"She's not at the Lyceum. She's out scouring for plants that are harder to get."
"This late in the year? Can't be much that's blooming."
Nora just gave a shrug. "She didn't bother explaining. It's sometimes a coin toss whether she lets me know what's going on."
"I'm sure she'll let you know when it's necessary. You're her apprentice, after all."
"I suppose. Maybe that's how it works in Sindhu."
Martel frowned. "You don't know what it'll be?"
He shook his head. "Mistress Moira might know, but I usually only teach novices, and they generally keep the examinations for mageknights and battlemages a secret. They also change them over the years. When it was me, decades ago, we were tested in small groups with mageknights, but I hear now battlemages are examined on their own."
"Alright. I'll be sure to practise the range of my magic."
"Good. So, this means my time as your teacher of elemental magic has come to an end." The old battlemage's expression became slightly sad.
"That's strange to think of. You've been my teacher from the first day." Martel suddenly felt the weight of his debt of gratitude to Master Alastair. He had helped him unlock his magical abilities, but more than that, he had continued to train Martel of his own volition after he became a fire acolyte; without the spells taught to him by the Master of Elements, Martel might not have survived his ordeals these last two years in Morcaster.
"You have grown swiftly in magical prowess, my boy. Perhaps starting late was not the disadvantage we first assumed. In any case, you can no longer be considered my student, for I suspect you shall surpass me swiftly enough. But I will always be your teacher, lad."
Martel had never heard words like this before, and he did not know how to respond in words, so he gave the old wizard a hug. Even at scarcely eighteen years, he was taller than his teacher, who laughed a little and patted his back as he pulled back. "Thank you, Master Alastair. For everything."
"My pleasure, lad. And a privilege. Now, besides your focus on fire magic, I suggest you enjoy your last days in Morcaster. You can't know where the Imperial administration sends you, but an army camp won't have much entertainment, and your friends will most likely be sent elsewhere."
"I will," Martel promised. He already knew that Maximilian would stay in the city and become a praetorian; as for Eleanor, he did not know which legion might have the good fortune of receiving her, but it seemed unlikely that they would be assigned to the same one.
"And come by the Lyceum the first time you're on leave, if your path takes you to Morcaster."
Martel blinked, feeling more emotional than he had expected; when he came to the Hall of Elements this afternoon, he had not realised it would be his last time. "I will."
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Chapter 480: An Elemental Education
An Elemental Education
Martel arrived at the apothecary for his morning shift to find large bundles of plants waiting for him. Had this been last month, it would not have been surprising. All big events in the city, whether benign or malign in nature, inevitably led to people getting hurt one way or the other; this in turn depleted the infirmary's supplies of apothecary remedies, requiring long hours to replenish them. As a simple helper rather than formal apprentice, Martel had just done his usual work during the harvest festival, but he knew both Mistress Rana and Nora ran themselves ragged during such times.
Looking at the bundles, it felt like a return to that, though to Martel's knowledge, nothing of major consequence was taking place in Morcaster. He recognised strangleroot, used in many recipes for its ability to reduce fever, along with lungwort and coltsfoot, which helped with coughing. "That looks like busy work."nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.
Nora had scarcely acknowledged his arrival other than a quick glance over her shoulder. She was already busy working her way through the herbs. "Plenty more when this is done. Start drying those roots, will you?"
Martel nodded – a bit useless unless Nora had eyes in the back of her head – and grabbed the nearest plant, pulling water from it to dry it out. "Is Mistress Rana going to help you at some point? Else you'll be going at this for days."
"She's not at the Lyceum. She's out scouring for plants that are harder to get."
"This late in the year? Can't be much that's blooming."
Nora just gave a shrug. "She didn't bother explaining. It's sometimes a coin toss whether she lets me know what's going on."
"I'm sure she'll let you know when it's necessary. You're her apprentice, after all."
"I suppose. Maybe that's how it works in Sindhu."
Martel frowned. "You don't know what it'll be?"
He shook his head. "Mistress Moira might know, but I usually only teach novices, and they generally keep the examinations for mageknights and battlemages a secret. They also change them over the years. When it was me, decades ago, we were tested in small groups with mageknights, but I hear now battlemages are examined on their own."
"Alright. I'll be sure to practise the range of my magic."
"Good. So, this means my time as your teacher of elemental magic has come to an end." The old battlemage's expression became slightly sad.
"That's strange to think of. You've been my teacher from the first day." Martel suddenly felt the weight of his debt of gratitude to Master Alastair. He had helped him unlock his magical abilities, but more than that, he had continued to train Martel of his own volition after he became a fire acolyte; without the spells taught to him by the Master of Elements, Martel might not have survived his ordeals these last two years in Morcaster.
"You have grown swiftly in magical prowess, my boy. Perhaps starting late was not the disadvantage we first assumed. In any case, you can no longer be considered my student, for I suspect you shall surpass me swiftly enough. But I will always be your teacher, lad."
Martel had never heard words like this before, and he did not know how to respond in words, so he gave the old wizard a hug. Even at scarcely eighteen years, he was taller than his teacher, who laughed a little and patted his back as he pulled back. "Thank you, Master Alastair. For everything."
"My pleasure, lad. And a privilege. Now, besides your focus on fire magic, I suggest you enjoy your last days in Morcaster. You can't know where the Imperial administration sends you, but an army camp won't have much entertainment, and your friends will most likely be sent elsewhere."
"I will," Martel promised. He already knew that Maximilian would stay in the city and become a praetorian; as for Eleanor, he did not know which legion might have the good fortune of receiving her, but it seemed unlikely that they would be assigned to the same one.
"And come by the Lyceum the first time you're on leave, if your path takes you to Morcaster."
Martel blinked, feeling more emotional than he had expected; when he came to the Hall of Elements this afternoon, he had not realised it would be his last time. "I will."
Chapter 480: An Elemental EducationAn Elemental EducationMartel arrived at the apothecary for his morning shift to find large bundles of plants waiting for him. Had this been last month, it would not have been surprising. All big events in the city, whether benign or malign in nature, inevitably led to people getting hurt one way or the other; this in turn depleted the infirmary's supplies of apothecary remedies, requiring long hours to replenish them. As a simple helper rather than formal apprentice, Martel had just done his usual work during the harvest festival, but he knew both Mistress Rana and Nora ran themselves ragged during such times.Looking at the bundles, it felt like a return to that, though to Martel's knowledge, nothing of major consequence was taking place in Morcaster. He recognised strangleroot, used in many recipes for its ability to reduce fever, along with lungwort and coltsfoot, which helped with coughing. "That looks like busy work."novel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.Nora had scarcely acknowledged his arrival other than a quick glance over her shoulder. She was already busy working her way through the herbs. "Plenty more when this is done. Start drying those roots, will you?"Martel nodded a bit useless unless Nora had eyes in the back of her head and grabbed the nearest plant, pulling water from it to dry it out. "Is Mistress Rana going to help you at some point? Else you'll be going at this for days.""She's not at the Lyceum. She's out scouring for plants that are harder to get.""This late in the year? Can't be much that's blooming."Nora just gave a shrug. "She didn't bother explaining. It's sometimes a coin toss whether she lets me know what's going on.""I'm sure she'll let you know when it's necessary. You're her apprentice, after all.""I suppose. Maybe that's how it works in Sindhu."Martel frowned. "You don't know what it'll be?"He shook his head. "Mistress Moira might know, but I usually only teach novices, and they generally keep the examinations for mageknights and battlemages a secret. They also change them over the years. When it was me, decades ago, we were tested in small groups with mageknights, but I hear now battlemages are examined on their own.""Alright. I'll be sure to practise the range of my magic.""Good. So, this means my time as your teacher of elemental magic has come to an end." The old battlemage's expression became slightly sad."That's strange to think of. You've been my teacher from the first day." Martel suddenly felt the weight of his debt of gratitude to Master Alastair. He had helped him unlock his magical abilities, but more than that, he had continued to train Martel of his own volition after he became a fire acolyte; without the spells taught to him by the Master of Elements, Martel might not have survived his ordeals these last two years in Morcaster."You have grown swiftly in magical prowess, my boy. Perhaps starting late was not the disadvantage we first assumed. In any case, you can no longer be considered my student, for I suspect you shall surpass me swiftly enough. But I will always be your teacher, lad."Martel had never heard words like this before, and he did not know how to respond in words, so he gave the old wizard a hug. Even at scarcely eighteen years, he was taller than his teacher, who laughed a little and patted his back as he pulled back. "Thank you, Master Alastair. For everything.""My pleasure, lad. And a privilege. Now, besides your focus on fire magic, I suggest you enjoy your last days in Morcaster. You can't know where the Imperial administration sends you, but an army camp won't have much entertainment, and your friends will most likely be sent elsewhere.""I will," Martel promised. He already knew that Maximilian would stay in the city and become a praetorian; as for Eleanor, he did not know which legion might have the good fortune of receiving her, but it seemed unlikely that they would be assigned to the same one."And come by the Lyceum the first time you're on leave, if your path takes you to Morcaster."Martel blinked, feeling more emotional than he had expected; when he came to the Hall of Elements this afternoon, he had not realised it would be his last time. "I will."
