How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 55 Learning Enchanting

Third District, Soldiers' Cemetery.

A column of armored soldiers of more than forty men stood solemnly here, and many people came to attend the funeral.

Alvin's body lay quietly in the coffin, and everyone around him wore solemn expressions.

A bald, middle-aged man wearing a fur coat and with a serious expression stood in front of the coffin.

He held a long roll of parchment in his hand.

"Alvin, captain of the city guard scout squadron, has served for twenty-three years..."

"At Rathill, he stopped the illegal underground forces from massacring civilians and killed the mastermind—the necromancer Flynn..."

He recounted everything slowly in a hoarse voice, while the others listened quietly.

Several bards strummed their harps, playing mournful tunes.

After the middle-aged man finished reciting, he gestured to a monk in a gray robe beside him.

The latter stepped forward and sprinkled a layer of powder that looked like fluorescent powder.

This is a traditional ritual passed down from the age of gods, intended to prevent the souls of the dead from being disturbed by evil.

The sky was overcast, and a light rain was falling, but no one opened an umbrella.

Kane stood at the back of the crowd, joining everyone in presenting flowers.

In front of him were three soldiers who had survived the last passage exploration, their eyes filled with grief.

After the ceremony, Kane was preparing to leave when a familiar voice suddenly rang out:

"Lord Kane, please wait a moment."

He turned around and recognized the blond man he had met once before.

Jasper Ashby, heir to Nilfgaard.

Kane remembered that the other person was also Alvin's subordinate.

Jasper placed his hand on his chest and bowed, saying:

"Thank you for bringing Lord Alvin's body back intact."

"If his remains are left in Rathill, they will only be desecrated by other underground forces."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other soldiers present also gathered around.

They all looked at Kane with solemn eyes, raising their hands to their chests in a gesture of respect.

The creaking and grinding sounds of the armor rubbing together echoed throughout the room.

Kane glanced at the people bowing before him, nodded slightly, and then turned to leave.

Even after his figure had completely disappeared, the soldiers maintained their salute.

Only the gray-robed mage kept his eyes fixed on his retreating figure, muttering to himself:

"A Night's Watch member favored by Lady Weaver?"

……

Leaving the funeral, Kane pondered for a moment:

Where should I go to learn enchanting?

Throughout Nord, knowledge has always been expensive.

Without permission, one cannot learn a first-level spell outside of the sect.

Previously, studying at the Library of Truth cost five gold coins per day, equivalent to his current weekly salary.

Knowledge of enchanting is no exception.

Kane counted the only three hundred gold coins he had, and after thinking for a moment, he thought of the Alchemy Workshop area.

"I should visit that lady again and ask her about enchanting."

Without hesitation, he bought the gift of two silver coins.

Not too much, not too little, just right.

Then they headed towards the alchemy workshop area.

Kane was slightly surprised when he returned to the nameless shop in the alley.

Compared to its previous obscurity, long queues are now forming in front of the shop.

What's even stranger is that, besides adventurers, there are also quite a few ordinary residents in the group.

An older man sized up Kane and asked:

"You're here to buy 'that' too?"

"Which one?"

Kane was somewhat puzzled.

The uncle shook his head and said with a smile:

"Who doesn't know about this shop's 'dark water'? It's a cure for constipation... but you can only drink a tiny sip each time."

"Dark water?"

Kane's lips twitched, and a series of guesses flashed through his mind.

He shook his head and walked straight past the line toward the shop.

The older man looked surprised, clearly not understanding why the young man was cutting in line.

When Zeya saw Kane in the store, her eyes immediately lit up with surprise.

But she was busy selling potions at the moment, so she could only take a silver coin from a customer and hand over a small bottle of potion.

The other person took the medicine, hurriedly stuffed it into their clothes, and left.

Kane, seeing Zeya busy, offered to help.

Hundreds of bottles of medicine were quickly sold out.

In just a short while, I earned ten gold coins.

That's equivalent to two weeks' salary for Kane.

Kane frowned, pondered for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"Zeya, what is this dark water...?"

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Zeya's face, and she said softly:

"The teacher used your formula."

Kane didn't take it to heart, after all, he received more care from Ms. Zeya.

But he couldn't help but press on:

"But this medicine is toxic, and it's not cheap, is it?"

Zeya explained:

"The teacher told me to add water to it, so that one bottle of medicine could be divided into twenty bottles to sell."

"This way, the toxicity can be neutralized without the need to add any additional healing liquid."

Kane was even more speechless, suddenly realizing that he had been too naive.

He originally intended to use the Dark Water as a tool for gaining experience and ambushing enemies during battles.

Lady Mistweaver, as a high-level spellcaster, so easily developed a new use for it.

After a moment's thought, he asked:

Where is your teacher?

Zeya nodded, turned around and went upstairs to call for help.

Soon, an old woman came down; it was Lady Weaving Mist.

Lady Mistweaver looked at Kane and said:

"You're here again? Looking to rent potion-making equipment again?"

"I've used your recipe, so you won't have to pay for the tools here anymore."

"Teacher..." Zeya said somewhat embarrassedly.

Lady Weaver glanced speechlessly at her disciple and sighed softly:

"Alright, kid, your formula sells better than healing potions and sedatives. I'll buy it outright for five hundred gold coins, how about it?"

Kane shook his head:

"No need, ma'am."

"You've helped me a lot, consider this recipe a token of my gratitude."

Zeya was secretly worried for him.

She naturally knew how enormous five hundred gold coins were, so how could she miss out?

But Kane knew in his heart that money needed a channel to be converted into suitable resources.

On the other hand, Lady Weaver became even more interested upon hearing this, and her fondness for Kane grew even stronger.

She had indeed written several letters to Kane in order to improve his relationship with the Night's Watch.

She thought for a moment, glanced at Kane, and suddenly said:

"Let me see the curved sword at your waist."

Kane offered his Frostbite Scimitar without hesitation.

Lady Weaver took the scimitar, her brow furrowing as she looked at the pitted and scarred blade.

Zeya looked on in surprise.

She remembered that when she last accompanied Kane to buy this scimitar, the blade was brand new and sharp, but now it had become so worn and tattered.

"Why is your sword like this?" Lady Weaver asked directly.

"Some unexpected things happened," Kane shook his head.

"Why don't we apply to your organization?"

"That's what Ms. Weaver said."

Kane smiled bitterly to himself.

Even if you apply, it's difficult to get your enchanted weapon approved without a legitimate reason.

After all, enchanting is no easy task.

But he simply said, "I have some reasons that I can't say about."

Lady Mistweaver gazed at Kane and spoke:

"Then you'll have to look for suitable weapons on the outskirts."

Kane shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Madam, if it's convenient for you, could you recommend a mage who is skilled in enchanting?"

"I just want to learn some basic knowledge."

Lady Mist looked into his eyes, her tone calm:

"Kid, knowledge is precious. What price are you willing to pay?"

"I only have three hundred gold coins now."

Kane said:

"But what I want to learn is only basic enchanting knowledge."

Upon hearing this, Lady Weaver's expression was inscrutable.

Did the request fail?

Kane thought to himself, but he wasn't too dissatisfied.

After all, it is someone who needs your help, and the other party is not obligated to help you every time.

Just as he was preparing to make an excuse to leave and find other learning opportunities.

The mist-weaving lady's soft voice suddenly rang out:

"Yes, but you have to pass his test first."

Kane's eyes lit up immediately.