Sorcerer’s Handbook

The notorious trio followed the red-robed priest deeper into the palace. As they passed through a crossroad, Igor suddenly turned to look at a worn-out badge on the wall that was almost rubbed down to a cutting board. Ashe glanced at it and instantly understood what Igor meant.

Though the words on the badge were nearly invisible, and Ashe couldn’t recognize the first two words-likely the local dialect of Senlo-the last three were in the universally known true language of spirits, faintly discernible: “Game Room.”

Unless the Tribulation Fire Temple is a gambling sect, there’s no reason for a game room inside the palace. Furthermore, Ashe had noticed many issues since their bath time-the bathhouse was undoubtedly luxurious, with the Blade Fish Dragon’s inlets and the spirit-filled Miracle Wonderland murals fitting the sect’s style perfectly.

However, the towels provided by the temple were ordinary cotton cloths. Forget about a Gospel; these towels wouldn’t even be fit for feet at the Shattered Lake Prison, let alone for more intimate use. Similarly, the change of clothes provided by the temple was also very plain. Initially, Ashe thought that the red-robed priest’s rudimentary attire demonstrated the Tribulation Fire spirit of endurance, but it now seemed their light industry was lacking.

Luckily, Igor had clothes in his Spatial Card. Although they were all his, the three of them were similar in size, so they could make do.

Besides, there were many other oddities, such as the broken ceilings, walls, and floors filled with greyish-white mudstone. Though it didn’t affect usability, it was far from aesthetic. They weren’t devoid of Earth sorcerers, but sorcerers could only make such repairs. Either Earth sorcerers were in short supply here, hence the shoddy work-which is implausible, as surely important locations within the sect wouldn’t skimp on sorcerer labor-or they lacked the formula for the bricks and mortar used here and were doing their best.

The aesthetically pleasing and high-end brick and mortar formulas are a unique societal legacy. After all, these aren’t even considered miracles and are merely luxury items under the notion of ‘can’t we live just fine without them?’ Thus, if Earth sorcerers aren’t trained, they can indeed only produce the most basic and practical grey mud.

This isn’t a temple built by the Tribulation Fire Temple; it’s a conquered prize, and there’s a significant gap between their technical skills and those of the original builders.

However, when the red-robed priest opened the innermost room and motioned for everyone to remove their shoes, put on robes, and enter, Ashe and the others immediately realized the original purpose of this ‘palace’ as they were hit by a wave of scorching hot air.