Chapter 663: The Two Sides of Regalia
The two suns continued on their courses until their lights faded. Yet, Regalia was far from dark.
Magic stones glowed in lamp posts lining every street. Green, red, or blue fluorescent signs drew people’s attention to bars and palace-like casinos. Above, the stationary towers even acted like sundials, or were they moondials since it was night? Magic dials perhaps?
The question stumped Julius as the library owner chased him out angrily.
"Do you think I’m running a charity? Don’t ever come back if you’re not buying my books! Tsk. I swear those brats respect honesty no more." The middle-aged man’s brown shirt flapped as he slammed the door behind him. "Back in my days, we would have twisted your ear and sent you off with a well-placed kick in the rear."
Julius heard him continue to curse but just shrugged. There were other libraries in the city, and this one’s magic collection was... disappointing.
’No clue to heal Louise and knowledge limited to the lower part of the C-rank.’ He shook his head with a sigh. ’Commoners won’t have the answers I seek—only the noble district can.’
Still, his learning bore decent fruits. He didn’t know if fate played him a trick or if he was just lucky, but he had found and memorised two tier three potion recipes today.
What made him clench his fist about them was the absence of backlash upon consumption. That was precisely the knowledge Shepard and the summoned needed to improve their craft. But not now. Sleep first, contact the arcanist tomorrow with the communication device.
However, before he could take his first step toward the inn, a man looking in his early twenties moved before him.