The Bizarre Wizarding World

"But I never expected that when I came back, Onions had already dealt with the Spider Monster."

Andy looked at Onions not far away, and for some reason, a flicker of anger crossed his heart.

Just as Welber was about to lecture Andy further, he heard Colin, who had already walked over to the Spider Monster's corpse, say:

"The skin of this Spider Monster does indeed have a certain resistance to flames."

Hearing this, Andy felt a surge of gratitude and looked at Colin appreciatively.

"Anyway, it's good that the field is unharmed," Colin lifted his head and added with a smile.

Welber paused slightly, then also smiled.

Although he didn't know why Colin said this, Andy was a minor issue, and he was willing to give Colin this face.

"Colin is right, it's good that the field is unharmed. Remember next time to ensure the need before calling for help. Did you understand, Andy?"

"I understand, sir!" Andy nodded hastily.

"All right, command your knights to clean up the battlefield."

"Okay, okay!"

Welber then walked over to Colin, who was looking at the Spider Monster, and began to speak:

"Spider Monsters are a common type of Cave Monster, ordinary ones are just like enlarged spiders, their strength roughly that of an Intermediate Wizard Apprentice.

These mutant varieties are also quite common, with creatures in Underground Caves being particularly adept at mutation..."

"Hmm," Colin nodded lightly, withdrawing his attention from the Spider Monster.

It was the apprentice named Andy who was too timid; had he changed the witchcraft in his hand from the Fire Element, he would have discovered that this Spider Monster was no different from ordinary ones.

"Lord Welber, wait a moment for me."

"You're called Onions, right?"

Colin stepped over to the Iron Tower Knight, who was gathering his companions' bodies.

Welber stood to the side, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, sir." Onions' voice, in contrast to his heavy appearance, was not only clear but also somewhat immature.

Colin, hearing his voice, was even more certain of his guess.

Such an exaggerated physique was obviously not solely affected by genetics; it was likely more the result of the Breathing Skill Onions had been practicing.

Colin paused briefly, then went straight to the point: "I want the Breathing Skill you've practiced, and in exchange, I can offer you something of equivalent value in my eyes... Hmm, how about a spear that suits you well?"

As he spoke, Colin took out an ordinary apprentice's spear witch tool from his Storage Ring.

The silver-white spear, about two meters seven, with a sharp tip shining with a cold light, was far superior in appearance to the black spear that Onions was holding at the moment.

Items like this, derived from past trophies, didn't matter much in terms of taking up space in the expansive Storage Ring.

Onions was clearly stunned, and after a moment, he came to his senses and nodded hurriedly:

"Alright, sir."

But the surprise came so suddenly, he hesitated again.

"It is my honor you want the Breathing Skill, but isn't this spear too valuable?"

Colin smiled, "To me, this spear is just a useless stick.

But your Breathing Skill, I think… must hold special significance for you."

Onions nodded, seemingly reminded of something, and quickly removed his helmet, revealing the youthful face of a young man.

Colin was right; the Breathing Skill he practiced was indeed a secret not taught outside his family, and the requirements for practicing it were very stringent. Within the young generation of his family, only he had successfully entered its gate and advanced to a Great Knight.

"So, I'm not at a disadvantage in this trade. If you agree, after the exchange, the spear is yours," Colin continued.

"Alright, sir, I am willing to exchange."

Onions no longer hesitated and nodded emphatically.

The Breathing Skill might be their family's secret, but that was relative to the person!

He had no need, nor the ability, to refuse the trade offered by the Wizard before him.

"Hmm," Colin nodded unsurprised, "Let's find a suitable place then."

"Okay," Onions nodded and shifted his gaze toward Andy who was not far away.

"You better hurry, don't keep the adults waiting too long."

Andy hastily spoke; his eyes locked onto the spear witch tool in Colin's hand, shimmering with cold light, and he couldn't help but feel envious.

Such a fine witch tool wasted on a knight, even a Great Knight—it would be better in his hands, even though he was neither a flesh-altering wizard nor skilled in close combat... But witch tools should be used by wizards, shouldn't they?

However, Andy dared only to think this, without harboring any crooked ideas.

After all, everyone knew that the spear had been exchanged with Onions by Colin.

"Sir Colin, are you interested in the Knight Breathing Method?" Welber caught up with him and asked curiously.

These wizards coming out to support usually went back together as well.

After all, if there were no other matters, the stationed wizards were not allowed to leave the Golden Barley during their work period.

"Yes, I've been researching it lately," Colin stated simply, without concealing anything.

Many wizards had studied the Knight Breathing Method, some out of interest, others to aid in the transformation of their bodies—it was quite a common thing.

Welber nodded without surprise and, after giving it some thought, suggested,

"Sir Colin, if you want more Knight Breathing Methods, you might consider consulting Sir Erwin; the Roon Royal Family should have many in their collection."

'Erwin, huh...' Colin nodded, "Thank you for the suggestion, Sir Welber."

Onions took him back to their family's residence.

After enjoying a few sips of the red tea served by a maid, Onions came back with a book titled "Giant Mountain's Knight Breathing Method."

After briefly flipping through it, Colin handed the spear back to Onions.

Seemingly recalling something, he consulted with Onions and then took back the spear to make some modifications.

He sabotaged the magic pattern inside, letting it retain only the basic sharpness and sturdiness—but not its original capability of attaching flames through infused magic power.

The modification wasn't to conceal the spear, after all, as it was just an ordinary spear witch tool, so common that there was no worry it could expose them as having obtained war loot.

It was a friendly form of assistance, indirectly reducing the value of the spear, thus lessening the risk for Onions of possessing it.

After these preparations, they did not linger, and returned to Golden Barley.

...

In the evening, after finishing his shift, Colin went to the White Tower.

"Do you want some Knight Breathing Method for your research?" Erwin asked.

"Yes, Sir Erwin, I could exchange it for Magic Stones or other items."

"No need," Erwin paused for a moment, then shook his head and spoke, "I will have someone take you to the Palace later."

Colin looked up, his expression somewhat surprised.

"As a stationed wizard, your daily duties contribute to the Roon Kingdom and the entire Neustadt, this is just a small perquisite."

Erwin smiled, his usually stern face softening a bit.

Colin caught the emphasis on the word 'daily' and instantly understood.

The South Tower was not far from the central White Tower; it was obvious that Erwin, the wizard before him, knew every wizard's duty situation...

"What exactly happened with today's call for support?" Erwin continued to ask.

"Today was...," Colin accurately reported the situation.

"Mmm."

Having listened to the report, Erwin nodded, summoned a knight, and finally said,

"He will take you to the Royal Family's library, where, if I remember correctly, over a hundred types of Knight Breathing Method are stored; you are welcome to take a copy of any you need."

Over a hundred types... Colin felt a warmth in his heart, expressed his sincere thanks to Erwin, and hurriedly followed the guide knight to the Palace.

Behind him, Erwin watched Colin's departing figure, smiled slightly, and headed to the third floor of the White Tower.

'This new Golden Feather is more reliable than I imagined.'