RoleplayNovel Chapter 35 Fire Elemental Sister
Chapter 35 Fire Elemental Sister
During those days when he was enchanting, Chen Mo would occasionally put down the Soul Stone, leave the workshop, walk up the stone steps, and go to the Bard's Academy to find Benjamin.
Benjamin was still sitting in his window seat on the second floor of the college, his gray hair disheveled, with the thick spellbook open in front of him and a cup of cold tea beside him.
He was there every time Chen Mo went.
He's either writing a book or dozing off.
Occasionally, I would glance up at him, mutter "He's here to audit the class again," and then continue writing.
Chen Mo did indeed go there to audit the class.
He needs to learn magic.
In fact, he had asked Benjamin for advice on the way to the wolf skull.
That's what Benjamin said at the time.
"With your meager magic power, you can't even last ten seconds with a Flame Tongue spell."
However, things are different now. To Benjamin's astonishment, Chen Mo demonstrated his magical talent to him.
"How did you do that?" The old man's mouth gaped open.
"That's talent," Chen Mo said.
Benjamin rolled his eyes.
"What do you want to learn?"
Chen Mo stroked his chin. "Summon and restore."
Benjamin nodded. "No problem. A mage who stands still and attacks is just a target on the battlefield. As for summoners—hey, let your summons take the hits while you watch from behind. That's what a smart person does."
Chen Mo studied very diligently.
He mastered restoration magic extremely quickly—so quickly that even Benjamin found it unbelievable.
The healing technique was successful on the first attempt.
A pale golden light emanated from his palm, covering the cut on his arm caused by a fragment of the Soul Stone. The wound slowly healed in the light, like a fast-forwarded scene in a movie.
Benjamin stared at his hands for a long time.
"With your talent," the old man said, his tone carrying a complex, indescribable quality, "it's a shame you're not a therapist."
Chen Mo didn't tell him that perhaps this wasn't talent.
Perhaps it's that star.
Perhaps it was the power of Potema's soul.
He simply nodded and said, "I'll practice some more."
The summoning system didn't fare so well.
The principle of summoning magic is not complicated—use magic to tear a rift between annihilation and Nirn, and summon a demonic creature from annihilation that is willing to fight for you.
Of course, the word "willing" is not quite accurate.
A more accurate way to put it is: use magic to construct a sufficiently stable passage, and then use willpower to tell a certain being in annihilation—"Come here, help me fight, and you'll be rewarded after you're done."
What should we reward?
Benjamin said that demonic creatures are fond of soul power.
When you summon them, your magic will create a faint, soul-like fluctuation in the passageway.
For them, it was a temptation.
Like fish bait.
You don't need to actually give them anything; you just need to make them feel that they can eat good food by following you.
It took Chen Mo a whole week to barely condense a stable summoning rune in his palm.
The rune was dark red, made up of countless fine lines, and slowly rotated above his palm, like a cocoon in the process of forming.
Benjamin, watching from the side with a piece of bread dangling from his mouth, mumbled, "That's about it. Slap the rune on the ground while mentally shouting—'Come here.'"
Chen Mo slammed the rune onto the ground.
Nothing happened. The rune flickered on the ground, like a light bulb with unstable voltage, alternating between bright and dim a few times, and then—it went out.
Not even a spark.
"Let's do it again," Benjamin said.
the second time.
The rune took shape and was slapped onto the ground.
This time the rune did not disappear.
It slowly unfolds on the ground, like a flower in bloom.
Dark red lines spread outward from the center, one, two, four, eight—more and more, denser and denser, weaving into a complex, breathing net.
Then a crack appeared in the center of the net.
It's not a physical crack, but a fold in space itself.
A light that Chen Mo had never seen before shone through the crack.
Something is moving in the crevice.
Chen Mo held his breath.
The thing squeezed out of the crevice—first its head, then its shoulders, then its entire body. It was about half a person's height, its entire body composed of flowing flames, but those flames weren't ordinary orange-red—they were golden-red, the color of the setting sun. Its outline was clearer than any fire elemental Chen Mo could remember ever summoning in the game.
It wasn't a blurry, flickering fire—it had a shape.
The head is round, with two brighter spots on top, like eyes. The shoulders are rounded, narrowing downwards, and then—
Benjamin dropped his bread.
Chen Mo saw it too.
That fire elemental—it—she—a colossal sin.
Full, rounded sins, faintly visible in the flames.
Below that is a narrow waist, then a pert buttock, and then two long legs made of flowing flames.
She stood there, golden-red flames flowing slowly across her body like a layer of living silk.
Her "eyes"—those two brighter spots of light—shifted and looked at Chen Mo.
There was something in that gaze: obedience, and a kind of curiosity.
Chen Mo's face flushed slightly for no apparent reason.
He remembered something.
Fire element enhancement MOD.
It was a mod I randomly added in the game that replaced the original ugly fire elemental that looked like it was crawling out of the ashes with a "fire elemental sister".
She has a great figure and a pretty face (if flames can be considered pretty), and she walks with a graceful sway.
He just thought the original fire element was too ugly, so he casually added a beautification feature. He never imagined that something like that could travel with him.
"The fire elemental you summoned," Benjamin's voice drifted from the side, hoarse, with an extremely strange tone, as if he was trying to suppress something, "something seems a little different."
Chen Mo did not turn around.
He could picture Benjamin's expression at that moment—his old face, his eyebrows probably raised to his hairline, his mouth probably open, and the wrinkles on his chin probably squeezed together from trying to suppress a laugh.
"Fire elemental summoning and all that," Chen Mo coughed, his voice as dry as sandpaper, "hasn't it always been like this?"
silence.
A long, suffocating silence.
Then Benjamin laughed out loud.
He laughed so hard he bent over, tears streaming down his face. Between laughs, he pointed at Chen Mo and said haltingly, "You—you brat—hahahaha—I always felt something was off about you—hahahaha—and sure enough—and sure enough—"
Chen Mo's face turned even redder.
He turned his head, trying to kill Benjamin with his eyes.
But Benjamin wasn't afraid of his gaze at all—the old man was already laughing so hard he was squatting on the ground, the spellbook slipped off his knees and fell to the ground with a thud, but he didn't pick it up.
The fire elemental stood in the center of the room, tilting its head as it looked at the two humans.
Her "eyes" blinked—if the flickering of the flames could be considered a blink—with a soft crackling sound, like firewood popping in a fireplace.
There was a sense of confusion in his voice.
She seemed confused as to why her summoner's face was as red as the flames on her body.
"Alright," Chen Mo said through gritted teeth, "Alright. Stop laughing."