In the middle of the team, Cornell gently tapped the ground with his magic wand, and the light shield, which had slightly fluctuated due to a rabbit’s intrusion, returned to its original state.
The same light smile remained on his face, neither too strong nor too faint.
He withdrew his gaze.
[Weaverly’s Guardian Light Domain]
An improved version of the First Ring "Alarm Skill," a fine small spell from Huancai City.
It also requires concentration, but the consumption of spiritual power is significantly reduced. While it can run for a long time, it also possesses good flexibility and expandability.
When adventuring, one only needs to use their magic wand as a magic power hub to cast the spell, and the "Guardian Light Domain" can remain undisturbed, continuously working and moving with the Spellcasters.
Before casting, one can even decide which creatures will not trigger the alarm and add special display effects to dangerous demons for special attention.
One could only say, very useful indeed.
Even today, Cornell felt fortunate for that afternoon two years ago when he chose not to celebrate the successful completion of a mission with his teammates at a tavern, but instead took a solitary stroll through a bookstore in the city.
Otherwise, he feared he’d never come across this cleverly devised, intricately structured practical spell in his lifetime.
Speaking of which, after returning to the academy, he even searched for "Weaverly," the creator of the spell, in the library.
Unfortunately, despite scouring the relevant collections, he found no useful information.
The Aifala Continent has a long history, even those mighty divine beings who sit high above in the Divine Country, having lost the concept of "lifespan," have instances of demise.
How could countless ordinary people like them easily leave their mark in history?
Not to mention ordinary spells like the current "Alarm Skill." Even higher spells like the Sixth Circle "Fiery Sun Beam" or the Ninth Circle "Meteor Burst," how many people can remember the names of their creators?
If the time span is extended, starting from ancient times, even those who have stood at the top of the worldly pyramid, the "Legendary," are not much more numerous than the stars in the sky.
In such a situation, combining the long span of time and innumerable once brilliant figures, for Mages, this group with the greatest creative capacity in this world.
Almost every spell, even mere tricks like "Mage’s Hand" and "Dancing Light Skill," has countless variants and extensions.
It’s just that the vast majority of them, after being created by their boring inventors, were buried under parchment, hidden in cobweb-covered corners, and vanished into the river of time.
Only a small part with certain utility value, and relatively good luck, have been passed down.
If one must say, the magic traps Cornell set up while camping these days also belong to the improved type.
With a broader alert range, the ability to distinguish between friend and foe (assuming a spell mark is engraved), even the cost is considerably reduced.
The entire set-up process requires only a few dozen Gold Coins and can be reused.
Simple and reliable, yet economical.
A few days ago, he drove away a few passing gnolls without any loss.
If not for the fact that Volga, the Half orc, wrecked a large part of it when rushing back for dinner that night, it might have lasted until the end of the mission.
"Forget it, I’ll just deduct it from his food expenses later on,"
Cornell lightly shook his head, glancing at the Half orc beside him, carrying a rabbit and drooling from his mouth, apparently contemplating whether to eat the rabbit’s leg or head first.
He’d already made up his mind to account for the trap losses to him.
"This so-called ’Hunting Day,’ does it actually just mean more goblins?"
The tall, blond elf man, frowned, controlled an invisible breeze around him, blowing away the cobwebs hanging from the branches ahead.
"Every year, they make such a big deal out of it. I heard even the bounty on goblins has been increased by nearly half."
"Adding up all the thousands, tens of thousands of them, the subsidies in Gold Coins could almost be enough to hire those large adventure groups with Transcendents in command."
"Why does the Association still pinch pennies, sending those little adventurers without even a professional level to risk their lives?"
"How much better to be rid of it all in one stroke."
The Half orc might not even fully understand what was being said, so he couldn’t possibly answer; the fully armed human warrior is always taciturn, rarely speaking to anyone.
In the entire team, probably only Cornell would respond to him at such times.
But strangely enough, facing the elf’s complaints and doubts, the expression on the mage’s face didn’t seem surprised at all.