Single Spell Sorcerer-Chapter 87: Something Interesting

"You did what?" the hermit’s child-like voice sounded amused at the prospect of what he had done. "So that means you do not have memories from that far back. Well, that will certainly be a handicap, won’t it?"

Jax nodded, thinking.

Could he tell the man about the fact that he was an Ascendant? Would that be unique enough?

That was assuming that Ascendants were unique to begin with. While Ascendants were one-in-a-million rare, with billions of people running around in every world, there were bound to be hundreds of them anywhere at any time.

As a result, Jax feared that someone else may have already provided that unique knowledge.

Jax thought about the fact that he had a restriction called Single Spell Sorcerer, and wondered how rare it was. It was certainly rarer than just being an Ascendant since each Ascendant’s restriction was different. But, was it really any more unique than people who came to this world on just a single spell? freewebnoveℓ.com

Surely there were many who didn’t bother learning more than a single spell.

So, while it was unique in terms of Ascendants, overall, it wasn’t unique.

"What’s wrong? You can’t think of any?" the hermit asked, sounding disappointed. "That’s fine. If you can’t think of anything, you can just leave. I won’t force you to tell me anything."

"No, I will answer," Jax said quickly. "In fact, I just thought of one."

"Alright," the hermit said. "But I must warn you. There is a magic circle in that room that will tell me the moment you lie. So... try not to lie."

Jax looked down at the wooden floor, wondering where this magic circle was and how it would tell if he was lying or not. Not that it would matter, since he didn’t plan on lying.

"I saw a man die," Jax said.

"You... what?" the hermit sounded confused. "You saw a man die? What is so interesting about that?"

"I saw him again a month later."

The hermit didn’t speak for a while. "Did you meet a corpse?" he asked after some time had passed. "A necromancer must have come through there. Or was he resurrected? Although, I can’t imagine the 10th Carriage having that sort of magical progress."

"Could be," Jax said. "Is that interesting?"

"My magic circle tells me you’re lying about something," the hermit said. "About the part that you believe could be a necromancer’s work or that the person might have been resurrected. You do not, do you? You have some other idea."

"I don’t believe in them, but I also don’t have any other ideas," Jax said. "Normally, you likely wouldn’t be impressed if I said I don’t know what happened."

"I would," the hermit spoke. "In fact, I find anything interesting. The only difficulty you have is to increase how interested I am in this topic."

"Well, then you might find this more interesting. I assume that you know what a helper is."

"I do," the hermit said, sounding curious. "They are God’s sons and daughters. How does this dead man coming back to life have anything to do with a child of God? Was it their work?"

"It was not," Jax explained. "As I said, I do not know how they came back to life. And I’ve asked my helper to check, and she says that she doesn’t know how that happened either. She searched about it for hours and she could find no information at all."

"How interesting. Tell me everything in detail."

Jax told the hermit about the old man, how he appeared out of nowhere, wounded and tortured. Each time he arrived, the old man had tried to kill him, and hadn’t succeeded either of the two times.

"I have never heard of something such as that happening in my life," the hermit said. "Truly fascinating. Thank you for this interesting experience you had, young man. I will be sure to note it all down."

"You’re welcome. So, can I get that information I am looking for?" Jax asked.

"Of course. Just a second."

Jax waited around for a moment, not knowing where the hermit had gone off to. After a while, however, something suddenly dropped from the hole in the ceiling.

A thick book landed on his lap, carrying with it a smell of preservatives.

"Zane will show you a place where you can sit and read."

Jax smiled. "Thank you!"

Having any information about the monsters of this area would be immensely helpful.

Jax walked out and met the man again, who seemed to have his brows narrowed. "Uhh... I did try to tell you I am not who you were looking for," he said.

"I know now," the man said, looking down at the book he carried. "You can sit on the couch and read."

Jax thanked the man and walked over to the couch next to the window and began reading the book in sunlight. The book detailed all the beasts that were found in the vicinity of the Oak Valley.

There were no different types of fields around the Oak Valley with varying degrees of strength. There was in fact just one field, and that was the forest.

However, there were many beasts to be fought around the forest, each of which was unique all on their own, and had varying degrees of strength. From what Jax read, their strength wasn’t something that one could simply discern from what they were.

The same beast could be either weak or strong. All Jax could do was remember its strengths and weaknesses and try not to die.

A few people arrived in the hermit’s home during the time Jax was there, and they left not long after. He wondered if they were being paid, since they didn’t take any books back with them.

Jax spent hours going through the book learning about the different monsters such as Three-headed Gorgon, Giant Mud slimes, and Starving Vultures, trying to memorize it all. When he was sure he had learned everything he had needed to, he finally left.

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