Sorcerer’s Handbook

Chapter 8

Sonya leisurely opened Fundamentals of Water Magic while removing her makeup.

Reading during makeup removal time was perfect, since removing makeup was troublesome. First she had to carefully remove every eyelash with cotton swabs, then wash her eyes with eye wash. She had applied sunscreen on her arms today, and the body wash couldn’t wash it off completely, so she bought a cheap large bottle of makeup remover dedicated to removing sunscreen.

After showering later, she still had to do basic skin care, couldn’t skip the essence sprays, even her eyelashes needed essence, otherwise they would fall out easily, and she didn’t have enough money for “Perfect Glow” eyelash surgery.

All together it took nearly an hour, if she didn’t make time to study during this, how could Sonya have gotten the scholarship last semester?

She was also aiming to summon her first water spirit before next year, best before graduation, and fully manifest the Silver Wings, becoming a one wing sorcerer.

Although Swordflower College wasn’t a top sorcerer College in Cailleach, it was unmatched in nurturing swordmages, watermages, and windmages. As long as these three types of mages graduated normally, they had unlimited prospects.

Among them, watermages often became healers because of their many related healing spells, so it was also Sonya’s chosen major.

After experiencing the prosperous world of Cailleach, Sonya knew relying only on herself, she probably wouldn't get a foothold in this world for decades. So finding a good man as a shortcut into high society naturally became her first choice.

Otherwise, why would she spend so much time, effort and money maintaining her looks, just to give some poor man a bargain?

According to Sonya’s research, among noble wives, over 50% were watermages.

If the noble himself was a mage, this ratio could even exceed 70%!

Watermages were undoubtedly a huge plus when nobles chose their wives!

Compared to watermages, windmages often became weather mages, needing to work outdoors frequently in harsh conditions; swordmages were even more unsuitable, their strong physique was a minus for women...

Sonya’s life plan was very clear:

Become a watermage, then find a way to participate in social events at the Trinity College of Magic, the top magic College in Cailleach, even the top College in the Starchild Archonate, and hook a young noble.

Unlike Swordflower College, Trinity College was where the rich and powerful gathered. That was where Sonya’s future boyfriend would appear, none of the boys at Swordflower caught her eye.

Become a watermage, get to know noble students from Trinity College, then enter high society as a noble wife, use the husband's social resources to build a foundation for herself, so even if they divorced, she could still gain a foothold in Cailleach and bring her mother to live the noble life...

"No, you should practice the sword."

Hearing this familiar yet strange chaotic voice, Sonya's right hand reflexively reached for her weapon.

If not for her seated position limiting her movement, she would have directly activated Flashing Step to evade.

But the next second, she came to her senses, looking at the strange person who had appeared out of thin air next to her in shock. He wore a dark coat and his face was obscured in shadows.

"If I were you, I would first look at how others are reacting."

The Observer leaned against the wardrobe, holding up a finger in a shushing gesture: "If you want to talk to me, think your words silently."

Sonya looked towards Iris and Adele. Adele was tapping the air, clearly absorbed in something on her lightscreen. Just then Iris came out of the bathroom, passing by the Observer without so much as a glance, as if she couldn't see his existence at all.

Sonya lowered her head to look at the floor, and immediately understood - the Observer had no shadow.

Barely holding back the urge to speak out loud, Sonya asked in her mind:

"Who exactly are you?”

“I am called the Apocalypse Observer, you can call me Observer. If you are so forgetful at your young age, I can only recommend abstaining from lust..."

"You know that's not what I'm asking."

"But that's all I can answer you."

The Observer said: "And you know, I used to hate when someone acted all mystical, especially when they dangled important secrets but had that 'you're not ready to know yet' attitude, it made me want to beat the crap out of them."

Sonya stayed silent, only looking at the Observer.

The Observer nodded: "Yes, just as you said, now I've also become that kind of mystical person, because - I discovered it is quite interesting. Especially seeing you obviously furious yet helpless, it really makes my visit worthwhile."

"But isn't this very normal? People often grow into what they most detest, or rather, more detestable people usually live longer."

Sonya suddenly realized a problem, sending chills down her spine.

"You can hear my thoughts!"

"If I couldn't hear your inner voice, how is this different from pantomime?"

"But you can't - you disrespect - even my mental freedom has been deprived by you!?"

"Don't worry, swordswoman, I'm not your enemy." The Observer said: "I'm not even a complete person right now. If you strongly demand it, I can refrain from appearing before you."

"Then what exactly are you?"

"I'm just a distant memory." The Observer shook his head: "Too distant, let's get back to business. To be honest, soon you won't care that I can hear your thoughts."

"What business?" Sonya recalled the cruelty in her dreams.

"First." A blue potion suddenly appeared in the Observer's hand: "You will drink this."

"No, I won't drink it!" Sonya immediately rejected.

But to Sonya's horror, she saw the liquid in the glass bottle visibly disappearing, while at the same time feeling it slide down her own throat!

"Then." The Observer held out a wooden sword: "You want to go practice the sword."

"No, I don't want to!"

The Observer was right, Sonya no longer cared that he could hear her thoughts.

Compared to controlling her speech and actions, listening to thoughts was trivial.

Even with all her might, Sonya could only watch herself take the wooden sword, then -

Swish!

Hearing the grating sound of the wooden chair dragging across the floor, Iris and Adele looked over, just in time to see Sonya's back as she left the dorm with the wooden sword, slamming the door loudly.

"What's her problem?"

Iris muttered softly, but immediately realized it made her seem petty, so she scoffed loudly: "Hasn't practiced swordplay in a year, suddenly going to train tonight? Must be trying to hook up with some senior swordsman!"

Adele blinked, somewhat puzzled: "I don't remember her ever buying a wooden sword before, Ingritt doesn't have this style either, where did she get it from...?"

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