Chapter4-Ancient Elvish

"Leit is in trouble?"

Harvey furrowed his brows as he looked at the panting young girl before him, his eyes flashing with confusion.

The girl wore a light blue gown, her figure graceful, her features delicate and beautiful.

Especially her large, watery eyes—they seemed almost capable of speech.

But at this moment, those beautiful eyes were filled with anxiety and worry.

"Where's Joad? Where is he?"

Hearing the voice, Joad sat up from his lounge chair, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

He immediately recognized the visitor—it was Lena, the daughter of Headmaster Simar.

Lena let out a breath of relief upon seeing Joad and hurried over to his side.

"Joad, thank the Goddess of Magic, I finally found you!"

"If I hadn't, I really wouldn't have known what to do!"

Harvey stood to the side, utterly baffled.

Leit was an elite student at the Royal Academy and a top-tier expert in magic arrays.

If something happened to him, shouldn't Lena be looking for the headmaster or the grand scholars?

Why was she running straight to Joad?

"Leit never lets people have a moment of peace," Joad sighed, his expression filled with resignation.

He stood up from the lounge chair, stretched lazily, his tone indifferent, as if he were merely dealing with some insignificant issue.

Lena gazed at Joad, admiration shining in her eyes.

To her, Joad was always so calm and composed… so dependable.

"Where is Leit?"

Joad suddenly asked.

Lena immediately replied, "I had someone bring him over already. I came here first to inform you."

Joad nodded but couldn't help sighing again.

Lena was the headmaster's daughter, far too conspicuous.

Her openly coming to find him like this was bound to draw suspicion, which did not align with his plans to keep a low profile.

Just then, several students rushed over, carrying a stretcher.

On the stretcher lay Leit.

His face was deathly pale, his breathing weak—clearly, he was severely injured.

Harvey immediately stepped forward, attempting to check Leit's condition.

"Leit, are you alright?"

However, Leit pushed Harvey's hand away and staggered off the stretcher.

He stumbled toward Joad and grabbed his arm tightly.

"Joad, help me!"

"My magic array malfunctioned again… I suffered mana backlash!"

His voice was weak but desperate.

Joad patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Don't panic—it's nothing serious. Come with me."

With that, he helped Leit up and led him toward his dormitory.

…

Harvey stood there, stunned, watching Joad and Leit's retreating figures.

His heart was filled with confusion.

"Miss Lena… what's going on?"

"What is Joad doing?"

Lena looked at Joad's back, admiration gleaming in her eyes.

"Joad is healing Leit."

"Healing?"

Harvey was even more confused.

"Nonsense! Leit is seriously injured—how can Joad treat him?"

"This is completely unreliable!"

Lena shook her head, speaking seriously.

"Harvey, you don't understand Joad."

"Every time Leit gets hurt, it's Joad who heals him."

"He's really amazing."

…

Inside Joad's Dormitory

Leit lay on the bed, his face still pale, but his breathing had stabilized significantly.

Joad stood beside him, holding a brand-new notebook, which he then handed over.

"Leit, follow the methods in this notebook and try guiding your mana again."

"The mana backlash in your body should subside soon."

Leit took the book, flipping through a few pages—his eyes widened in shock.

"This is… Ancient Elvish?"

"Yeah, it's a record of Elven techniques for mana control."

Leit took a deep breath and began following the instructions in the book, slowly guiding the mana inside his body.

About half an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes—they shone with excitement.

"Joad, I feel so much better!"

"My mana has stabilized!"

Joad nodded, stretched lazily, and thought to himself—

This Ilan Royal Academy is so unreliable. If I weren't here, it would have already fallen apart!

Looks like he needed to push everyone even harder to improve.

As he thought this, he pushed open the dormitory door—

Only to see Harvey rushing in.

Harvey's eyes swept across the room—when he saw Leit sitting upright on the bed, safe and sound, he finally let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Leit, how are you feeling?"

Leit stood up weakly and gave Harvey a respectful bow.

"Sir Harvey, thanks to Joad's notebook, I was able to recover so quickly."

He gestured toward the book in his hand, his tone sincere.

Harvey was stunned.

He turned his gaze toward Joad, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Joad… what is this about?"

"Where did you even find this notebook?"

Joad shrugged casually, his expression relaxed.

"Oh, I was bored, so I read a bunch of random books."

"I found this notebook in a corner of the library."

Harvey looked at Joad, utterly shocked.

He couldn't believe that Joad not only understood Ancient Elvish but had also managed to find such a miraculous notebook.

Meanwhile, Joad was secretly observing Leit, analyzing his condition.

"Leit's mana fluctuations are even stronger than before."

"Looks like his Array Master level is approaching Beginner Full-Fledged Array Master."

The Array Master hierarchy was similar to that of mages—divided into:

Apprentice Array MasterFull-Fledged Array MasterElite Array MasterAdvanced Array MasterGrand Array Master

Each rank was further divided into Beginner, Mid, and Advanced stages.

And Leit—had clearly reached the peak of Apprentice Array Master, about to break through into Beginner Full-Fledged Array Master.

At that moment, Leit suddenly spoke up.

"Joad, House Rima's people have arrived. Can you deal with them for me?"

Joad nodded indifferently.

"No problem—leave it to me."

With that, he turned and walked out of the dormitory.

But Joad couldn't understand—

Why was Leit working so hard yet still struggling to become a Full-Fledged Array Master?

Array Masters only needed to sense the flow of mana—how hard could that be?

Wasn't this just a matter of using your hands?

…

Outside the Dormitory

As soon as Joad stepped out, Lena quickly followed, lifting her skirt as she hurried after him.

"Joad, wait for me!"

"Where are you going? Can I come with you?"

Joad's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked.

"Lena, why are you following me?"

"I'm not!"

Lena shook her head, sneaking a glance at Joad before a shy expression flashed across her face.

"I just want to talk to you a little more."

"Oh, well… next time. I have something to do right now."

"Huh? What are you doing?"

"Didn't you completely ignore what Leit said? He told me to go to Midwinter Keep."

"Someone from House Rima has arrived there."

House Rima…

Lena's cute brows furrowed as an unpleasant thought crossed her mind.

She instantly thought of Ivy—that detestable woman!

Ivy was the lady of House Rima—rumored to be incredibly beautiful, almost like a princess of the kingdom.

But what troubled Lena the most—

Was what she had heard from her father—that House Rima and House Whide had once discussed the idea of marriage.

So was Ivy here… for Joad?

Lena's heart filled with an unprecedented sense of crisis.

She quickly opened her mouth, wanting to question Joad further—

But when she looked up, Joad's figure had already vanished.

On the other hand, Joad had finally escaped Lena's "clutches"—there was no way he was going back so easily.

Besides, Midwinter Keep was a truly remarkable place, rich in talent and opportunity!

After handling his official business, he absolutely had to stop by the tavern for a drink—and, of course, pay a visit to that gorgeous, fiery, and incredibly seductive tavern keeper!

With this thought in mind, Joad once again activated the mana within his body.

His Levitation Spell surged forward, increasing his speed by roughly 30%—but at the cost of double the mana consumption!

Not that Joad cared.

After all, his mana reserves had already reached a truly terrifying level.

If he wanted to, he could stay afloat in the sky for half a month!