Limitless Summoner: Rise of the Soul God

After finishing the hearty meal, Ethan felt he was ready to do some training again. But this time, instead of fumbling on his own, he decided to ask the old hag for a little more help and guidance. A basic fire spell would be great, and while she was at it, it would be nice if she would teach him how to change his appearance. Yup, that would solve a lot of his problems.

He walked down the stairs, fully determined. The house was quiet, the only sound being the creak of the wooden stairs under his feet. He found Agnes in her usual spot, hunched over her desk with a pile of papers and odd trinkets scattered around. She was scribbling furiously, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Ethan cleared his throat. "Hey, got a minute?"

Agnes didn't look up. "What do you want, brat? I only have a couple of minutes, and after that, I have some place to be."

"I want to learn more. I have never received formal education. Could you spare some time to teach me some basics of using magic?"

The old hag paused, her eyes gleaming with interest. "So you have finally decided to commit to this apprenticeship fully? But brat, don't you think you are asking me too much right off the bat without giving anything in return?"

"Please tell me what I can help you with." It was not as if Ethan did not know this was coming. He was already prepared for this.

"Go and water my herbs."

"That's it? Just the herbs?" Ethan was confused for a second. He raised a brow as this felt a bit suspicious. The few herbs in the garden would barely take a couple of minutes to water, especially with his new water magic spell. The trade wasn't all that equal.

However, the old hag seemed to be very serious about it. "Finish it and come find me. I will hand you my grimoire set. It has my collection of notes and magic spells from the beginning. It starts when I was a little girl." She beamed proudly.

Ethan nodded. Since she was a little girl, huh. He suddenly found himself very interested. This could potentially help him out in many, many ways. He couldn't wait to learn more, and he quickly started walking toward the garden when the old hag's voice once again rang out.

"Where are you going, brat? My herbs are out in the fields."

Ethan froze mid-step. "The fields?"

The old hag grinned, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic kind of amusement. "Did you really think my entire collection of rare herbs was growing in that tiny garden? How stupid are you?" She leaned back in her chair, tapping her cane against the floor.

"The fields are about a mile on the northern quarters of the city. It's the only place with the right soil and climate for the rarer breeds. If you want my grimoire, you'll water every last plant. And don't try to half-ass it with that weak water spell of yours. Those herbs are sensitive. Too much or too little, and they'll wither, and then I'll tan your hide."

Ethan's face fell. Of course, it wasn't going to be that easy. Nothing ever was with this old witch. "Okay. I will do my best." Arguing with this old crone never went his way. He just shook his head and left the house, grumbling under his breath.

This was really not a good time for him to be roaming outside like this. He could be recognized by someone. Heck, he might even run into the guy. He walked past a barber shop and then decided to once again revert back to his former hair style.

After a few minutes, he stepped out of the barber shop completely bald. This should give him some time? He kept his head low and weaved through the city until he reached the northern quarters where most of the settlements were.

The area was quieter than the bustling market streets, with scattered houses and vast stretches of farmland. He followed the dirt path Agnes had mentioned, his eyes scanning for the fields. After about fifteen minutes of walking, he spotted them—sprawling rows of herbs, vibrant and lush, stretching out as far as the eye could see.

Ethan's jaw dropped. "You've gotta be kidding me… How the hell am I supposed to water all of this?" He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "That old hag really knows how to work me to death."

"Fuck it." He took a deep breath, his fingers tingling with anticipation. This was a chance to practice his water magic. If he could pull this off, it would be one step closer to mastering the basics. He stepped up to the first row, his eyes narrowing as he focused his mana. "Alright… let's do this."

He raised his hand, summoning his mana. "Aqua Vis… Fluere ad voluntatem." A stream of water spiraled out from his palm, sparkling under the sunlight. "Need this to be a little smaller."

He tried again and focused on using only a small amount of his mana. This time, much less water came out. But it was still a bit much. It took him twenty more tries before he finally got the hang of it. Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire

The only problem was by the time he was done, he was already tired and exhausted. Clicking his tongue, he sat down under a tree to take a break.

Ethan leaned back against the rough bark of the tree, his head thudding as his mana slowly replenished. The sun was high, baking the earth around him, the heat making his eyelids droop. Thankfully, the cool down blowing on his bald head gave a little respite.

In front of him, acres and acres of green fields stretched endlessly, shimmering in the sunlight. It was a warm and beautiful scene. When compared to the life he had lived before coming here, this type of calm and peaceful living wasn't bad at all.@@novelbin@@

He had closed his eyes to enjoy the peace and quiet for a moment when a rustling sound woke him up.