Werewolf wizard

Chapter 116: Borgia's Choice and the Invitation of the Forgotten

Borgia emerged from the fantastical, enormous garden and found himself on the shore of Lake Sivernigia.

He collapsed onto the shingle beach, gasping for breath, initially staring blankly at his surroundings.

When he saw the normal lake, the normal sun, the normal trees, the normal-sized stones, and a normal-sized caterpillar crawling on one of the stones, he instinctively squashed the caterpillar with his palm.

Then, belatedly realizing what he had done, he found the act disgusting and wiped the slime from his palm onto the surrounding pebbles.

"I've finally left that damned place. This is the real world. Everything is normal-sized, and as a human, I'm one of the larger creatures here."

Unlike in that damned garden, where almost every insect and plant was several times larger than him.

He had lived there for more than half a year and had developed a sense of inferiority, feeling like a tiny insect in a giant garden. Now, seeing a normal-sized bug, he instinctively crushed it in a fit of rage to prove that he had indeed returned to the 'normal' world.

The classic saying of the Storm God, that humans are the eternal masters, the leaders of all spirits, superior to all animals, in a world where nobles, priests, kings, and commoners have distinct positions.

This world is what he is familiar with.

Borgia even felt a surge of joyful tears. He looked at the long-missed normal sunlight and cried out, "Thank you, Storm God! My prayers to you actually worked. It must have been you who got me out of that damned place."

"Thank you…"

After Borgia finished crying, he sat blankly on the shingle beach and began to think about practical matters.

First, his father was dead, and his mother was just an ordinary noblewoman of the Law God faith in the Achaea region, without even her own estate, unable to help him at all.

He urgently needed allies, and he was penniless. He didn't even have the means to return to the Achaean Peninsula.

He needed money to take a boat, cross the Attica Peninsula, pass Corinth, and enter the Achaea region.

His father was a priest of the Storm God, and his mother was a noblewoman from an ancient Eastern Empire in the Achaea region.

Originally, becoming a bishop in the Achaea region would have been a very meaningful thing.

It would represent the ruling class of the Storm Kingdom beginning to appease the heretical people of the former Eastern Empire, minimizing the aversion of those who believed in the Law God towards them, the Storm Knight class.

This point was still his greatest advantage, the fundamental advantage for his comeback.

Borgia suddenly thought of his father, the Bishop of the Achaea Diocese, entrusting him with words of advice before his death. He looked towards the Peter family's castle in the distance. "Father said that Sunan Peter is a very promising person."

"I should become friends with him."

"I can also borrow the travel expenses back to the Achaean Peninsula from him."

"Religious nobles should be allied with secular nobles. We priests are not good at handling secular affairs and need the help of secular nobles. Sunan Peter's title is a bit low, but the Peter family was originally the most powerful outsider family in this military region."

"With a little effort, upgrading to a county is not impossible. If I can help him complete the title upgrade, I will definitely gain Sunan's friendship."

Borgia's eyes lit up, as if he already had a feasible plan. "Yes, that's what I'll do."

"But…"

Borgia became bitter. When he first came to Peter's territory, he still looked at this territory and Baron Sunan with the eyes of someone leaving the city and entering the countryside, with a high and aloof, indifferent attitude.

At that time, he had his father behind him, his father's guards, the support of a powerful family, and a vast network of connections related to the bishop's position.

He hardly had to worry about anything; his bishop father would help him with everything.

He just needed to follow the rules and didn't have to think about anything.

But now, he was anxiously worrying and guessing what Sunan's attitude would be towards his approach.

After all, he was just imagining it all here.

Perhaps Sunan would not accept his friendship at all.

But Sunan's friendship, for him now, was like charcoal in winter. Without Sunan's help, he was afraid he wouldn't even have the travel expenses to leave Peter's territory.

Borgia suddenly felt that he had grown up a bit. "In the end, people can only rely on themselves."

"From now on, I don't have a father to plan everything for me. I can only use my own brain."

"But can I?"

"In the first twenty years of my life, I always listened to my father's arrangements."

"No, I must be able to. Otherwise, I can only watch others take everything from me."

Borgia gritted his teeth and walked step by step towards Peter's Castle.

…

In the Four Seasons Garden, Sunan had the head maid Pella entertain Borgia and asked Borgia to stay in his castle temporarily, until he had time to see him.

At the same time, after Sunan had Veer soak in the Spring of Life once more, restoring her vitality and increasing her mental strength, he let the two Forgotten Ones leave the garden.

After soaking in the Spring of Life himself, Sunan realized that everyone gains +1 Constitution and +3 Mental Strength the first time they soak in the Spring of Life.

Now, Sunan's normal Mental Strength is 30, and his normal Constitution is 3.2.

+3 Mental Strength is too tempting for wizards in the Second-Class Apprentice stage.

After all, not every Second-Class Apprentice wizard can drink potions that specifically increase mental strength by the ton like he can.

Before leaving, Wizard Coca repeatedly expressed his gratitude and even gave a brass ring as a return gift.

In the forest in front of the Oak Wizard Tower, Veer waved to Sunan and said, "Thank you, Big Brother Sunan."

"I heard from Teacher Coca that you saved me. Thank you so much. The location of our Insect Curse Valley is near Storm Fortress. If you ever come to the capital of the Storm Kingdom, please be sure to contact me."

Although Wizard Coca lost his right arm in this operation, since his goal had been achieved, he was still in a good mood.

He believed that he was old, and the future hope of the school must be on Veer.

He respectfully said to Sunan: "Senior Sunan, this brass ring is our school's contact ring. You can use this ring to contact us, as long as it's roughly within the Storm Kingdom."

"Insect Curse Valley welcomes you to visit, exchange magic, and share knowledge."

Sunan didn't expect the location of Insect Curse Valley to be in the capital of the Storm Kingdom.

No wonder they were operating within the Storm Kingdom.

But if he were to go to the capital, he could indeed visit Insect Curse Valley to collect some magic.

The magic of these Insect Curse School wizards is quite interesting.

Sunan still remembered that he had once discovered an ancient book related to the Deep Blue Wizard.

The Deep Blue Wizard also left his magical inheritance in the Capital Library of the Storm Kingdom's capital.

Sunan said, "Okay, I'll remember it."

"If I need anything in the future, I will definitely come to you."

Wizard Coca looked at Sunan respectfully and then expressed his welcome.

In his eyes, Sunan was an unfathomable wizard senior, so he was somewhat elated that Sunan said he would come to him, feeling that his face was glowing.

Veer smiled at Sunan and said, "There are many fun things in Insect Curse Valley. If Big Brother Sunan comes over, we can share them together, it's very interesting. For example, in our Insect Curse Valley, there are strong yaks raised with special insects that are not found in the mortal world. The steaks made from them are very delicious and chewy."

"There are also special bugs used for cleaning that keep your room clean forever, not even a cockroach will be there. There are also flying bees that can be used as mounts…"

"Anyway… goodbye."

"Big Brother Sunan."

The two Forgotten Ones also took the initiative to leave the garden.