Therefore, most spellcasters living in the central area of Asshai are solitary, with only a very small number having other spellcaster disciples to serve them.
As a Shadowbinder, Master Qimier naturally had no disciples or companions. He could only walk alone through the pitch-black streets of Asshai, heading towards the Magic God Temple.
Although shadows are the domain of Shadowbinders, the streets of Asshai at night are an exception. Even after living in Asshai for so many years, he still felt a sense of fear.
Fortunately, the Magic God Temple was not too far from his residence. After turning a corner, he saw the undying fire burning on the altar of the Magic God Temple. This undying fire illuminated the surroundings and brought some warmth to those nearby.
No matter how evil the spellcasters of Asshai are described by the outside world, or how much they crave darkness, as long as they are still normal humans with normal human ways of thinking and ideas, no one will feel revulsion towards fire in the darkness. This holds true even for Shadowbinders who yearn for darkness.
"Master Qimier, you of all people would come to the Magic God Temple?" As Master Qimier approached the temple gate, a voice as hoarse as grinding rocks suddenly emerged from beneath the undying fire's brazier.
Master Qimier stopped, turned his head to look at a figure completely wrapped in black cloth, leaning against the brazier, and said, "Jhaben, you haven't left Asshai yet?"
The figure was silent for a moment, then said, "I was brought here as a baby, grew up here, became an adult, and grew old. This is my home; I don't want to leave."
A trace of emotion, long forgotten by Master Qimier, appeared in his eyes. The man before him was once someone he could only look up to. He was the most powerful Dark Warlock in Asshai, and also the most powerful spellcaster. He was once called the King of Asia, and all of Asshai was his private garden. Especially in the darkness of night, he was unparalleled.
If there was anyone in the world most deserving of the titles'Son of Shadows' and 'Asshai native,' then it would be this man.
However, this Dark Warlock, who was most qualified to be called an Asshai native, is now constantly being harmed by the power of Asshai. The darkness he once considered his territory is now the source of his pain. Even his former enemies now have no interest in moving against him, which shows how dire his current situation is.
Master Qimier said in a low voice, "If you continue to stay, you will either become a lost soul or be corrupted by the dark curse within your body…"
"I know, kid. I've dealt with countless lost souls and warlocks corrupted by dark curses. Of course, I know what will happen." The figure stood up from the ground. His height was clearly abnormal, close to three meters, like a small giant, completely different from how he looked curled up on the ground.
It was precisely because he stood up that the black cloth wrapped around him could no longer conceal his body. His body was still human, but all his bones and muscles had been forcibly elongated and enlarged, and his entire skin was covered in black spots. These black spots were not painted on like a coating, but came from within his body. The most eerie part was his head; his forehead was sunken, and in the sunken pit, a mass of black light, even darker than the surroundings, swirled within it.
Master Qimier felt a touch of tension at this moment, taking a slight step back, and said, "Are you here to seek help from this non-existent god of magic?"
"Don't comment on things you don't understand," Jhaben said, walking with difficulty into the temple.
Although Jhaben's stature was enormous, this immensity seemed more like a pathological condition. He even had difficulty walking normally, only able to move forward little by little, and had to lean on the wall to keep from falling.
"Lord Jhaben, are you in pain again? You just had your potion; you can't have any more now. Please bear with it!" Inside the temple, a person dressed in a monk's robe, seeing Jhaben's difficult entry into the temple, stopped his ongoing prayer and said to Jhaben.
"Brother Quellier, you don't need to worry about me. I was just a bit tired of staying outside and wanted to come in and listen to the sounds. You can just do your own thing." Jhaben sat down by the altar, leaning against the wall, then looked at the statue of the god of magic, crafted from black stone in the likeness of Lynd. Unlike the storm god statue and the Godsworn statues under the Seven Gods, Lynd's statue had no adornments whatsoever, not even runes on his armor, making it very simple.
Quellier is a Blood Witch and a renowned spellcaster in Asshai. Several years ago, he went to Kohor to gather materials and happened to encounter Lynd's magical attack on Kohor, developing an inexplicable admiration for Lynd.
Afterwards, he followed the spellcasters of Kohor to Summerhall, where he also saw organizations established by Lynd, such as the Tranquil Court and the Mages Association. However, he did not choose the Mages Association or the Tranquil Court, nor did he choose to join the Black Hollow. Instead, he became a monk of the god of magic, deciding to go to Asshai to spread the faith of the god of magic, and at the same time, guide the spellcasters of Asshai to Summerhall to join the spellcaster organizations under Lynd, because in his view, the organizations established by Lynd were the future of spellcasters.
Because Asshai is too far from Summerhall, and Quellier had passed the Redemption Sanctuary's trial, and it was the highest-level trial, his loyalty was impeccable. When he came to Asshai, Lynd also used dragon glass to replicate a sacrifice stone tablet, and had Malora teach him several potions that could be made using the stone tablet, to facilitate his missionary work in Asshai. The magical elixir that is now very popular in Asshai comes from his hand.
It is a pity that most of the spellcasters in Asshai are unbelievers. They are very interested in magical elixirs but scoff at the god of magic. In these past few years, not a single believer has been recruited. Instead, some spellcasters who had no choice but to leave Asshai, under his persuasion, decided to go to Summerhall to see the holy land of magic he spoke of.
However, this month, the number of followers of the god of magic finally had a breakthrough. Asshai's renowned Dark Warlock, the King of Asia, actually began to believe in the god of magic. Even though Jhaben was already cursed and seriously ill, on the verge of death, it still filled Quellier with a sense of accomplishment. That is why he spared no effort in using the potions he could provide to sustain Jhaben's life.
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