Da Fei thought once again of Grandma Anwen. At that time, the old lady was capable of everything and taught this newcomer, himself, so much. As for now, in Heaven, it's my turn to teach Anlicia!
Da Fei called Anlicia over again, and said seriously, "You are now a Master-level Arcanist. Do you have the confidence to reach Grandma's level?"
Anlicia sighed slightly, "Not confident."
Da Fei couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. It made sense. The old lady was a Druid Mage profession, automatically gaining knowledge with each level up. Her vast Mana Reserve created miracles again and again. But Anlicia was a Ranger, a warrior profession! Getting a warrior to do a Mage's work—isn't that just asking for trouble?
Da Fei asked, "The Master-level Arcane Spell 'Summoning Mist' is a very important magic, have you mastered it?"
Anlicia spread her hands, "I've mastered it, but I can't use it. Summoning Mist requires 150 mana, and I only have 50."
