Chapter 3 (2/2)

“Eh, I haven’t seen you only for a few days. Why has your aura… Become strange?”

He felt that Chris had suddenly changed, but he could not tell what was different.

“Maybe I was wrong. It’s more important to start the baptism now. Let’s start now.”

Elder Norton did not care. Only then did Chris let out a heavy breath. He had almost been figured out.

Fortunately, when he logged in yesterday, he had obtained a “Gem” that hid his aura. ‘It seems like it’s time to be careful. Otherwise, my secret, which is that I’m practicing magic, will be exposed,’ he thought.

After the small incident just now, Chris was even more careful in the process, afraid that he would be discovered.

It had to be said that Elder Norton was really dedicated to Chris. The other elves who came to participate in the baptism didn’t mock Chris.

Some of them did not talk to him, but it was because of their personalities.

Finally, after three hours, Norton returned with the other elves.

However, Chris could not understand why the elves, including some female elves, did not mind him watching them during the baptism.

In fact, once the Moon Magic Formation was activated, only the Moon Guardian remained other than the elves who were baptizing.

The two of them could see each other, while the others would be isolated from the formation.

The Elves had a long life span. In the eyes of the elves, who were only considered as adults when they reached their 60s, Chris — who was 13 to 14 years old — was just a three-year-old kid.

Would you be wary of a three-year-old kid?

Soon, Chris stopped thinking and returned to the treehouse to study the Codex of the Undead.

…

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.

In the past six months, Chris had held three baptisms.

The problem that plagued him persisted. After the third baptism, he held an adult elf back, and he finally got the answer to his question.

As the Moon Guardian, he spent his time outside of holding baptisms meditating.

The longer he cultivated, the faster he progressed. He was now a Level 6 Sorcerer.

In half a year’s time, his cultivation had surpassed that of a Mage Apprentice, a Beginner Mage, an Intermediate Mage, and an Advanced Mage. He had reached the level of a Sorcerer. This strange speed was truly shocking.

That night, Chris finished studying the Codex of the Undead and was about to rest when he suddenly heard footsteps.

“Hmm, it’s so late. Who else would come to the Moon Well? An elf?” Chris sensed the other party’s existence thanks to his Natural Magic.

From what he sensed, a sneaky figure had thrown a sleeping spell at his tree house.

Chris immediately laid down and pretended to be asleep. He wanted to see what this guy was up to.

This guy was actually still at ease. He looked into the treehouse a few times and confirmed that Chris had been hit. Then, he took out a whistle from his pocket and blew it gently.

Strangely, there was no sound.

However, Chris noticed that the magic elements in his surroundings started to vibrate slightly at the moment the whistle was blown.

‘Could it be some tool that is used to send magic signals through long distances?’ Chris thought to himself as he heard a flurry of footsteps approaching.

A few figures appeared in the distance, but unlike the dark figures from before, these people were not elves.

“They are Hunters.”