Return of the Class 8 Mage
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During his growth phase from 12 to 17 years, he engaged in extreme training with Oliver, and even performed with 2nd imperial palace guard units, in parallel. It was the result of a much better diet than in his previous life, and consistently consumed high-quality herbs

“Forget it. I didn't expect to have an unfortunate funeral on board. ”

However, he did not seem to be physically satisfactory to the rough sailor. It was only expected. If only his muscle mass were compared, even Oliver would not exceed the average, at best here.

‘Of course, its power will be stronger than others.’

It would probably be the same for Ian as well. His body could even use mana. How could he compare to the strength of an ordinary sailor?

Of course he didn't need to explain because he didn't come to look for work on the ship.

“It wasn't either. I just have something to ask ...”

“Hey you! You want to sink the cargo to the bottom of the sea? The three of you brought them together! Show off your strength in front of your wife, you little prick!”

The rough-looking sailor shouted, staring at the workers. He no longer seemed interested in talking to Ian. Although sailors were considered rude, it was as if a line had been crossed at this point.

‘Is it time to tell him that in front of them stands the exact same terrible monster?’

Ian was feeling a little frustrated at the moment.

Then he changed his mind.

That might not be necessary.

However,

‘Maybe a member of the same race with that terrible monster will do it.’

‘Maybe there is no need to be a ‘Ian Page, the great wizard of Greenriver’. To ordinary people, even 1 st shaman of a class would be the subject of admiration.

“You must be in a hurry because the departure time of the ship is near.”

“If you know that, stop talking ...”

“What if the ocean freezes?”

Ian spoke, pointing to the end of the pier. As his calm voice filled with mana, it reached the ears of every sailor.

“Sailing is impossible then?”

“Eh?”

“It will also cause problems on the set schedule.”

“Omong blank what kind of you talk about in this weather ...”

“There will be so many losses.”

Finally, Ian reached the end of the pier.

Then he looked down towards the ocean waves, under his feet.

“Cold Wave.”

Ian chanted as he spread his hands towards the sea. Then immediately the bluish cold air and together with mana gathered somewhere. Immediately, it took the form of a sphere, which resembled a bomb to be fired by a cannon.

‘It should....’.

After measuring the vast high seas and the ships that were before his eyes, Ian threw the cold ball into the sea. What's gonna happen? The answer to that question is immediately indicated. At the same time, it was shocking.

Caaack, crack, craaaaaak!

Area, where a cold ball has been thrown. Starting from that point, the sea level began to freeze. The waters around it, where the ships docked, did not escape from it. Instantly the conditions became such that the ships did not budge at all, let alone sail.

“What, what the hell ...”

The sea section in front of the pier instantly froze. After witnessing what was happening before their eyes, each crew member had their mouths wide open in admiration. It made no sense no matter how hard they thought about it, and if there was someone who could make such an inexplicable thing possible, the identity of that person could only be?

“A witch....?”

The attention of the crew, near the pier, naturally stopped in one place. To the young man who said that it was impossible to sail if the ocean froze.

“To repeat myself, I have a question to ask.”

Without noticing the gazes of the crew, Ian, once again, approached the rough sailor and spoke. The big, rough man, who treated Ian as a bothersome fly, started sweating profusely.

“I, I was rude, did not recognize a witch ...”

“It's appropriate not to recognize it, so I'll let it pass.”

“Thank you! Thank you very much!”

“Mc, please call me McFadden!”

The rough sailor's name was McFadden, and Ian brushed off McFadden's broad shoulder as he spoke.

“Bapak. McFaddens. Did you know about Knocking Island by chance? ”

“What? Tok, Tok, Tok Island?”

“Will be appreciated if you mark it on this map.”

Ian opened the map of the western sea of the kingdom as he spoke. If it was just marked on the map, he would find a way to get there.

“It, the....”.

However, there was some doubt in McFadden's response. It seems he doesn't know about Knocking Island. Is there some kind of problem on the island?

“Is something wrong?”

“It….. The island...”.

“It's okay, so please talk.”

“Bahwa…. Children ....”

“Kids?”

“According to the story, which we told our children to sleep...”.

That's how McFadden continues his explanation.

It was told indistinctly, but the main point was that.

Knocking Island does not exist.

It was only a legend, told from the time of the Pilten Empire.

“Everything is fine, only if you want please tell me the story.”

“…..To tell you as it has been revealed in a story, that Knocking Island is no ordinary island.”

“Not a regular island?”

“Mo, move island ...”

McFadden, who momentarily stopped talking out of embarrassment, even started talking about behind the story.

“That, the giant island will move on its own, and in the past, many expert craftsmen who lived on the island will come to the mainland and build houses for the poor, build palace walls, and, knitting clothes, and even making farming equipment. It is also said that it cannot be easily found as it floats freely around the vast ocean…. Cough!”

McFadden even let out a majestic cough.

What would be the reaction if it was a non-magician, an ordinary person who asked ‘how to go to Knocking Island?’ Now, they would laugh out loud and become the joke material of the crew. How silly that question is.

“Did you just say expert craftsman?”

“What? Ah yeah. But how...”.

However, to Ian, it wasn't a silly question or story. He said it was an island of expert craftsmen. Wasn't the core of the story exactly the same as what Ian was looking for?

‘The island must be there.’

Ian sure.

I just need to find him.

‘An island that floats around a vast ocean.’

A difficult challenge has just been added.

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“That's a headache.”

Ian first caused the sea conditions to return to normal. Then he gazed far beyond the horizon for a while.

The traces about the craftsmen had just been revealed without much difficulty. From the weird kid, Craven, to Knocking Island. Most likely, it would be floating around a vast, desolate ocean, so how could this self-moving island be found?

‘Wait.’

That was when Ian's thoughts began to deepen.