Forbearance

Through Rebecca's account, Raymon learned that she had been taking care of him these days. Because Hobart was also seriously injured, his cousin Martina had to stay in the lower cabin to take care of him, but she still came back to see Raymon every one or two days.

However, the other black valley teenagers who boarded the ship with him did not come for some reason.

"Did you change my clothes?" Raymon suddenly thought of this, but as soon as the words came out, he knew he shouldn't have asked.

Embarrassed and blushing, Rebecca lowered her head for a long time before nodding slightly. Then, like a frightened deer, she quickly took the empty bowl on the table and ran away.

A sly smile appeared on Raymon's face. As he watched Rebecca's disappearing back, Raymon slowly frowned.

The situation was troublesome. The ship would dock in a month. Although Raymon didn't know where the Tower was located, it seemed that he couldn't go there before his strength grew.

Raymon smiled bitterly. When his eyes fell on the shriveled waist bag, he could only shake his head in depression.

He actually met an official wizard robbing by taking advantage of the situation on the ship. It seemed that not only was the magic tool essential, but magic stones were also necessary for wizards.

"Don't let me catch the opportunity; otherwise, I'll take back the principal and interest together!" Raymon resentfully took a vow in his heart. However, he knew that his strength was worlds apart from the official wizards.

Even Jeffery's protective force field, a Level 3 apprentice wizard, required the power of his magic tool to break. Raymon guessed that his magic tool could not break through the energy force field surrounding the official wizards.

Under the chip's careful inspection, Raymon knew that his body had recovered. The more than ten days of coma should be the consequence of forcibly activating the magic tool when his mana was depleted.

As Raymon was thinking, he heard the conversation between Mr. Haimens and his bodyguard Elvis outside. The three soon entered the room.

As soon as he entered the door, Mr. Haimens, with a delighted expression, walked quickly to Raymon and grabbed his wrist.

Hearing the alarm from the chip in his ear, Raymon relaxed his body but let the chip record silently. A strange aura was continuously pouring into the wrist he was grabbed.

Mr. Haimens looked very serious, but he soon let go of Raymon's hand and solemnly warned him, "No big problem. But be careful not to forcibly use the magic tool again in the future; otherwise, you may be drained of mana by the activation requirement of the magic tool and become a dry corpse!"

"Oh la la, oh la la!" Crock, the old man who flashed out from behind Mr. Haimens, let out a smug cry. "Little boy, I, Lord Crock, took great risks for you!"

With a dignified appearance and a fair complexion, only Crock's eyes looked obscene. Raymon hurriedly bowed to express his thanks with a calm face.

Proudly taking out Raymon's magic tool and playing with it in his hand, Crock continued to show off. "This thing is beyond your current ability. To protect you from coveting this magic tool, I'll keep it for you reluctantly. You can come and get it back when your strength improves. What do you think?"

Raymon narrowed his eyes and hurriedly piled up a moved expression on his face. His voice even sounded choked. "Thank you for Lord Crock's care. Raymon will always remember your protection!"

From the corner of his eye, Raymon saw Crock proudly showing off the magic tool in front of Mr. Haimens, then putting it in his pocket. Still with a respectful smile on his face, Raymon frowned unconsciously.

The atmosphere in the room became strange because of Raymon's thanks.

Mr. Haimens' face showed disdain. Even Elvis frowned and glanced at Raymon with regret.

Only Raymon was very calm. He then solemnly expressed his gratitude to Mr. Haimens and his bodyguard Elvis without hesitation.

The more Raymon thanked them, the uglier Mr. Haimens' face became. Soon he left with a fling of his sleeve.

Before leaving, Elvis glanced up and down at Raymon with a strange look. Finally, he nodded slightly and turned away.

Flattered by Raymon's compliments, Crock sat down boastfully and proudly told Raymon about the common sense of magic tools.

For Crock's guidance, Raymon appropriately expressed his gratitude. He flattered and praised Crock from time to time, pleasing Crock and putting him in an excellent mood.

Although angry inside, Raymon, who showed extreme respect, seemed to match Crock's temper. Crock began to tell Raymon about the knowledge of magic tools.

Through Crock's account, Raymon understood that his magic tool belonged to Level 1 wizards to exert its maximum effect. Although he had transcended a level to use it and successfully activated the magic stored in the magic tool, it would still backlash the user to some extent.

However, if one dared to use a magic tool two levels higher than oneself, not only would the user's mana be drained instantly during the activation of the magic tool, but even the body's essence and blood would be drawn by the magic tool, causing the user to die on the spot without activating the magic tool.

With a smug expression, like educating an apprentice, Crock took out Raymon's magic tool again and explained the tube-shaped magic tool's tail.

"Look here. Not only is the maker's alias engraved here in the ancient Gutoris text, but this conspicuous '1' represents the level of the user of this magic tool. Although you may not own many magic tools in the future, you still need to master this knowledge..."

Nodding frequently, Raymon accepted all the knowledge Crock said, whether right or wrong, and let the chip store it first.

Just as Raymon was listening to Crock's account, Rebecca rushed in from outside before Raymon could ask any other questions. She looked panicked, bowed to Crock, and then told them that Mr. Haimens on the ship's deck had found an unidentified flying creature and asked her to inform Crock to go to the deck quickly.

After Rebecca's out-of-breath account, Crock's expression became solemn. He immediately rushed out of Raymon's room as if the matter were severe.

Frowning, Raymon hurriedly asked Rebecca, but Rebecca herself did not see any strange flying creatures. She was caught by Mr. Haimens when she was on the deck.

Hearing Rebecca describe Mr. Haimens' expression, she used extremely cautious vocabulary, indicating that Mr. Haimens attached great importance to this matter...