A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 913: Garrett, Your Mental Strength is Not Magic!

"So, Lynn's teacher doesn't plan to go rescue anyone?"

Archmage Byerbo asked casually while rummaging through his spatial equipment for relevant spell materials. Garrett shook his head lightly.

"I didn't ask."

"Hmm?"

"If he plans to rescue someone, he would come to me to discuss what to bring. If he doesn't go, why should I make things difficult for him?"

In this world, no one owes anyone anything by default. Garrett wanted to rescue people on his own accord, but he couldn't impose this on others.

Besides, according to the rules of the Magic Council, a teacher's responsibility to a student ends when the student graduates. Unless the student is a direct disciple inheriting the teacher's legacy, any further guidance after graduation requires additional compensation.

Of course, senior brothers and sisters who stay by the teacher's side, equivalent to top scholars working under a renowned academic in a previous life, remain closely connected with the teacher, managing significant sub-projects independently under the teacher's main research topic.

In such cases, it's normal for the teacher to provide daily guidance and offer help in times of crisis.

As for Brother Lynn, he had left the school for many years and declared himself as Garrett's follower, living permanently in Garrett's Mage Tower...According to the rules among mages, compared to Archmage Edgar, Garrett was now Lynn's employer, responsible for him. If a rescue was needed, Garrett should be the first to act, seeking help only if his strength wasn't enough.

Archmage Byerbo nodded slightly, falling silent. Beside him, the senior sister chuckled.

"If he wants to go, let him. At level 9, he should venture out more. So, Little Garrett, have you decided which spells to make permanent?"

Garrett took a deep breath, instinctively straightening his back.

At this moment, he could only thank himself for diligently studying these past few days, avoiding a cramming session the night before an exam.

Though it was the senior sister asking, the teacher might be listening too...

"Feather Fall is definitely a must. It's the top life-saving spell," Garrett answered smoothly.

"Comprehend Languages and Glibness are also essential for traveling in unfamiliar areas, one for listening and one for speaking. Detection Spell, Darkvision, and See Invisibility are also very useful. If possible, I'd like to add Resistance Boost."

The two archmages exchanged glances and nodded slightly. Archmage Byerbo smiled.

"Good combination, but it's best to add a Mindlink. Your combat instincts and alertness in the wild aren't sufficient..."

Ignoring Garrett's resentful gaze, he continued relentlessly.

"With a Mindlink, connecting to an experienced and vigilant warrior would buy you some reaction time."

Alright, I get it, I'm a novice... Garrett nodded gloomily. Archmage Byerbo stood up.

"Let's find a place to cast the Permanency spells. Applying several spells at once will be a significant strain on your body and mind. It's best to do only one per day."

So, it would take seven... no, eight days? The sooner we depart for the rescue, the better...

"Can we do three a day? At least two?"

The senior brother frowned slightly. Seeing Garrett's eager expression, he sighed and reluctantly nodded.

"We can try. But if it becomes too much, you must stop immediately!"

Garrett obediently nodded and followed his senior brother into the innermost, most secure room of the lab.

Once the door was closed, not a sound from outside could be heard, not even magical fluctuations. Archmage Byerbo instructed Garrett to remove his shirt and pants, leaving only his undergarments.

"The earliest method of using Permanency spells involved tattooing directly on the body. Though improved now, drawing magic arrays is still better if you want to cast multiple spells in one day..."

With a gesture, a jar of magical paint appeared out of thin air. He began applying it to Garrett's body. Legs, thighs, chest, soft and curved patterns like clouds and feathers appeared all over Garrett's body.

"The power of Feather Fall mainly affects the body. Specifically, applying it to the legs and torso is enough, leaving the head and hands for other spells."

Garrett nodded obediently. Archmage Byerbo circled him, ensuring the magic patterns were accurate, then made a few gestures.

A powerful wave surged forward. Garrett shivered immediately.

Wind, strong wind, making his hair stand on end, blowing from all directions, entering every pore. Just standing there, he felt an increased buoyancy in the air, as if it was trying to lift him up.

"How is it?"

Archmage Byerbo watched him closely. Only after the elemental fluctuations faded, leaving just some residue of the magic symbols on Garrett, did he speak.

"How do you feel? Any physical or mental fatigue? Can you handle another Permanency spell?"

Garrett flexed his arms and jumped in place. Then he smiled brightly, resolute.

"Not tired at all! Let's do another!"

Archmage Byerbo scrutinized him suspiciously and cast several detection spells. He examined the feedback repeatedly, muttering softly.

"Knight..."

Garrett decided to pretend he hadn't heard. As for what Old Morgan said about his physical qualities, like strength and bone density surpassing knight standards, but lacking refined combat will, preventing him from entering the knight stage...

Ahem, such matters mustn't be revealed to the senior brother.

Archmage Byerbo muttered for a while, then used a Cleansing Spell to remove the remaining magical paint from Garrett's body and started drawing a new magic array. Muttering as he worked.

"Unlike Feather Fall, Comprehend Languages mainly affects your mind... Let's take a different approach, reducing your burden... How is it now?"

When activated, there was a slight tightness at the temples, like a taut cotton thread—much milder than the feeling of a headband. Garrett shook his head to dispel the discomfort.

"Another one!"

"Another one!"

After the fourth spell was made permanent, Archmage Byerbo was completely stunned. He looked at the energetic, fatigue-free Garrett, frowning, casting detection spells one after another.

"This isn't magic! Your physical strength is one thing, but the solidity of your mental power—what level of mage does it correspond to? Level 10? Could it be level 11?"

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