I Am Not A Goblin Slayer

"This is good news. By the way, see if we can contact that adventure group to inquire if they have any stock left," Gauss affirmed.

"No problem, I’ve already sent someone to contact them. It’s a pity, if we could also learn Clay Magic, we could relieve some of the burden for you, Captain," Ivan said regretfully.

Captain Gauss had once bought a roll of blank spellbook, wanting to write down that Clay Magic and related experiences, but unfortunately, it failed for unknown reasons, and no one was able to master Captain Gauss’s Clay Magic.

Gauss’s face showed a hint of complex expression.

He suspected that his Clay Magic couldn’t be taught, possibly related to it being a spell directly rewarded by the Adventurer’s Handbook.

On the market, the principles of spellbooks and skill books are not actually complicated. A professional who masters the related skills purchases a special magic item, namely a blank skill book corresponding to their level, and then expends their energy to "copy" a version.

During this process, besides the valuable blank skill book itself, the writer also loses a part of the "experience" of the skill, which may not be successfully replenished later.

After all, a skill book is not just made with words and pictures; it contains a great deal of the caster’s personal dedication and understanding of the skill.

This is also the reason why the prices of spellbooks and skill books remain high.

Professionals on the rise may not be willing to expend their "experience" to copy a skill book, even though they can regain the proficiency through effort later, it still requires a lot of time.

Only those professionals who have stalled without ambition would take on the job of a scribe for money.

Moreover, they can’t copy them in bulk in a short time, or they might permanently lose the skill.

Because skill books are hard to come by, the higher level spellbooks are fewer in number and more expensive. The more popular the spell, the cheaper it is, and the more niche the spell, the more expensive it is.

Gauss was actually willing to teach Clay Magic to relatively loyal subordinates, which would mean more free labor within the team.

Sadly, as Ivan said.

He tried but failed.

The Clay Magic written with a blank skill book by him was just a piece of waste paper, holding no learning value.

He analyzed that the spell directly rewarded by the Adventurer’s Handbook might be highly bound to him, so it couldn’t be shared.

However, he took a less frequently used trick he learned through personal effort for a test.

Though it was quite strenuous, he barely succeeded.

But after the test, he didn’t continue the idea of imprinting spells.

He felt an invisible harm from frequently consuming proficiency to copy spells.

He didn’t lack the money, so there was no need to throw away the watermelon for the sesame seeds.

He needed to focus on developing his power.

"Don’t worry, I’m enough," Gauss waved his hand, indicating that Ivan need not be too regretful.

Clay Magic does consume some energy. The more clay creatures transformed, the heavier the burden.

However, he wasn’t an ordinary person. His intelligence was sufficient to withstand the mental stress brought by many clay creatures.

Gauss’s Red Dragon Team rested for two days at the Black Tide’s temporary camp.

Soon, after re-supplying, they set off again, heading to crusade against the third Marsh Beastman Race.

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"Run fast!"

A group of five was swiftly moving through the rather muddy wetlands, occasionally turning back to shoot an arrow towards the direction behind them.

Behind them, a group of upright beasts trailed them like ghosts.

It was the Marsh Beastmen.

This adventure group clearly encountered this marsh beastman brigade on their way.

Although most of the beastmen were average in strength, they knew well that among them there were dangerous individuals as strong as professionals.

Moreover, the entire wetlands seemed to be alarmed by the noise people made.

"Don’t linger in battle!"

Medvedeva locked her gaze on the nearest Marsh Beastman, then quickly aimed, pulled the trigger, and the crossbow arrow pierced through the air, precisely embedding in the eye of the beastman with a face as ugly as a tattered cloth.

Yet, Medvedeva, who swiftly turned around to kill a beastman, felt no joy, instead, she frowned and shared her findings with her teammates.

"More and more beastmen are gathering!"

Upon hearing this news, everyone’s pace became even more hurried.

They all knew that getting surrounded would spell big trouble.

Luckily, this five-person squad were all professionals.

With physical qualities above ordinary, even in the muddy wetlands, they maintained considerable mobility and, anyway, they didn’t venture too deep into the wetlands as they were just scouting for intelligence.

A few minutes later.

They successfully left the outskirts of the wetlands and stepped back onto the solid yellow land.

Unfortunately, when they arrived at the old tree tied with their mounts, they only saw broken ropes.

Those horses had long disappeared without a trace.

"Trouble," said Levin, the team leader, crouching down to touch the soil, taking a deep breath.

They had only been away for a short while before the ropes of their mounts were destroyed.