The sudden pain Fraser had felt previously seemed to be a one-off.
His condition had returned to being stable, reactivating his enhancement technique, he dashed toward the mountain hurriedly. Fraser suspected that the poison was wearing off, but he wasn't going to take any chances in case it was getting worse. He was hoping that the village on the side of the mountain would have an antidote, if not, Fable City would surely have one, after all, it was the capital of South Fable, Fraser would be surprised if they didn't have an antidote for such a low tier cave spider.
Fable City was extremely popular among tourists and residents because of its massive trading industry and its safety. Located at the dead center of South Fable, such safety was almost guaranteed. Not to mention it was surrounded by dense naturally formed mountains, namely the Sovereign mountain range. However, Fable City was especially liked by sorcerers, as the mortal population was near zero there.
This was because one had to cross over the mountain range to get to Fable Valley, where the city lay. Mortals were unable to cross these mountains due to their immense height and dangers, few mortals were ever able to traverse them, most of the people who successfully crossed the mountain range were capable sorcerers who were at least peak tier one level.
The lack of mortals set the bar for trading and entertainment at a high level, piquing the interest of strong sorcerers and drawing them in to visit.
This type of appeal also applied to Fraser, he needed a high tier healer to restore his arm for him, and also a society to trade his goods in. Fable City ticked all boxes, and with extra benefits too.
But, it did have its drawbacks, such a popular and safe city would naturally be expensive to take refuge in, along with basic necessities, all these things would cost a hefty price in total. But Fraser was willing to accept these costs, he already had plenty of food stored in his sack to last him quite a while, so this mainly left the price for rent. Selling the corpses of the midnight blades and the empty meridians would help in this factor. He already had six hundred and eighty-two glimmers as well, this was a significant sum for a tier two sorcerer, tier two sorcerers usually had about one to two hundred glimmers in stock at the very maximum. Most lived off of about fifty or sixty, while tier one sorcerers barely made a living, usually having about twenty or thirty glimmers at maximum, which was just about double the amount of a working mortal.
Considering this, Fraser had an outstanding amount of wealth, rivalling the savings of tier three sorcerers. Tier three sorcerers were thought of as basic sorcerers who are able to consistently use their arcane properly, beyond that is tier four which was respected among societies, and tier five considered elites. Sorcerers above rank ten don't associate with sorcerers below that level, they form their own groups and societies, hidden away from sorcerers below tier ten, most of these low tier sorcerers even treat the existence of sorcerers higher than tier ten, as myths and legends, believing tier ten was the pinnacle of cultivation and arcane mastery.
Relief flashed over Fraser's expression, reaching the foot of the mountain, it stood over him like a giant looking down at an ant. Fraser decided to rest and eat before going up the mountain, when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him.
A pack of four lightfire wolves emerged from behind dense bushes, their menacing gaze locking onto Fraser.
There were three tier two wolves and one tier one wolf, a simple group for Fraser to dispatch.
He let down his guard, sighing in pity for the wolves. Maybe back when he was tier one, this would be a difficult situation to handle, but at his current level, it was a different story.
"Child's play." Fraser thought to himself.
Without wasting time, he attacked first, immediately immobilizing two of the tier two wolves with frost, and killing the tier one wolf directly.
Fraser lunged toward the last wolf with killing intent in his heart, the hairs on the wolf stood up on their ends, signifying its fear, yet instead of running, it shot a beam of light toward Fraser.
"Huh, strange." Fraser was surprised it didn't run away, dodging the beam of light before coming into a deep realization.
"This is a trap!" He lunged backward, as the figure of a well-built tall man appeared in the direction he was dodging toward, holding a sharp blade.
"Good instincts, kid. But those won't save you a second time."
Murderous intent imbued into his words, the wolves growled in chorus with the mysterious man.