The next day, after breakfast, Lith could notice that people were looking at him with astonished eyes. He had no idea if it depended by his new set of rings and the amulet in plain sight, over the shirt. After all, only the user knew its quality, they looked all the same.

Another possibility was that the news from the Master healer class had started to spread. Either way, he didn’t care. Lith just waved his hand to those who stared at him for too long, giving them the finger and forcing them to turn around.

The first lesson would be with Professor Trasque again, this time in Theory of Combat Magic’s training hall. While everyone else was on foot, checking the map from time to time, Lith flew straight to destination, arriving several minutes earlier.

He spent that time with Solus, reviewing all the contingency plans they had prepared against Professor Nalear’s dumbing effect.

Thanks to Soluspedia, he had no need to read and memorize what was required for any lesson, but he still needed to practice the accents and hand signs.

Knowing was not doing. Still, Soluspedia had given him a lot of spare time, compared to his peers, and he had used that time to prepare for the worse.

Lith had no idea if his new body was so much worse than his old one against hormones, or if his problem was psychologic.