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In George's current situation, he was unable to cast any magic that did not belong to this world; he could only rely on his physical strength. However, this did not mean that he was unable to utilize the vast magical power stored within his body.
As long as he learned magic that operated according to the principles of this world, he could then use his own immense reserves of magic power to amplify the might of those spells. Therefore, even the lowest-level Flames spell, when filled and fueled by his vast magic power, would possess an equally terrifying level of destructive force.
Moreover, in the later stages, once he had thoroughly and completely figured out the fundamental principles of how magic operated in this world, he could then begin to make certain modifications. He could use the principles of this world's magic to replicate the spells he had learned in other worlds.
It would be just like how he had modified the mending charm from the Harry Potter world, adapting it so it could be cast using the magical principles of the Fairy Tail world, and subsequently taught it to the mages of Fairy Tail.
By doing this, the Creator would also not discover his actions, because this would only be equivalent to him developing an entirely new type of magic using the existing magical principles of this world.
It was perfectly normal for mages to research magic; every year, countless mages developed all sorts of new spells. It was just that the vast majority of them would eventually be phased out and eliminated, simply because they were not practical enough or their effects were inferior to some of the classic, pre-existing spells.
As the carriage continued to move, it passed the golden wheat fields, rolled past one farm and meadery after another, and finally arrived at the foot of Whiterun, coming to a stop at the Whiterun carriage service.
The location of the Whiterun carriage service was right next to the Whiterun Stables, the place that specialized in selling horses.
George, with Avel in tow, had just finished paying the carriage fee. As they walked out from the carriage service, they were immediately stopped by the owner of the adjacent stables, Skulvar.
"Honorable sir, are you looking to buy a horse? The horses I have here are the very best in all of Skyrim. They are strong, they are fast, they have powerful endurance, and they can even help you shoulder a large amount of luggage."
"It really is true that 'clothes make the man'." George listened as the stable owner went on with his non-stop, enthusiastic sales pitch, thinking this to himself.
At this moment, the clothes he was wearing were no longer the ordinary villager's outfit from his original body, but rather a set of noble attire he had purchased from the Riverwood Trader. The craftsmanship and materials used were clearly quite exquisite and particular.
Even though it was not enchanted, its value still reached five hundred Septims. This was why the stable owner hadn't stopped any of the other people emerging from the carriage service, but had instead singled out and stopped George. It was obvious just from looking at his clothes that George could afford to buy his horses.
"You go with the owner and pick out two horses," George instructed Avel.
The carriage's speed was still far too slow, and it also tended to take detours for the sake of safety. He planned that after he finished browsing around Whiterun, he would ride a horse directly to Winterhold. In any case, he had no fear of encountering bandits, robbers, or wild beasts along the road.
In truth, if he were to run, he would certainly be faster than a horse, but bringing Avel along was rather inconvenient. He couldn't just grab Avel by the collar and run, and Avel's physical body would not be able to withstand the burdens imposed by supersonic speeds.
Another reason was that the number of books available for purchase in Whiterun would certainly be far greater than in Riverwood, and he also needed some time on the road to digest all the new information.
After sending Avel off to select the horses, George suddenly felt a small impulse. He walked over to the haystack beside the stables and peered inside.
"She's really here!"
Inside the haystack next to the stables, he saw a Nord woman, clad only in her undergarments and with a longsword tucked at her side, sprawled out and snoring loudly. Beside her, several empty wine bottles were scattered about.
"Hey you, come over here for a minute. Who is this person?" Waving over to one of the stable hands nearby, George began to inquire about the woman lying in the straw.
And the stable hand's reply served to further confirm his earlier suspicions.
"Her name is Sofia. She's a drunkard and often gets drunk and passes out here. But sir, don't you get any ideas just because she's pretty and try to get handsy. The last ones who tried that are all still lying in their beds, completely unable to get up."
"It really is the companion, Sofia."
After George obtained the information he wanted, he did not go over to disturb Sofia. Instead, he turned and walked away, heading toward the row of tents located diagonally opposite the stables.
In his current situation, he had no need to recruit any new followers. He had recruited Avel only for the purpose of having a servant who was familiar with the local situation, not because he needed some kind of combat partner.
"Friend, is there anything you need?" Just as George walked near the tents, one of the Cat-people enthusiastically came up to greet him.
The Cat-person caravans. These were the trading caravans that could frequently be seen operating outside the major cities of Skyrim.
The homeland of the Cat-people is Elsweyr. They are famous for their natural agility, their talent for stealth, and for producing Moon Sugar, which can be refined into Skooma.
Of course, the Cat-people here were not the "cat-girl" (Nekomusume) type, but rather humanoid intelligent creatures that were much closer in appearance to actual beasts.
They could essentially be seen as cats that walk upright.
In truth, using the term "Cat-person" to refer to them wasn't entirely accurate, because their heads had features resembling cats, but also resembling tigers, and even resembling leopards. Therefore, they could just as easily be called Tiger-people or Leopard-people.
"I want books. Magic books, and any other books you have, are all fine." George's purpose was very clear. This was because other items held no particular attraction for him, and this included even enchanted weapons.
Upon hearing that George wanted to buy all of their books in one go, the Cat-people became even more enthusiastic.
In an era that was highly similar to the Middle Ages, the price of books was by no means cheap. And among those, books that explained magical principles and taught magical skills were even more expensive.
With George buying all the books in a single transaction, the profit they earned from this one sale was already equivalent to the profit they would make from an entire month of long-distance trekking and vending their wares.
"Frostbite... Sparks... I've finally gathered all three of the basic Destruction-type elements."
After sweeping up all the books from the Cat-person caravan, George had also managed to acquire two more of the most basic Destruction magic skill books.
Adding the one he had previously obtained from the Riverwood Trader, he had now learned the most basic magic skill books for all three elemental types within the Destruction school.
In this world, the magic used by humans was primarily divided into five major schools: Destruction, Alteration, Conjuration, Illusion, and Restoration.
And the school of Destruction was primarily focused on the development and application of the three elements: fire, ice, and shock.
"Sir, the horses have been purchased. I have arranged for them to be boarded at the stables for now. When we are ready to depart from Whiterun, we can ride them directly," Avel reported from the side. The experienced adventurer had already efficiently handled the entire matter of buying the horses.
"Let's go. We'll head into the city, look around, rest for one night, and then we will set off tomorrow morning."
George nodded. He and Avel followed the large crowd of people heading into the city, proceeding all the way up, passing through multiple defensive checkpoints, and finally lining up in the queue that had formed before the main city gate.
At this point in time, the news of the dragon attack on Helgen had not yet been transmitted to Whiterun, so the city gates had not been put under high alert or lockdown.
George and Avel smoothly entered the city, and then headed straight for the largest shop in the "Plains District," where they began a major shopping excursion.
Avel was responsible for purchasing the dry rations and water that would be needed for the several-day journey to Winterhold, while George, on the other hand, was still focused on purchasing books.
Whiterun was primarily divided into three main districts: the Plains District, the Wind District, and the Cloudtop District.
The Plains District was primarily composed of various shops, markets, and inns, with a smaller number of residential homes.
As for the Wind District, which was situated a bit higher, it was mainly the residential area for the local inhabitants. This district also included the home of the famous Companions and the Temple.
The highest point of all was Dragonsreach, which served as the palace for the Jarl of Whiterun, and also included the location of the city's prison.
(End of this chapter)