Wizard Bloodline

Level 4 wizard apprentice.

Or he got there by taking drugs.

But no matter what, Ronan is now a serious mid-level wizard apprentice, and also a rune master.

Thinking back to the miserable state when he just crossed over a few months ago, it was like a dream.

"Can't stop taking drugs."

After experiencing the feeling of the experience bar skyrocketing in an instant, it is difficult to level up slowly and honestly step by step.

After all, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

The key is that Ronan feels that he can continue to take drugs, and there is no problem at all.

"The biggest disadvantage of taking a mental power-assisting potion is that the mental power boosted by the potion is impure and mixed with many impurities.

Generally speaking, after taking the concentration potion for the second time, the mental power will enter a 'plateau period' where the growth is suspended."

"At this stage, ordinary meditation no longer has a significant effect, meditation will no longer increase mental power, and it is even possible that the mental power will regress after meditation."

"This is a process of self-tempering of mental power and elimination of impurities after taking the medicine."

This is what the shopping guide at the pharmacy told him when he bought the concentration potion.

But.

"Why didn't I encounter this problem?"

Ronan was a little confused.

After taking the concentration potion twice, his mental power continued to grow during meditation.

"Is it because of my talent? Or is it because the basic meditation technique has broken through to the expert level?"

Ronan thinks it is most likely the latter.

Perhaps it has something to do with his practice of [Austerity Body Forging].

The practice of [Austerity Body Forging] is so painful that the mental will is unknowingly tempered.

A very reasonable explanation.

Thanks to the rapid growth of his mental power, Ronan made rapid progress in [Austerity Body Building] and has reached the proficiency level. He is now trying the second posture in the booklet.

"Although the plateau is gone, drug resistance still exists.

The effect of the second dose was significantly worse, and it didn't even rise by half a level.

The third, fourth, and subsequent effects will become worse and worse.

It is said that many people have no effect after the fifth dose."

"Well, it doesn't matter. Drink it first, and switch to a higher-level potion when it has no effect."

Ronan was quite single about this. If his original body had the qualifications, he would probably not be able to break through to the formal wizard even if he practiced until he died.

His own talent was poor. If he didn't rely on some external assistance, the gap between him and others would only widen.

After more than a month of hard practice, the proficiency of [Energy Missile] rose by nearly 300.

This is the expert-level proficiency of 300. Every increase in one point requires two or three casts, and even more in the future.

With 300 proficiency points per month, Ronan has to cast Energy Missile almost 30 times a day on average!

Taking into account rune engraving, body building and meditation, it can be seen how hard Ronan works on this spell.

"If I continue to practice hard for another month, or at most two months, the proficiency level of Energy Missile will be raised again."

Ronan is looking forward to it.

An expert-level Energy Missile can break the protective magic tools of double runes. If it is further improved, won't its power be comparable to that of a zero-level high-level spell?

It is better to be good at one than to be good at a hundred things.

Ronan is not going to learn more advanced attack spells now. If he has the time, he might as well raise Energy Missile to the maximum level first.

Unconsciously, he walked to the entrance of the forest.

Ronan was about to step into the shade along the forest path when suddenly a breeze blew.

The trees and leaves rustled.

A yellow oak leaf floated past Ronan in the wind.

Ronan looked at the leaves slowly falling to the ground and suddenly woke up.

It was already autumn in Hoddam.

Dwarf Market.

Ronan walked out of a shop that specializes in selling wizard robes in a brand new gray robe, with a look of novelty and joy on his face.

He bought a new robe.

A proper wizard robe cost him fifteen low-level magic stones, enchanted with two zero-level low-level runes of [cleaning] and [constant temperature], and also gave him a beautifully crafted pointed wizard hat.

Adhering to the principle of not showing off wealth, Ronan specially chose a robe with a color and style similar to the original one. Most people can't see the difference and will only think that he has changed into a new ordinary robe.

"I don't have to wash my clothes anymore.

The effect of [constant temperature] is just right for the next winter."

Ronan thought, looking up, he saw that the leaves of the champs-de-lis trees on both sides of the central street of the dwarf market had begun to turn slightly yellow.

The temperature was no longer as hot as before, and Ronan, who practiced bodybuilding, was particularly sensitive to this temperature difference.

Shaking the hem of his robe, Ronan walked out of the market.

This time he came here to sell the engraved rune stones as usual, and to purchase some engraving materials and daily necessities.

On the way to the market entrance, Ronan kept seeing wizards who were well-dressed and had a temperament and conversation that was obviously different from ordinary wandering wizards coming and going, entering and leaving various shops.

"It seems that there are many more academy wizards who come to the dwarf market to consume recently."

Ronan even saw several high-level wizards with cold expressions, exuding an imposing aura, and hurriedly walking on the street as if they had an invisible halo.

Those who can give people this feeling are basically mental power, and the ninth-level wizard apprentices who have almost stepped into the door of formal wizards.

Such people are rare in the market on weekdays.

Although he was a little puzzled, Ronan didn't take it too seriously. He guessed that there might be some collective activities at the Hoddam Wizard Academy recently.

I heard that the wizards of the academy would hold an internal competition every once in a while. On the one hand, it was to test their cultivation, and on the other hand, it was also to hone the combat ability of the wizards of the academy so that they would not become rusty.

After all, many wizards of the academy have been immersed in research for many years because of their favorable conditions. Some exaggerated ones even forgot the spells they had mastered long ago.

"Could it be that the academy is going to hold a big competition recently?"

Ronan guessed randomly.

This matter naturally had nothing to do with him, a small fourth-level wandering wizard apprentice who had just climbed out of the poverty line. He just wanted to gossip.

After leaving the dwarf market, Ronan was thinking about where to go next.

"It's still early, let's go to the wizard market, and then find a restaurant to eat?

The thin pie and vanilla pudding in that restaurant last time tasted pretty good, we can go there again."

Just thinking about it, Ronan suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a lot of people gathered at the entrance of the town, and now there were people constantly rushing towards that direction.

Everything was normal when he came in the morning.

Ronan's eyes flashed, and he also walked towards the place where the crowd gathered.

In the process, he listened to the people around him talking, including words such as "black robe", "conflict", "formal wizard", "college genius" and so on.

When he finally squeezed into the most crowded place, Ronan found that everyone was looking up in one direction.

He looked up and his pupils shrank quickly.

I saw that at the entrance and exit of the town, a tall wooden stake had been erected at some point.

On the top of the stake, a body in a black robe, with a terrifying image and blood all over the body was nailed there.

In the crowd, I don't know who sighed for a long time and whispered in a heavy tone.

"Wizards from the Dark Land have launched an invasion. Hoddam, chaos is about to begin!"