Wizard: Max level talent, starting from zero-ring trick.

Chapter 30 Mickey's astonishment, finally...

In the blink of an eye.

A week has passed since the fifth assessment.

"I've run out of secondary stamina potions."

Ian looked into the box in front of him, where there was a row of potions, but they were now all empty.

The Silvermoon Lake family's funding hasn't arrived yet, but this month's reward hasn't been claimed either.

He stretched his body.

Ian got up and quickly went to the castle.

"Hello, Mr. Mickey!"

Mickey the owl stood blankly on the giant wolf stone sculpture, as if he had just woken up.

The red eyes, framed by a white face, turned and noticed Ian's arrival.

"Ian, it's been a long time!"

The owl nodded, but then its enormous eyes gradually widened.

It seemed to be in a daze until it saw Ian's back as he walked away.

"He just started learning a month ago, how come he's already condensing runes?"

Mickey seemed a little dazed at this moment.

He sensed the magical runes of the Wind Blade spell.

But how is that possible?

Didn't you not even have a basic understanding of it a month ago?

"Did you misread it last time? Or had you not actually started practicing yet?"

Mickey blinked, and the more he thought about it, the more likely the latter seemed.

Then I felt a chill run down my spine.

Because it's easy to become proficient in a particular form of witchcraft, but condensing runes is not something that can be achieved through practice alone.

Ninety-nine percent of wizards don't even know this.

Only geniuses from prosperous places would attempt this, because it involves advancing to become a formal wizard.

But this young man condensed runes as easily as drinking water.

"It feels like we've caught a big one."

Mickey's eyes blinked, giving the impression of finding gold in the dirt.

"Does it need special care? No, the investment is too expensive. No one can take a single magic stone from me!"

Mickey struggled.

"Forget it, forget it. Anyway, no one's going to take it from me. But I can't give you money, how about some stuff without magic stones?"

Mickey muttered to himself, finally making a difficult decision.

"Little Ian, so many magic stones again, won't you give me one to try?"

A dozen minutes later, as Mickey walked out, he caught Ian's attention with the flapping of his wings.

Ian's eyes lit up as he walked out.

Could it be?

Quickly hand Mickey a magic stone.

"Indeed, this feather contains a certain amount of magic. If you throw it, it can unleash considerable power, equivalent to the full force of a second-class wizard's attack. An average mid-level wizard apprentice might not be able to withstand it."

Mickey flies a feather to Ian.

A full-force attack from a second-class wizard apprentice.

That's awesome?

That's incredibly generous.

I really don't know how the rumor that Mickey Mouse is greedy for money came about.

"Thank you, sir."

Ian was very sincere, which was enough to make him a trump card!

Just as Ian was leaving, little did he know that a wizard apprentice nearby was also watching this scene with wide eyes.

"You get something for feeding them?"

His eyes widened.

So I hurried over.

"Lord Mickey, please enjoy this magic stone." He respectfully presented a magic stone to Mickey.

Mickey's red eyes rolled lazily, and its beak opened slightly, the magic stone "whoosh" flying into its mouth.

The man waited for a response.

But the owl closed its eyes, as if nothing had happened.

The man pleaded urgently, "Sir, the feathers..."

Mickey preened his feathers, looked at him, and said, "You want a feather for just one magic stone? You're even greedier than a magical beast."

The man hurriedly took out another magic stone.

Swallow in one bite.

Shake his head.

The man then began to struggle.

Mickey, however, was not satisfied.

With a sudden snap of its sharp beak, five magic stones flew out of the wizard's pocket.

It flew straight into the owl's throat, even the swallowing sound had a crisp "crackling" echo.

"That's barely enough for now."

Mickey smacked his lips contentedly, then shrank back under the man's dazed gaze.

"But I'm tired today, let's talk another day."

Then, it closed its eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The man didn't dare to actually provoke Mickey, so he could only stand there anxiously.

He suddenly remembered the owl's nickname.

"Greedy Mickey!"

......

Under the moonlight.

Ian looked at the feathers in front of him.

"It will probably take a few more days for him to grasp it."

Ian felt incredibly lucky, like he'd been given a critical hit.

"I'll ask Logan and the others to go to the market tomorrow, and then I'll meditate to prepare for the final assessment."

Ian took a deep breath.

In the blink of an eye, almost nine months had passed since he joined the school.

"When the original body left, it was still March in the kingdom; now it's November."

Even though a long time had passed, he felt as if only a moment had gone by, as if only a few days had passed.

At this moment, he could already feel a slight chill.

"It seems much colder here in the Emerald Forest than in the mortal kingdom. Is that just my imagination?"

Ian suddenly paused, taken aback.

This was the first time he had become aware of the weather; in the past, he had subconsciously ignored it.

He's a knight, after all, full of vigor and vitality, not to mention he's enveloped in magic.

I even felt a chill.

"Is this also due to magic?"

Ian looked at the distant Emerald Forest, the boundless forest resembling a black ocean about to swallow everything.

It's not quite winter yet, but the temperature is already quite low.

Perhaps in a few months, the temperature will drop even lower.

"It really is no longer on Earth."

At that moment, Ian, who had just rested for a while, suddenly felt a strange sense of disorientation.

"That's why I need to become stronger. They say powerful wizards can even travel through the astral plane; maybe I can even return home!"

Ian suddenly became determined.

Perhaps this is just a beautiful fantasy, but he is willing to reserve a place for it in his heart.

Of course, first of all, he needs to achieve his first stage goal.

The final assessment for advanced learning.

However, this is not a simple matter.

As the final assessment approached, all the family wizards and second-generation wizards gradually began to exert their strength.

With abundant resources invested, their progress has been tremendous, and it is even said that many of them have started using advanced medicines.

This is undoubtedly bad news.

"But so what!"

Ian's eyes gleamed. Others were growing, and he was growing too, and even faster.

He immediately condensed his eighth spiritual power rune.

......

In the blink of an eye.

Several days passed.

Ian walked out of the testing ground.

"This is the tenth day, but the harvest is truly enormous."

Ian pondered.

In these ten days, he finally reached the master level in his last sorcery, Elemental Barrier, which provided three talent points.

He should have achieved that last month, but unfortunately he spent a lot of time on Wind Blade Technique last month.

"The original talent was 172, now it's 178. Apart from the elemental barrier, the other tricks only provide a total of three talent points."

Ian frowned.

As time went on, magic tricks became less and less effective for him.

It should be around two or three o'clock at most, and he should be done by then.

"However, the magic tricks of a few magic stones provided a full forty or fifty talent points, which is already a great deal."

Ian pursed his lips.

After that, he would have to gradually build upon his basic level of zero-ring ordinary sorcery.

That would consume a lot of resources.

"So we need to get into the core department quickly. The magic is discounted by 20%, and we're almost done with the eighth mental power rune."

The final assessment is divided into two levels: eight and seven.

We need to hurry.

........

In the blink of an eye.

Six months have passed since Ian and the others entered the advanced learning stage.

Accompanied by the increasingly cold winter winds.

The day before the assessment, Ian successfully condensed his eighth spirit rune.

the next day.

The final assessment is approaching.