That day, the Veussia Mansion was completely exciting. Two days ago, the youngest son of the house, Paul Veussia, awakened his sense of mana and became a true Wizard.

The moment he awakened the perception of mana, he was immediately drawn to his room and began to absorb mana to form the mana core. Paul had been calm since he was a little boy, and now he wasn't excited. He was calmly sucking mana over his bed, intensifying his heart. Every passing second was more intense. In two days, half of his core was already concentrated. If he waited two more days, he could become a Wizard. Once the Sorcerer reached the level, he would be able to control the meaning.

While he was in thought, his room door opened. Paul opened his eyes. His father was George Veussia. She looked at Paul.

"How's it going, son, did you get a good grasp?"

"I've already concentrated half of my mana nucleus."

When he heard this, his father's mouth remained open for a while.

"Well, I don't really understand that I'm a warrior, but shouldn't that normally take longer?"

"I thought so, but I can, so I will."

Her father started to laugh.

"Hahaha, I was happy to be a 14-year-old Wizard, and you say you'll soon become a Wizard. My Veussia family really made a genius."

Paul smiled as he accompanied his father to laugh.

"Anything happened in the meantime? I told the guards not to let anyone in except when something important happened."

"Yes, I was already held for a long time by the guards of my own family as I entered my own son's room." George frowned, but then turned to Paul as if something had occurred to him.

"You're halfway to reaching the wizard level, aren't you?"

"Yes, we're almost there."

"Can you reach in a week?"

"Easy job, but did something seriously happen?"

It would normally take at least a year for a Wizard to become a Wizard, but his father wanted him to arrive within a week.

"In fact, the City Lord invited us to dinner at the mansion on Sunday after a week to congratulate us. You know that we are not very good, and I think that you are trying to get close to us when you become a Wizard. we can completely remove the competition and divide the trade in the city completely. He's not a fool.

When his father finished speaking, Paul nodded.

"Please don't let me disturb anyone for a week. I have full confidence that I can become a Wizard in this way."

His father left the room smiling. Paul heard his father shout at the guards before he returned to meditation.

"If anyone or anything that might bother Paul comes in, I'll castrate you all, understand?"

Paul smiled as he entered the meditation.

-----One week later-----

Paul left his room. The sun was on the hill. He smiled and greeted the guards.

"You can go back to your old places, and don't worry, no one will be castrated."

Hearing Paul's words, the guards returned to their former positions with a slight smile. Paul headed for the yard. A woman with light brown hair and eyes was standing there. There was a huge amount of mana around him. The mana brought with it the wind and formed a small hose in the courtyard.

"Mom, you're damaging my brother's flowers."

The mana and the wind around her suddenly stopped. She looked at Paul. "Little Paul, you're out of meditation. How about showing your mom how advanced you are."

She took a defensive position. He gathered the mana around him. Paul smiled. He pointed his hand at his mother and focused and threw the mana on his finger. He threw a line of mana at his mother. After his mother literally suppressed the attack, he looked at Paul, surprised.

"Mana control, this Sorcerer level! Little Paul is a Sorcerer!"

His mother ran and hugged Paul. Bringing Paul to the brink of drowning, his happiness was read from his face.

"Sylvia, can you strangle my son if possible? I don't want my son to be a dead Wizard." He came into the courtyard after George Paul. He was smiling too.

Sylvia left Paul without breaking her smile. Orum I wonder what the face of the city lord would find when he found out. His son was blown up because he was a Warrior in two years. "

George approached Paul. "You're done just in time. That's good, now you can go and do whatever you want. I'll send you some clothes for you to wear tonight."

Paul left the yard. Headed for the entrance to the house. At the entrance a man in blue and white robes was standing. His body didn't look strong, but it was clear from his posture that he was intelligent. His black hair gave him an air of nobility, while his sky-blue eyes wore air as if not from this world.

"Oh, little brother. You've come out of meditation. As far as I can see, you've managed to become a Wizard. Congratulations."

"Nothing gets out of your eyes, big brother. I really reached the level of the Wizard. Moon