After dinner, Colin made his way to the basement as usual.
Normally, he practiced his Breathing Skills and witchcraft in the basement, while meditation was done in the Meditation Room of the master bedroom.
But this time was somewhat different—
He brought along his gray money pouch.
Entering the basement, he placed the money pouch on a wooden table to the side.
Colin began to practice witchcraft in rotation, with streams of light flickering over him.
As such, time quietly passed by, the moon reaching its zenith, and the night deepened.
Finally, Colin stopped practicing.
With a thought, he summoned the Golden Paper.
For a month now, he had not slacked off, continuing to work hard from dawn to dusk—
The Hope Defense Field, Lesser High Temperature Tolerance, and Fireball Technique, he had just pushed the progress of these three witchcraft skills to their limits.
