Apothecary store in the small marketplace of the trading district.
A figure walked into the entrance, and Auric could feel the abyss-like aura emanating from the other party. Almost every encounter displayed a different degree of progress in the other party, a momentum that one could only envy.
"Ivan, please come in quickly."
"There are no potions for sale this time."
Seeing Auric's enthusiastic demeanor, Ivan preemptively threw a dampener on his spirits.
"No matter, just come and have a chat with me," Auric said, his expression unchanged.
"Auric, you remember what you said that time, don't you?" Ivan said solemnly, his aura spreading out as he spoke.
At that moment, Auric further sensed the levels of his strength.
The limit of a 3rd Class apprentice!
