In the early morning, the sun slowly rises, emitting a little light and shining on the earth.
At daybreak, in the spacious room, Athir slowly opened his eyes.
"Name: Athir Fakus. Strength: 11.3. Agility: 11.5. Constitution: 11.5. Spirit: 4.2."
In his mind, his physical data replayed quietly and appeared before his eyes.
"Sure enough, after being promoted to a second-class apprentice, the effect of the basic meditation method has become weaker and weaker."
Looking at his physical data and feeling the extremely weak growth of his mental strength, Athir couldn't help frowning as he sat at the head of the bed.
At this time, it had been more than half a month since he was promoted to a second-class apprentice.
During this period, his life was very regular. During the day, he either studied hard or took on tasks to tutor other apprentices. At night, he meditated, and he meditated for a whole night almost every day. However, the effect he achieved was very weak, and it was completely incomparable to the past.
After half a month of meditation, Athir's mental strength increased a little, but compared with the past, there was almost no noticeable change.
"As my mental strength continues to grow, the effect of basic meditation becomes weaker and weaker. If this trend continues, I will probably need at least three years to advance to the third-level apprentice..."
Through the calculation of the chip in his mind, Athir came to this conclusion in an instant, and couldn't help but sighed: "I understand why the qualifications of a wizard are so important."
"I have fourth-class talent, and it's still so difficult to make progress at this point. For those with first- and second-class talent, if they don't have opportunities, they may not be able to reach the conditions for promotion to a formal wizard even if they meditate until they die."
There are conditions for being promoted to an official wizard. The most basic one is that one needs to be promoted before the age of 40. If one has not been promoted successfully by the age of 40, then the chances of promotion will become smaller and smaller, and there will basically be no hope in this life.
"I am fifteen years old now. Even if I am promoted to a third-level apprentice in three years, I will just be an adult. I am still a long way from forty."
Sitting on the bedside, thinking about some records about the impact of becoming a formal wizard, Athir was thoughtful: "However, according to the books in the academy, there are also different chances of impacting a formal wizard. The earlier you impact, the greater the chance of promotion, and the more benefits you can get after promotion."
"Moreover, when you are promoted to a formal wizard, the success rate of the first attempt is the highest. But if you fail, the success rate of the second attempt will drop a lot. Once you fail three times, you will basically never be able to be promoted in your lifetime."
Thinking of this, Athir's face was calm, with a little emotion in his eyes: "So even if it is to increase the chance of promotion as much as possible, I must be promoted to a third-class apprentice as soon as possible and meet the conditions for impacting a formal wizard as soon as possible."
He stood up silently, changed his clothes, and walked out of the room.
The sky was just getting light, and there was still a hint of darkness in the sky, not yet completely daytime. Outside, apart from some dull-looking servants walking around and cleaning, there was no one else in sight.
Walking on the road and seeing these servants, Athir paused slightly.
These servants were basically bought by the academy from outside slave traders. After their minds were wiped out and they underwent some simple body transformation, they were deployed throughout the academy as slaves.
However, because a large number of wizards gather here, places like the academy have very strong dangerous high-energy radiation, which can cause great harm to ordinary people over time.
Therefore, after a period of time, these slaves will often break down due to infection by the powerful radiation and need to be replaced.
Thinking of this, Atier sighed, glanced at the stiff and dull faces of the servants around him, and left.
Walking all the way to the area where the academy instructors were, Atier walked familiarly to a tall tower.
"Three months have passed. Teacher Edith hasn't come back yet?"
Looking at the closed door in front of him, standing in front of the door, Atier whispered to himself.
According to some familiar apprentices, there seemed to be some chaos on the northern plains several months ago. Several wizard organizations began to confront each other for unknown reasons, which might affect this area.
Therefore, three months ago, the academy's top management sent a group of wizards out to negotiate with several wizard academies in the north, and Edith was one of the official wizards who accompanied them.
Thinking of this, Athir suddenly remembered Andrew and Sisti who came to this continent with him from the Bal Islands.
"If I remember correctly, the White Stone Tower and the Chila House, these two wizard organizations seem to be located in the northern plains. I hope nothing goes wrong."
Thinking of the two people's childish faces back then, Atier thought in his heart.
During the time since they came to this continent, the three of them had always kept in touch through letters. Because they had come to this continent together, they naturally felt more intimate with each other than with other people.
Unless it is necessary, Atier naturally does not want anything to happen to his friends.
"Unfortunately, my current strength is still too weak. If I were a third-class apprentice now, I would be qualified to go north with Master Edith and the others this time, and even try to go back to the Barr Islands to see the situation there."
Standing there, Athir's face was calm, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
At this time, it had been more than a year since he came to the academy. During this time, Duke Arie had sent him several things. In addition to a small amount of magic stones, there were also some letters, which gave Athir a general account of the current situation there.
The battle has already begun.
According to the description in the letter, the borders of the southern countries had become a battlefield at this time. Several major countries were marching southward at the same time. Coupled with the already loose and complex alliance relationship among the southern countries, the situation seemed extremely chaotic for a while.
Under this chaotic situation, the power of the entire Fakus family began to shrink, and the family's main strength was concentrated around the territories of a few great nobles such as the Duke of Arieu. No one knows what the situation is like now.
At the end of the letter, Duke Arieu also specifically emphasized Athir's academic performance, indicating that he did not need to care about the current situation of his family or worry about the resources needed for study, and he only needed to study hard in the academy.
Thinking of this, Atier couldn't help feeling heavy.
After a while, he left the tower in front of him and went to the garden around the tower, ready to take care of the plants inside.
After finishing these trivial matters, Athir left the place and walked towards the underground market.
After walking for a long distance, we arrived at a familiar underground market, where there were already quite a few apprentices setting up stalls everywhere.
Looking at the scene around him, Atier walked to a stone chamber in the corner and strode straight in.
As I walked in, a chilly feeling came over me, bringing with it a chill.
Inside the stone chamber, stone slabs were displayed, with depressions in the slabs and some introductions written in ancient Siberian.
This is where the academy collects spell templates. There are a few apprentices walking around. Compared to other places outside, there are much fewer people, but the quality is much higher. Most of them are second-class apprentices.
"Hey, Athir?" A familiar voice came from the front.
Standing there, listening to the sound, Atier was stunned and instinctively looked in the direction where the sound came from.
In the center of the stone chamber, Gray, a tall and strong man, was seen walking around in a gray robe.
He stood there, looking at Athir, with a shocked expression on his face: "Athir, have you been promoted to a second-class apprentice?"
After hearing this question, Athir thought about it and nodded, instead of denying it.
After being promoted to a second-class apprentice, Athir had begun to absorb energy particles, and the radiation from his body began to become stronger. Not to mention the formal wizards, even some sensitive third-class apprentices could sense it, so there was no need to hide it at all.
Seeing Athir nod, Gray's face froze, and he stood there for a long time before he recovered: "I was originally happy about being promoted to a first-class apprentice, but I didn't expect you to be so much faster than me this time."
He had a wry smile on his face and stood there shaking his head, obviously speechless about Athir's speed of advancement.
"Come on, haven't you also advanced to the first-class apprentice?"
Seeing the expression on Gray's face, Athir smiled gently and asked in confusion, "Right, what are you doing here?"
You have to become a second-class apprentice before you can try to learn spell templates. A first-class apprentice cannot construct a spell template in his mind even if he buys it, so there is no need for him to come here.
"I accepted the mission and came here as an introduction."
Looking at Athir, Gray shook his head, his face barely regained its composure, and pointed to a large number of stone tablets in the distance and said, "This is where the academy collects spell templates. After hundreds of years of accumulation, there are many spell templates here, each with different effects and prerequisites that need to be met."
"I accepted the mission at the mission office and came here specifically to introduce these spells to you advanced apprentices who need them."
"For example, right now, Athir, what type of spell are you looking for?"
After a pause, he looked at Athir in front of him and asked.
"Plant type, and light type..."
After standing there and thinking for a while, Athir replied.
"Plants and light are very niche spells here."
Listening to Athir's words, Gray frowned at first, then looked at Athir: "Come with me, I'll take you to see it."
"Okay." Athir nodded in agreement.
With Athir, they walked quickly to the end and stopped only after reaching a remote corner.
(End of this chapter)