Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 210 Spellcasting Medium
“Don’t worry, it’s just making the best use of it.” Ron smiled and pushed the box closer.
“Ailan is glad that I can help you, and for me now, making alchemical items of this level is not difficult.”

He paused briefly, then added with a hint of regret:

"It's a pity that the Black Mist School doesn't have any enchanters, otherwise the effect would be even better after imprinting amplification runes. Perhaps when you reach the Crystal Spire, you can find an enchanter to add some runes to it."

Trish carefully took the box, a hint of emotion flashing in her eyes.

She gently stroked the vine patterns on the staff.

When her fingertips touched the green leaf, the leaf shone slightly, responding to the forest power in her blood.

"It's absolutely perfect," she murmured, her voice brimming with undisguised joy.
"It's like it was made just for me; I can feel the resonance between it and my blood."

“However, I do have a small request,” Ron said with a smile, watching Trish look up in surprise.

He hesitated for a moment. He had actually wanted to mention Trish's blood sample, but he swallowed the words back.

In the wizarding world, blood is the most private and dangerous substance.

It not only contains the essence of life, but is also the most ideal medium for cursing.

Even blood relatives, or even partners who live together day and night, would not easily let their blood fall into the hands of others.

This is the most basic warning in the wizarding world—you never know when someone might turn into an enemy.

To control your blood is to control the key to your life.

This is why the clients of bloodline modifiers are almost all extraordinary slaves or non-human beings.

Ron had never heard of any wizard asking a bloodline modifier to enhance their bloodline; that would be tantamount to handing over one's fate to someone else.

Thinking of this, his eyes flickered slightly, and he said instead:
"I hope to collect more blood samples from Tanuki Moon for my bloodline experiments. The last batch of samples has been used up, and my bloodline research is at a critical stage."

Ron pondered to himself that although Trish's forest elf bloodline was more valuable to his research, that boundary was insurmountable.

Even on occasions like parting gifts, making such a request would immediately destroy the trust that has been painstakingly built between two people.

Moreover, Corinna must have already warned Trish about this.

You must never let your blood fall into the hands of anyone, not even your closest friends.

Trish blinked, then suddenly realized, "I see. I was wondering why you would prepare such an expensive gift."

She chuckled softly, but there was no displeasure in her eyes, only a hint of relief.

Ron could catch a fleeting moment of relaxation in her eyes.

Clearly, she was also worried that the other party might make a more offensive request, ruining what was originally a friendly atmosphere.

"That's easy, Li Yue is waiting for me outside."

Trish readily agreed, her tone much more relaxed.

The blood of hired servants is merely a consumable and will not arouse any taboos.

Moreover, given Trish's keen observation skills, she could also see Ron's strong interest in non-human bloodlines, making this request quite reasonable.

"Thank you very much then." Ron nodded his thanks, secretly pleased.

This exchange was beneficial to both parties; he gained valuable research materials, while Trish received a staff that was highly compatible with her own bloodline.

Although he failed to obtain the ideal forest elf blood sample, the leopard woman's blood was valuable enough, especially the special bloodline that flowed with "monarch blood".

Trish carefully put the staff and box into her storage bag, handling them as gently as if they were precious treasures.

"In that case, I'll accept this gift and cherish it."

She looked up, a subtle glint in her eyes—a complex emotion somewhere between being touched and reluctant to part.
"This staff will always remind us of our promise and the friendship between us."

She said the last word very softly, almost like a sigh.

In that instant, Trish seemed to shed her usual calm and composed facade, revealing her true self:
A young girl who is about to leave her familiar environment is both excited and apprehensive about the unknown future.

Ron could sense the turmoil in her heart, but he didn't point it out.

In the wizarding world, displaying too much emotion is often seen as a sign of weakness, especially for those who aspire to be strong.

After giving a few brief instructions, Trish turned and walked towards the door. A moment later, she led Li Yue in.

The leopard woman was still wearing that tight leather outfit, the intricate patterns of which were clearly visible in the sunlight.

A closer look reveals that her nails are sharper than before, with a faint purple sheen—proof of the successful fusion with the lion scorpion venom.

"My master said you need my blood sample."

Li Yue's voice was low and deep, without the slightest emotional fluctuation in her tone.

Ron nodded in acknowledgment and took several specially made blood collection bottles and a small silver knife from the workbench:

"Yes, we need to collect a few tubes, but it shouldn't be too much trouble for you."

"Don't worry, Lord Ralph."

The leopard woman stretched out her arm, rolled up her sleeve, revealing skin covered with light brown spots: "Please go ahead."

Ron picked up the silver knife and lightly sliced ​​it across the leopard woman's arm.

The moment the blade sliced ​​through the skin, bright red blood immediately gushed out.

But Li Yue's expression didn't change at all; she didn't even frown.

"Your pain receptors seem to have weakened."

Ron skillfully guided the blood into the collection bottle while observing her reaction.

"Yes," Li Yue answered softly, her gaze falling on her bleeding arm.

"Since you helped me fuse the lion scorpion venom, my senses have changed a lot. I can freely control whether the pain is reduced, which gives me an advantage in battle."

Ron filled the first bottle and switched to the second:
"That tissue has integrated very well; it seems your bloodline is quite compatible with it."

"Thanks to your skills." Tanuki Moon rarely showed a hint of gratitude.

"These past few days, I've been able to clearly feel an increase in my strength. Not only my poison abilities, but my overall combat power is also much stronger than before."

"This is the third bottle, it'll be over soon." He carefully controlled the blood flow.

The leopard woman nodded in acknowledgment, her gaze remaining respectfully fixed on her arm, not daring to look around at the various facilities in the workshop.

After the blood draw was completed, Ron took out a small bottle of pale green ointment and handed it to the leopard woman:

"Applying it to the wound can speed up healing and prevent scarring."

Li Yue took the medicine bottle and gently applied it to the wound.

The moment the ointment touched the skin, the wound began to heal at a visible speed, and soon only a faint red line remained.

"It's getting late, I should go back and pack my things."

Trish stood up, straightened her robes, and put her calm and composed mask back on.
“Master Warren said the gargoyles will take off early the day after tomorrow, and I still have a lot to prepare.”

“No problem, I’ll see you out.” Ron also stood up, and the two walked towards the door together.

"I look forward to our next meeting, when we will both be full-fledged wizards."

Trish stood at the door, turned to look at Ron, a faint smile on her face, but a hint of reluctance was visible in her eyes.

“Of course.” Ron nodded slightly to her and said softly:

"I wish you all the best at the Crystal Spire. Don't forget our bet; I don't want to win so easily."

Trish smiled slightly, a hint of teasing in her smile: "You're always so confident, but I won't lose to you so easily."

She paused, her gaze turning serious, and her tone becoming more somber:
“Take care of yourself, Ron. Whatever you plan to do, remember that you have to be alive to keep going.”

This statement made Ron feel uneasy.

Did Trish realize he was planning something? Or was it just a simple farewell blessing?

But regardless, the concern was genuine, which warmed Ron's heart. "I will," he replied solemnly. "And you too, the competition at the Crystal Spire is probably even fiercer than here."

Trish nodded slightly, as if she wanted to say something more, but in the end she just turned and left.

Her figure stood out exceptionally tall in the morning light, her long brown hair gleaming in the sunlight, like a sunflower.

Ron stood at the door, silently watching her leave.

This kind of self-discipline is a compulsory course for almost all wizards. Emotions are regarded as noise that interferes with rational judgment and need to be effectively controlled.

“Master, I can sense that Miss Trish…” Alan’s voice came from behind Ron, interrupting his thoughts.

He turned around and saw the tree spirit standing not far away, its emerald green eyes gleaming with insight: "...It seems to care about you a lot."

Ailan's observational skills remained as sharp as ever, always able to discern hidden human emotions.

"Maybe," Ron didn't deny it, but responded softly.

"She has her path, and I have mine. We may be friends, or we may be competitors, but ultimately we are both pursuing our own strength."

Ailan nodded slightly, and the vines swayed gently, as if in deep thought:
"We will follow our master wherever he goes."

Ron smiled and nodded, his gaze fixed on the distance.

As Trish said, only by living can we move forward;
Only by constantly moving forward can we eventually reach that supreme realm.

"Charge the substitute puppet, become a witcher, become a full-fledged wizard, forge the magic sword..." Ron secretly planned:

"In any case, I must improve my strength as soon as possible to deal with any possible dangers."

As the sun gradually sank below the horizon, it bathed the dark, misty forest in a golden-red glow, signaling the approaching end of another day...

………………

After seeing Trish and Leigh off, Ron returned to the laboratory deep inside the workshop.

He sat at the lab bench, looking at the row of reagent bottles neatly arranged in front of him, lost in thought.

"My spell system is gradually taking shape, but it seems to be missing something."

Ron muttered to himself, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

From the moment he became an advanced apprentice, he gradually began to build a fairly solid thought process.

"Sonic Oscillation" serves as the primary means of attack, "Radiant Ring" is used for versatile tactical support, and the first-level spell "Flowing Barrier" provides solid defense.

But Ron wasn't satisfied with that.

The true path of a wizard lies not only in mastering existing spells, but also in continuous innovation and improvement.

His thoughts turned to the spell he had first encountered—"Slime Splash".

This basic spell, which had accompanied him through several crises, has now gradually faded from his combat system.

"The attack range is too short, the flight speed is too slow, and the control effect is far inferior to 'sonic oscillation' and 'mental interference'."

Ron listed the spell's many flaws: "But its basic structure is very stable, so perhaps it can be used as a blueprint to develop new variations."

He recalled the account he had seen in The Apprentice's Ladder:
Many powerful spells are actually derived from basic spells; the key is to discover and utilize the potential of the basic structure.

"If we replace the slime with acid, we can increase its corrosiveness and simultaneously improve the spray speed and range."

Ron stood up and walked to a wooden humanoid target in the center of the laboratory.

This target is a tool he uses specifically to test offensive spells. Its surface is covered with a special magic-sensing material that can record detailed data on the impact of spells.

He took a deep breath, focused his mental energy, and constructed the spell model for "Slime Splash".

This time, however, he did not follow the standard structure exactly, but instead tried to adjust several key nodes.

"Change the liquid density, reduce viscosity, and increase fluidity," Ron mentally adjusted the spell parameters.

His proficient "Spell Construct" skill, along with multiple mental power-related professions, is working to help him quickly complete this fundamental improvement.

As he channeled his spiritual energy, a pale green light appeared in his palm, and a ball of liquid slowly formed in his palm.

Unlike the original, this liquid looks clearer and is more fluid.

"go with!"

Ron gave a soft shout and swung his palm at the wooden dummy.

The liquid shot out like an arrow, at least twice as fast as the original "Slime Splash".

"Snapped!"

The liquid hit the wooden dummy and spread rapidly.

Moments later, white smoke began to rise from the wooden surface, and the area covered by the liquid was slowly corroding.

"The basic direction is correct, but the results are still not ideal."

Ron frowned and assessed, "The attack speed has increased, but the corrosiveness is far less than expected."

He walked back to his workbench and opened a thick ancient book, "On the Medium of Spellcasting".

This book details the various mediums used to amplify spells throughout wizarding history.

“A medium for casting spells,” Ron murmured, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

In the construction of spell models, incorporating foreign substances can significantly enhance spell effects.

This is an extremely ancient technology, and from the most junior apprentices to the most powerful wizards, everyone has been constantly exploring the possibilities in this field.

The most basic medium for casting spells is an energy crystal, which is usually made by alchemists.

These crystals store pure magic power, providing extra energy during spellcasting and enhancing the power of spells.

"Although energy crystals are the easiest to use, their effects are quite limited," Ron thought to himself as he turned the pages of the book.

"Moreover, the utilization efficiency is extremely low. After injecting an ordinary quality energy crystal into a spell, it can only increase the power by about 20% at most, but it consumes the energy of the entire crystal. Compared with various types of staves, it is a complete waste of resources."

More advanced spellcasting mediums are various substances with special effects.

For example, the blood from the heart of a fire dragon can significantly increase the temperature and duration of fire spells;
The scales of the Sky Serpent can provide more precise guidance for lightning spells;
The pollen of the Moonshadow Flower can enhance the deceptive effect of illusions.

Ron's gaze settled on a particular passage:
"For liquid spells, biological secretions are often the most ideal casting medium."

These fluids, processed by special glands within the body, inherently carry unique magical imprints. When combined with the caster's spiritual power, they can produce effects far exceeding those of mere constructs.

Ron's eyes lit up at the mention of "biological secretions," and a clear idea popped into his head.

Since Dale completed her purification at the Bloodline Altar and became a Golden Ring Pureblood Siren, her physical functions have undergone significant evolution.

One of its key features is that the highly corrosive special fluid she was originally able to secrete has now been enhanced as well.

"Perhaps we could try using Dale's secretions as a medium for casting spells."

Ron pondered for a moment, then got up and walked out of the workshop.

He found Dale practicing water elemental control in a small training area in the backyard.

The little sea monster was intently controlling a ball of water, making it change various shapes in the air.

From simple geometric shapes to complex animal silhouettes, she demonstrates her ever-improving control.

“Dale,” Ron called out.

The little siren turned around at the sound, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

The water sphere instantly transformed into a delicate water droplet, blooming in the air before disappearing without a trace.

"Master! Is there anything I can help you with?"

She ran over excitedly, her silver hair shimmering with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

(End of this chapter)