Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

In the past few days, Hughes noticed that the academy was a bit more lively than before. The apprentices were discussing various topics, and even the usually quiet places were filled with a lot of noise.

Hughes has been incredibly busy lately, not only learning new witchcraft and potions, but also having mandatory tasks to complete for his mentor.

Not to mention that his eleventh mental rune is several times more difficult to meditate on than before, and now he even has to drink tasteless nutritional potions to get by.

Because of the contract signed with the Bohr family, Hughes brought the potion he had been brewing all night to the market area and entered Bohr's potion shop. With the price of the potion rising, Bohr made a fortune.

"Hehe, here are 302 magic stones. Please keep them safe."

With a grin, Beer put the neatly arranged potions into his storage bag.

"Hey, Hughes, how about I tell you a little inside tidbit?" Bohr said, leaning his chubby face closer.

"What news? Tell me?" Hughes had a rough idea of ​​what it was; the news had already spread throughout the academy.

"You know that two heirs of the Soyavaren family in the heart of the continent have died, right?"

"I know, it's all over the academy, it's the Black Ring Crown Badge."

"But there's another piece of news," Bohr said mysteriously.

"It's very difficult for a second-level wizard to have offspring. Rhoda finally had two offspring, one of whom has an extreme affinity for the Light Element. Tsk tsk tsk..." Bohr sighed.

"That Rhoda is no good. He's been a level two wizard for a long time, and his lifespan is probably nearing its end. I heard... that second son, Chloe... is actually..." Bohr gave a knowing look.

Hughes' eyes widened.

"container!"

What wizards need most is time. Although a full-fledged wizard has a lifespan of several hundred years, and a second-level wizard has a lifespan of several thousand years, the vast amount of knowledge requires wizards to spend years exploring it.

Many wizards who reach their lifespan limit but cannot advance in rank will seek various methods to extend their lifespan.

Necromancers can transform themselves into undead creatures such as liches, while bio-modification wizards can completely transform themselves into "monsters," and some even use forbidden rituals to forcibly extend their lifespan.

The less costly option is to cultivate a young vessel for oneself, using a vessel brimming with vitality to hold one's soul—what Hughes would call "possession" in his previous life on Blue Star.

The drawback of this method is that it is difficult to find a suitable vessel and cultivate it. Afterwards, the soul is difficult to integrate into the body. However, once successful, one can inherit the talent of the vessel.

"Heh heh, I bet only Chloe Soyavaren in the whole family is unaware of his own situation. Does he really think Vincent Soyavaren isn't jealous that he stole his position? Hah."

Bolton paused, then said with a mysterious expression:

"Rhoda is furious right now. He's ordered a search of the entire Maransel, including the Forsaken Lands and the Blood Domain. I expect people from the continent's center will be coming to our academy to inspect it in the next few days..."

On his way back to his dormitory, Hughes recalled information about the center of the continent, which was the most longed-for holy land for wizards in the Oren plane.

"Things are getting more and more turbulent," Hughes sighed.

A few days later

All the wizards in the academy received a message: all apprentices should assemble in the central square.

The central square is where new apprentices descend from the teleportation array; it is spacious enough to accommodate all the apprentices.

The central square was packed with people. Hughes arrived at the square and saw her older sister Nora and her senior sister Lily.

Nora was still wearing her rune-covered leather armor; she had been promoted to a third-class wizard apprentice. Lily, on the other hand, had changed into a green robe.

Holt, dressed in a black robe and seemingly lost in thought, nodded to Hughes; Bohr, unusually detached from his expensive runic armor, stared intently upwards.

The wizard apprentices were divided into three teams according to their rank. Hughes had registered as a second-rank wizard apprentice a few days ago and could receive twenty magic stones every month.

After the teams were divided, Hughes noticed Rice's "Shadow Weaver Society". Their organization had only a few scattered members left, but a few of them had barely advanced to the second-class wizard apprentice level, although their mental energy fluctuations seemed extremely unstable.

At the same time, Hughes discovered that his mental strength seemed to be much higher than theirs, probably because he had more mental runes.

As a dark wizarding academy, Everfrost Spire, while not as eccentric as the Spirit Carrier Workshop, is essentially a loner, with its members fighting each other both openly and covertly.

Even for team missions, most of the time it's just temporary teaming up with people you don't know very well, and a cohesive team like the Shadow Weaver Society is quite rare.

Renault, Mor, Valerie, and the half-elf Jovin stood behind Rice as his trusted confidants.

What caught Hughes's attention was Reno, who carried a longbow on his back and whose right hand was strangely translucent with simple stripes on his arm.

"The Void Arm Spirit, is it?" Hughes thought.

This race has quite a good racial talent, similar to the Shadow Breath Liquid he was preparing to refine, but even better. It allows the entire body to become ethereal, which can save one's life in critical moments.

Hughes couldn't help but feel a little envious of Renault.

As for Mohr...

Hughes narrowed his eyes.

I'll kill you sooner or later.

……

Once everyone had arrived, the two vice deans finally appeared before them.

The two hovered above the plaza. One of them, a bald man with an ordinary face, glanced at the crowd and spoke.

"As you all know, something has happened in the center of the continent, so our academy's headquarters—the Myriad Spire—is preparing to send people to check if any of our wizards are members of the Black Ring Crown."

After speaking, the bald man's eyes suddenly turned serious, and he added:

"Furthermore, a week from now, all warriors of the third rank and above from Everfrost Spire will participate in the mission to eliminate a Black Ring Crown stronghold near Everfrost Spire."

The bald wizard's voice echoed in the ears of every apprentice, carrying an unquestionable coldness.