Wizard: I devour the stars with swarms of insects.

After drinking a few more glasses, I realized that the fruit wine tasted just average and was somewhat sour and astringent.

But to my surprise, after drinking a few cups in a row, I found it surprisingly good, with a unique flavor.

Just like cilantro, at first you might find the taste strange, but once you get used to it, you'll actually find it delicious.

After having a few more drinks with Holman, Holman, who was already quite drunk, said he needed to get up and go to the bathroom.

They never came back; no one knows where they went.

By this time, the banquet was drawing to a close.

Everyone was quite drunk, some even unconscious, lying sprawled out on the side.

Some even fell asleep leaning against the chairs, the candlelight flickering, filled with the warm smell of alcohol and a sense of languor.

When Holman didn't return, Wayne got up, swaying slightly, feeling that the smell of alcohol in the banquet hall was too strong.

I walked out of the hall, wanting to get some fresh air from the corridor window.

Soon, following the corridor, passing through two stone archways, we arrived at a relatively quiet side corridor.

The night breeze blew in through the open window, carrying the fresh scent of rain-soaked earth and distant grass.

Reaching the window, Wayne stood by the window, gazing at the Earl's mansion under the night sky.

The moonlight poured down like mercury, enveloping the entire Earl's mansion in a soft, pure white glow.

In the distance, the main castle's towers stood silently, their stone walls covered with lush green vines that swayed gently in the wind.

In the courtyard, in the corner, there were some used wooden barrels and pottery jars piled up, and the isolation shed was not completely cleaned up.

There were also embers from braziers used to burn herbs, and old bandages.

Further afield, outside the Earl's castle, in the streets and alleys of Grey Eagle Castle, scattered lights have begun to illuminate the area, bringing a touch of life to the place.

The moonlight was beautiful, clear and peaceful.

Now, with the evening breeze blowing, the effects of the alcohol have been sobered up considerably by the cold wind outside.

Thinking about this plague, Wayne couldn't help but sigh again: Wizard, what a cruel and bloody synonym!

Even if you are a noble lord with hundreds of acres of fiefdom and tens of thousands of subjects.

However, if you offend a wizard... even just a wizard's apprentice, they can destroy everything you own and reduce it to ashes!

No wonder people in this world, in secular dynasties, hold those called "wizards" in exceptional esteem and flattery.

It even reached the point of "reverence".

It's because of the wizards' various extraordinary, mysterious, and unpredictable abilities and methods.

Fortunately, I was born into this world as a member of the wizarding class, rather than one of those unarmed, penniless people who could only toil in the fields and eke out a living in the feudal and dark medieval society.

Otherwise.

Plague, natural disasters, war, famine, the dark court politics, and cruel aristocratic rule...

It is quite possible that in a plague event like Greyhawk Fortress, I would have already become one of those innocent citizens who were unfortunately infected and died.

He died quietly in a silent corner.

My body is as insignificant as grass, my life as fleeting as dust.

Now that I think about it, it's been almost a year since I came to this wizarding world.

He was a young wizard who had just arrived in the city of the Black Forest, having left his homeland and crossed the ocean aboard a wizard's ship.

From being promoted to a third-class wizard apprentice, and now to a second-class wizard apprentice... however, it's still not enough, this is far from my goal!

This plague event has made us realize the coldness and cruelty of the wizarding world; a single disagreement can lead to the slaughter of your entire family.

And it happened so quietly, without anyone noticing how they died.

This is a world where the butcher and the fish are at each other's mercy. If you don't want to become the "fish," then you can only strive to improve yourself and become the "butcher."

"So, I still need to improve my strength as soon as possible..."

Wayne muttered to himself.

After this incident, upon returning to the city of the Black Forest, he immediately set about working towards his goal of becoming a first-class wizard apprentice.

Once you become a first-class wizard apprentice, you'll have a certain standing within the wizarding academy of the Black Forest City.

First-class wizard apprentices are already considered the backbone of a wizarding academy, since there aren't that many formal wizards in this world.

The difficulties faced by second-class apprentices in striving to become first-class apprentices are little known to outsiders, which leads to the high status of first-class apprentices within the academy.

First-class wizard apprentices are already "registered" with their mentors and attract their full attention, as they are the "reserve force" who have the potential to become formal wizards in the future.

Furthermore, after becoming a first-class wizard apprentice, one can gradually begin to receive some of the mentor's laboratories, plantations, etc., serve as a breeding assistant, and receive a certain share of the profits, making them a true insider in the Wizarding Academy of the Black Forest City.

Therefore, after returning this time, I must seize the time to improve my mental strength as soon as possible and break through to the level of a first-class wizard apprentice!

After observing and admiring the scenery inside the castle for a while, Wayne's gaze was suddenly drawn to a tower next to him.

It was a tower in a side hall, with slender lines and a cold gray luster under the moonlight. There seemed to be a small circle of windows at the top.

Normally, because I had been busy investigating the drought plague in Greyhawk Keep, I hadn't had a chance to properly explore the castle.

The tower appears to be at a decent height, situated at the highest point of the entire Earl's mansion and connected to the main building.

If you were to look down over the entire castle at night from there, you could probably see much farther and more expansively.

So, on a whim, since he had nothing else to do, Wayne, feeling slightly tipsy and refreshed from the alcohol, strolled forward.

Soon, they arrived at the entrance to the tower, where Wayne saw that the door leading upstairs was open and unlocked.

It appears that no one is opposed to the passage.

Perhaps it's just a tall tower inside the castle, usually used for drying clothes, Wayne thought idly.

In any case, as a second-class wizard apprentice, there was nothing in Greyhawk Keep that could threaten him. Besides, he was in the Earl's mansion, so there was no danger.

Next, Wayne took a step and walked up the spiral stone stairs.

The stone steps were swept clean, and there were lamps for holding torches at intervals on the wall, but they were not lit at the moment.

Only a few rays of moonlight seeped in from the narrow, arrow-shaped window high up, cutting out diagonal lines of light and shadow on the stone wall.

Soon, after climbing the last stone step, we arrived at the circular room on the roof. What we saw was... a lot of pure white silk threads?

The silk threads were connected haphazardly in the room, with equal intervals between them, seemingly forming a series of passageways.

Bells hung from the silk threads...like some kind of specially made, extremely thin mithril or crystal.

The moonlight, like a silver veil, poured down from the high, arched windowpanes, illuminating the countless pure white threads interwoven inside the room in exquisite detail.

By the moonlight, one could see that the silk threads divided the room into several areas: one area was covered with a thick velvet carpet and contained a table and a soft bed;

There was a small, fixed bookshelf with books featuring unique embossed lettering; and there was also a white wardrobe.

The room was filled with a faint scent of gardenias.

As Wayne's gaze swept across the window beside him, his expression suddenly changed.

Surprisingly, I saw a girl in a white princess dress leaning against the window, her hair hanging down, her profile cool and aloof, her eyes staring blankly out the window, looking very lonely.

Beneath the skirt were a pair of delicate, small, bare feet, clad in lace stockings that reached down to the knees.

Seemingly sensing the arrival of a stranger, the girl in the white princess dress gently turned her face away.

This is an exquisite and stunning face, with delicate skin, as if sculpted from the pure white of moonlight.

When Wayne noticed the girl's eyes on her cheeks, he was immediately startled.

The girl's eyes were pale, as if covered with a layer of white rock, with only the whites of her eyes visible and no focus.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Junior Brother Wayne..."

Wayne was startled by the sudden voice, and when he turned around, he saw that it was his senior brother Holman.

At this moment, he was watching him from behind with a melancholy expression.