Wizard: I can predict the future

Kekot Estate, inside a bedroom.

Nord leaned back in his chair, his feet propped up on a pair of low stools, with the book "Hexagonal Prism Guided Meditation" open in his hand.

He flipped through the contents of Chapter Three of the meditation method again and again, remembering every word and even every symbol on the page clearly.

But the more this happened, the deeper his brow furrowed.

After a moment, he finally stood up and casually tossed the meditation manual onto the desk beside him.

"I originally thought that even if I couldn't understand the other content, I could at least sense the spiritual power first."

Nord went to the window, raised his hand to rub his temples, and forcibly suppressed the growing irritation in his heart.

Today marks the tenth day since he arrived at the manor.

In the first few days, he tried to force himself to understand the obscure and difficult formulas and graphs in the book.

But faced with those unfamiliar symbols, I ultimately gained nothing and even became increasingly frustrated.

That feeling was like going back to my university days in my past life, when I was frantically cramming for advanced mathematics and university physics before final exams.

In the end, he had no choice but to settle for second best and try to sense spiritual power instead.

If we were to pinpoint the easiest part of this book to get started with, it would undoubtedly be the section on perceiving spiritual power.

The book mentions that by simply calming the mind, clearing away distracting thoughts, and slowly focusing the spirit, one can capture that specific frequency and enter a meditative state, thereby perceiving the existence of spiritual power.

However, these days, whenever he just begins to grasp that elusive feeling, his mind suddenly dissipates.

Like a wisp of mist, it seems to be gathered in your palm, yet it slips through your fingers in the next instant.

Nord withdrew his gaze from the window, turned back to his desk, and put the meditation manual back into his pocket.

Although he had already memorized all the contents of the book, he preferred to peruse the physical paper book rather than simply relying on memory.

"I hope that the Triangular Cone Guided Meditation Method will bring me some surprises after I board the ship."

He knew in his heart that the real key to quickly mastering meditation was deduction.

In the real world, he is distracted by distracting thoughts, his mind is disturbed by emotional fluctuations, and his thoughts are interrupted by various external factors.

But once he gets into the simulation, he becomes like a tireless machine, devoid of emotions and distractions, able to devote all his attention to it.

Just as he was about to go to the beach to relax, there was a soft knock on the door.

Boom, boom.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of hesitation.

Nord's ears twitched slightly; he could already hear the rhythm of the person's breathing.

"Come in, Iria."

The door was gently pushed open.

The girl stood at the door, wearing a light blue dress today, her blonde hair was neatly tied up, revealing her slender, fair neck.

She looked at Nord standing in front of the desk, and the smile on her face faltered.

"You...you're still practicing meditation?"

Nord nodded: "Yeah, but still nothing. I'm about to go out for a walk."

Upon hearing this, Aria's face lit up with surprise, and her heart skipped a beat.

She walked briskly into the house.

"Nord, you haven't left the house for days, you really should go out and relax."

"There are several merchant ships from other continents at the port today. I heard that they carry many rare goods that have never been seen on the Leman Continent."

"Many years ago, my father spent thousands of gold coins to acquire a glass cup that was transported from the mainland to Colombo. Shall we go take a look?"

Nord glanced at her.

Although the girl's tone was light, there was actually a hint of nervousness and anticipation in her expression.

Clearly, she wasn't simply looking for a spectacle.

"That's fine, I'd also like to see what specialties other continents have."

Upon hearing Nord's agreement, a smile immediately appeared in Iria's eyes.

The two walked out of the room one after the other, passed through the backyard corridor, and just as they reached the front courtyard of the manor, they saw a figure sitting on the stone steps in a daze.

The young man was dressed in a white nobleman's short robe, with a silver-inlaid slender sword hanging at his waist. His profile was quite handsome, but his expression was somewhat gloomy.

It was Evan Hughes.

Hearing footsteps, Evan looked up and saw Nord and Iria approaching side by side. He was taken aback at first, then looked away somewhat awkwardly.

Iria blinked, as if she had guessed something.

Why are you sitting here all alone?

Evan's face stiffened, and after a long pause, he said in a muffled voice:

"It's nothing."

Nord turned to look at the room not far behind him, the room where Vera was staying.

"You went to see Vera?"

Evan's lips twitched, and he finally couldn't help but speak:

"I just wanted to invite her to visit the exhibition at the port."

"She rejected me without hesitation and mocked me for being so attached to worldly things when I was about to become a wizard, suggesting I should spend more time studying meditation."

By the end, the boy's voice clearly carried a hint of frustration.

He was a prince in the White Moon Kingdom, and had been pampered since childhood. He had never been treated so coldly before.

But after arriving here, the prince's status suddenly seemed to lose all its value.

There are three princes and two princesses here, and the others are either sons of dukes or earls.

Moreover, the more information they came into contact with about wizards, the less anyone cared about the prince's identity.

Evan became increasingly depressed.

Nord looked at Evan and roughly understood his thoughts.

As a prince, although the royal upbringing made him more mature than the average person, he was still a boy at heart.

Faced with Vera, who possessed sixth-class wizarding talent, the idea that came naturally to him from his upbringing was to befriend her.

However, his skills were primarily suited for managing subordinates, and he was naturally helpless when faced with Vera, whose status was no lower than his.

However, he understood the situation but didn't offer any advice.

He only promised the King of the White Moon Kingdom to take care of Evan, not to be his nanny.

Iria, who was standing to the side, suppressed a laugh and coughed lightly.

"We were just about to go to the port, do you want to come along?"

Eben wanted to refuse, but when he looked up and saw that Nord was calm and didn't seem to care about it at all, and remembering his father's teachings, he knew that if he refused, it would only displease Nord.

He patted his robes:

"I'd also like to see what merchant ships from other continents look like."

The three of them left the manor together.

Kekot Estate is located outside the seaside town, not far from the port.

As you walk along the wide stone road, a foul smell gradually fills the air.

It was a mixture of sweat, fishy smell, and the stench of rotting fish and birds.

The port laborers who carried goods all day long were mostly slaves. They were constantly exposed to the scorching sun, sea breeze, and heavy cargo, so naturally they had no time to wash themselves.

In addition, the beach is often littered with dead fish and rotten shrimp that no one takes care of, and the smell is carried over from afar by the sea breeze.

As the three approached, the noise from the harbor grew clearer.

The shouts of those moving cargo boxes, the cracking of whips, the loud calls of vendors, and the clatter of ships all mingled together.

The busy slaves in the port saw the three men in their noble attire from afar, and their expressions changed instantly. They quickly lowered their heads and dragged their weary bodies to the sides of the road, afraid that their sweat and dirt would stain the hem of these noblemen's clothes.

Even the commoners selling seafood on both sides of the road, seeing this, quickly packed up their stalls and dragged their wooden basins and fish baskets back, fearing that they might block the way and incur unnecessary punishment.

In an instant, the originally crowded and noisy road was transformed into a relatively spacious passage.

Along the roadside, pairs of eyes—some filled with awe, some with indifference, and some with caution—secretly fell upon the three of them.