Wizard: I can predict the future

At that moment, Nord saw wisps of light in his mind.

They constantly traverse through a void, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing.

Nord immediately understood; this was his mental power.

As he focused his mind, the number of fluorescent lights increased, and the originally scattered points of light gradually became clearer, even forming a fine line.

At the same time, he also vaguely sensed that there was something special in the outside world that was silently attracting him, as if he could be drawn into his body with just a thought.

The feeling was intense and natural, like a life instinct.

But Nord forcibly suppressed this impulse; he understood that this was the ether described in the book.

However, he has not yet constructed a mental energy model. If he were to absorb it rashly, the violent nature of magic would likely tear his physical body apart in the next second.

In addition, he could vaguely see scattered cyan, red, blue, and brown specks of light floating around his body.

They constantly wander around, appearing and disappearing, like dust scattered in the air.

Forget about the research, and barely managing to suppress his instincts, Nord dared not continue to immerse himself in the meditation and quickly withdrew from the meditative state.

He opened his eyes, and the recorder was still on the display stand, as if nothing had happened.

If he hadn't been able to clearly perceive the existence of spiritual power at this moment, he would have thought it was all a dream.

He remained silent for a moment, then glanced at Iria beside him without making a sound.

She was carefully examining the recorder in front of her, a hint of doubt in her eyes, wondering why Nord was staring at the recorder without showing any unusual behavior.

Nord shifted his gaze slightly, then swept it over the nobles and reserve soldiers who had just passed by the recorder.

Those people only stayed for a moment before moving on to the next exhibit, and no one showed any unusual behavior.

Clearly, he was the only one who heard that flute music.

Nord looked at the recorder on the display stand again, and a sense of shock rose in his heart.

This thing is clearly related to wizards, otherwise how could it allow one to easily perceive spiritual power as usual?

He looked at the wooden sign beside him: 48,000 gold coins.

"We must get it!"

Nord made a decision in an instant.

He suppressed his inner turmoil and calmly picked up the wooden plaque next to the display stand.

His action immediately attracted the attention of many people in the exhibition hall.

Although everyone was admiring the exhibits, no one was actually prepared to buy anything, as the prices were indeed quite high.

And it doesn't seem worth the price.

In an instant, all eyes in the exhibition hall fell on Nord.

"Who is this gentleman?"

"I'm not sure, but he should be one of the nobles who stayed at the Kecourt Manor."

"Nearly fifty thousand gold coins. It seems this person is either a prince of some duchy or the son of some grand duke."

A low murmur arose from the crowd.

According to the usual agreement, picking up the wooden sign first is almost equivalent to preparing to buy the exhibit.

Only an elderly man with gray hair stood at the edge of the crowd, looking at Nord with a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

The other wizard trainees, though they didn't know why Nord would choose an ordinary flute, weren't too surprised.

After all, he was about to become a wizard, and his views on gold coins gradually changed from those of ordinary people.

However, they were still just young men who had not yet been granted titles, and their wealth was controlled by their families. They carried at most a few hundred gold coins with them when they left. They came to the exhibition booth mainly to get some fresh air and broaden their horizons.

They were well aware of Nord's identity; he was a genuine earl, and before leaving, he had sold off his assets and had at least several hundred thousand gold coins on him.

Just then, Captain Josiah noticed the commotion and quickly walked over.

"Count Blank, you have a good eye. This recorder is very famous in our Honeyfire Town. It is one of the instruments once used by a great artist."

"Captain Josiah, I would like to purchase this recorder."

As he spoke, Nord took out a thin leather wallet from his pocket, from which he took out a few gold coins that shimmered with a faint purple glow and a stack of thin bills with dark gold thread patterns.

"I don't have any freshly minted gold coins on me; I only have some purple gold coins and drafts. I don't know if the captain will accept that."

Seeing Josiah's gaze fall on the few purple-gold coins, Nord added calmly.

"The Purple Gold Coin is a high-value exchange currency jointly backed by several major duchies, with one coin being worth five thousand gold coins; these bills of exchange are gold-patterned exchange notes issued by several dukes of the White Moon Duchy, each worth one thousand gold coins."

"These purple gold coins can be exchanged directly in some large towns, while the bills of exchange can only be exchanged in the White Moon Principality."

Generally speaking, nobles on the continent of Leman do not like to exchange their wealth for such things.

After all, gold coins and bills of exchange ultimately rely on the reputation of the duchy or nobles, and are far less reliable and reassuring than boxes of gold coins.

But for chambers of commerce and travelers who need to cross borders, these things are obviously much safer than dragging boxes of gold coins.

Some of the items Nord possessed were specially exchanged before he left the Duchy of White Moon, while the rest came from previous spoils.

Josiah looked at the remaining purple gold coins and drafts in Nord's wallet, a greedy smile spreading across his face.

"Yes, of course we can accept it."

"But as you know, although the purple gold coins and bills of exchange are good, I still have to personally go to the White Moon Kingdom to verify and redeem them. It is not only time-consuming and laborious, but also carries some risks."

He rubbed his fingers together and said with a smile:

"Therefore, we need to add another purple gold coin."

Nord took out another purple gold coin from his wallet and handed it to the captain.

Once he became a legendary knight, the amount of gold coins became just a number to him. Moreover, now that he was about to embark on a new journey, it would be even better if he could exchange it for something that resembled a wizard's item.

Josiah accepted the gold coins and draft with a smile and quickly put them into his wallet.

He then took the recorder from the display stand and handed it to Nord.

"Count Blank, this recorder is now yours."

Nord took the recorder. It didn't seem special to him; it was just a recorder made of ordinary wood.

After putting the recorder away, he looked up at Josiah and continued to inquire about the origin of the artifact.

Unfortunately, Josiah didn't know much either.

He said the recorder was associated with a mysterious artist who was famous 1,800 years ago.

The other party's real name has long been lost to the passage of time, leaving only a legendary title—Master of Dreamy Sounds.

The next few items didn't catch Nord's attention, but Iria picked out a seashell that looked absolutely dreamy.