Wizard: I can predict the future

Back Corner Alley, Thorn Crucible.

The moment Markov approached, Nord cut to the chase and said:

"Senior Markov, I want sixty bottles of Pale Blue Spring."

The Azure Spring is the best meditation potion among wizard apprentices, bar none.

The price is also very high, at thirty magic stones per tube.

Markov's gaze swept over the nameplate on Nord's chest, a hint of hesitation appearing on his face.

"Junior Nord, I understand that you want to improve your strength as soon as possible."

"Although you have now broken through to the second level of wizard apprentice, you are indeed able to consume the Light Blue Spring."

"However, it is not only a waste for you to take the Blue Spring now, but also a burden on your mental energy sea if you take it for a long time, given your strength."

"It could even leave irreversible aftereffects."

Nord looked at Markov and said seriously:

"Senior Markov, I'll be careful."

"But now that the academy's preliminary exams have been moved up, and we have to take them with the previous year's students, these risks are nothing."

Markov remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed.

Since you've made up your mind, I won't try to persuade you any further.

"However, now that the five academies of the alliance have announced rule changes for their small tests almost simultaneously, potions like Azure Spring have already been sold out."

"We only have about thirty Thorn Cauldrons left right now; the rest will have to wait."

Nord nodded.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Senior Markov."

After completing the transaction with Markov, he headed towards the only witchcraft shop in Back Corner Alley.

Deep in Houjiao Alley, in front of a low, black stone house, hangs a crooked wooden sign.

The wooden sign depicts an eye pinned to a page of a book.

Below that was a line of smaller print:

[Old Curse Bookstore]

Nord pushed open the door and entered.

The room was dimly lit, with rows of bookshelves against the wall, piled high with old manuscripts, witchcraft rubbings, and incomplete notes.

Besides witchcraft, this shop also contains many manuscripts by formal wizards or apprentices.

Behind the counter, a gaunt old man wearing a pointed hat looked up.

He glanced at the nameplate on Nord's chest and spoke calmly.

"Buy witchcraft, or sell the manuscript?"

Nord walked up to the counter.

"I need level 1, 0-ring sorcery."

The old man slightly raised his eyelids.

"Zero-ring, first-order?"

"First-tier sorcery isn't cheap; it costs at least three thousand magic stones."

Nord was still somewhat shocked when he heard the old man's offer.

He had already overestimated the price of witchcraft here, but he didn't expect it to be so much more expensive than in the academy library.

From this perspective, the college library is practically doing charity work.

However, he did not show any abnormality.

"I need wind-elemental attack and defense spells."

His deep understanding of wind element runes, gained from deriving Lesser Lightning spells, will make learning new wind element sorcery much faster.

The old man grinned, revealing a few white teeth.

"Then you've come to the right place. I have quite a few wind elemental spells here."

As he spoke, he turned around and took out several black crystal pieces from the bookshelf behind him, placing them one by one on the counter.

He reached out and pointed to the first crystal piece.

"This contains a first-tier sorcery called Wind Blade Dance."

"Wide attack range, suitable for quickly clearing out low-level monsters, price 3,600 magic stones."

He then went on to describe other magical effects and their prices.

Ultimately, Nord chose the two sorcery spells: Vacuum Rift Ring and Wind Shadow Step.

Vacuum Rift Ring is an offensive sorcery spell that creates a high-speed rotating airflow fault in the target area, and costs 4,300 magic stones.

The Wind Shadow Step is more like an escape technique.

It can create airflow nodes under and near the caster, allowing the wind element to rapidly change position.

If mastered, it can even perform a near-displacement-like dodge over a very short distance.

Priced at 6,800 magic stones.

As for defensive magic, Nord did not choose it.

It's not that we don't have enough magic stones, but that the magic shield is sufficient for most situations.

Learning another defensive spell would not only take too long, but even if it were learned, its effect would not be much stronger than a magic shield.

The old man watched as Nord traded over ten thousand magic stones through the crystal ball and nodded in satisfaction.

He handed two of the crystal pieces to Nord.

"Let me make this clear first, this is just a rubbing of a witchcraft spell."

"It contains the complete rune structure and sorcery model, but without any annotations."

"If you don't have the talent to learn it, don't come back to me asking for a refund."

At this point, he pointed to the fine runes on the surface of the crystal.

"Furthermore, once the crystal chip recognizes your mental energy, its contents will be automatically locked, and no one else will be able to read them after that."

"Also, what you purchased is only the right to use these two witchcraft techniques; you cannot teach them freely."

After the transaction was completed, Nord took the two spells and headed towards Black Raven Manor.

Throughout the journey, he was still pondering whether to consume source points to deduce the Wind Shadow Step and Vacuum Rift Ring.

Based on the estimation of the secondary lightning spell, these two spells can be deduced to at least the minor level, and it is not impossible to even master them.

After all, he knew nothing about wind elemental runes when deriving Lesser Lightning Bolt.

However, just as he stepped out of Back Corner Alley, a slight commotion suddenly arose ahead.

Nord looked up.

A young man dressed in fine clothes walked slowly towards them, surrounded by several apprentices.

Many of the apprentices around him instinctively moved aside when they saw him.

Upon seeing this, Nord quickly made a judgment in his mind.

He's probably another young master from some powerful family.

He had no intention of causing trouble, so he, like the others, stepped aside.

Unexpectedly, the other person suddenly stopped as they passed in front of him.

The apprentices following behind the boy also stopped in their tracks.

The apprentices who were about to leave suddenly sensed something was wrong and all turned to watch the spectacle.

The young man looked Nord up and down, a contemptuous smile slowly spreading across his lips.

"You're Nord Blank?"

Nord looked at the boy calmly.

"Who are you?"

A hint of displeasure flashed in the boy's eyes, as if it was extremely impolite of Nord not to recognize him immediately.

Immediately behind him, an apprentice said coldly:

"This is Azeverein Crook."

"Norde Blank, aren't you going to bow to Senior Azeville?"

The Crook family.

Nord's eyes flickered slightly.

really.

This family is truly a persistent ghost.

Azeville raised his hand, signaling the person behind him to shut up, then looked at Nord with a half-smile.

"I heard you made Sauron lose face a lot."

"That's true. Soren is a piece of trash. Apart from having some talent, he has nothing to offer."

His voice turned somber as he said this.

"However, it's his business if that fool Soren makes a fool of himself."

"But you shouldn't look down on the Crook family."

"If you kneel down and apologize now, I might choose to forgive you."

Nord was not angered by his provocation, but simply said:

"Who do you think you are, to presume to be worthy?"

The surroundings immediately became quieter.

Many apprentices who were watching the commotion nearby quickly stepped back, afraid of getting involved.

Azevere's smile grew even colder.

"Hmph, you'll regret your choice today."

"The academy's quizzes don't take place inside the academy."

"It's best to stay away from me during this college quiz. If you see me, just take a detour."

He took a half step forward, his gaze falling on Nord's face, and his voice suddenly turned cold.

"Otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you."

"Until you obediently kneel down and admit your mistake."

Nord looked at Azeville quietly.

A moment later, he suddenly turned away, as if he had lost interest in continuing the conversation.

"Where did that dog's barking come from?"

Azeverein's smile froze instantly.

The expressions of the apprentices behind him changed drastically, and one of them immediately shouted angrily:

"Nord Blank, you're asking for it!"

Nord didn't pause, as if the other party really was just a few stray dogs on the roadside.