Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Ron Seraphim

[Energy: Magic 5/5]

[Attributes: Constitution 1.54, Spirit 2.21]

[Strength: Low-level Wizard Apprentice]

[Pollution Level: Physical 17.3%, Mental 1.45/2.21]

[The following measures are recommended to reduce mental pollution]

Option 1: Learn the fundamentals of wizarding (including basic runic writing, basic potion-making, etc.); Option 2: Learn the Scarlet Eye meditation technique; Option 3: Master wizardry such as the Eye of Truth (zero ring); Option 4: ......

Mental strength increased by 0.21, mental pollution level increased by 0.39, and physical constitution also improved slightly. In addition, an energy column was added, and the current magic power limit is 5.

These were all the gains Ron had made in breaking through to the level of a low-level wizard apprentice; some were good, some were bad, but overall the benefits outweighed the drawbacks.

Finally, he turned his attention to the third proposed solution.

"The Eye of Truth, witchcraft?"

If the spirit and soul are the foundation of a wizard, then witchcraft is the extension of everything a wizard possesses; only through it can the wizard's power be displayed.

Zero-ring witchcraft is the lowest level of witchcraft, often referred to as magic tricks. Legend has it that it was created by a formal wizard to facilitate the learning of his apprentices.

In essence, it simplifies the original powerful witchcraft, allowing apprentices to use it with their own weak spiritual power.

"Course selection, witchcraft, and the upcoming training... sigh, all of these require magic stones."

Thinking of all this, a helpless expression immediately appeared on the young man's handsome face. No wonder his senior sister was interested in his "mere" three magic stones as a reward. It seems that the further you go, the poorer you become.

After composing himself, Ron walked out of his room once again.

I walked towards the classroom, bathed in the morning sunlight.

As soon as he entered, someone noticed his situation. Gray pupils looked in his direction, and a faint smile immediately appeared on his slightly aloof face.

Noticing the gaze of the pure-looking white-haired girl, he smiled and greeted her with a "Good morning."

The girl was none other than Adele, who had recently become the first student in her class to be promoted to apprentice.

Ever since Ron beat up Charlie, the other students in the class seemed to have distanced themselves from the girl, but Ron's attitude towards her remained unchanged.

This led the girl to regard him as her only "friend".

I greet him every morning.

Today, seemingly having noticed fluctuations in her own mental energy, Adele became happier than ever before.

Ron didn't quite understand the girl's thoughts either. He just responded politely. After all, the idea that you can't hit a smiling face was deeply ingrained in his soul, and he probably couldn't change it anytime soon.

Anyway, I don't really care.

As Ron sat in his seat, he felt a burning gaze fixed on him.

It's obvious who it is; apart from Charlie, that big oaf, no one in the class pays this much "attention" to him.

Ignoring it, he closed his eyes and began to meditate.

I didn't care about this guy before I got promoted, let alone now that I've been promoted. The gap between us will only widen in the future, so why bother paying attention to someone so insignificant?

"Attend class."

The familiar voice rang out again, and Ron ended his meditation and opened his eyes.

Looking at Robert on the podium, he realized that the man was also looking at him, and he immediately understood the deeper meaning in the middle-aged man's eyes.

I smiled at the other person, expecting no reply, but to my surprise, the substitute tutor actually smiled back at me.

Immediately afterwards, the other person's voice, tinged with amusement, rang out in the classroom:

"Oh, Ron got promoted too? The rest of you should work hard and learn from Adele and Ron."

"Oh, right, Ron, remember to go to the office to collect your subsidy after class."

"Alright, let's continue the lesson."

Robert briefly congratulated him on his promotion, reminded him to collect his allowance, and then returned to the topic of his lecture for the day.

But the rest of the students in the classroom were all stunned after hearing their teacher's words.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, finding it unbelievable.

This was also due to their previous stereotypes about Ron; in the minds of many, the person sitting there should be a cowardly, withdrawn fellow.

But today someone told them that this guy, whom they had always looked down on, was actually the second person in the class to be promoted to a junior wizard apprentice.

How can they possibly believe that?

The fact that it was their substitute tutor, Robert, who said this made them have no choice but to believe him.

When did I start to think that Ron was weak and easy to bully?

The same question arose in everyone's mind. After a while, everyone's eyes were focused on Charlie, who had not spoken.

Watching the tall man at the back of the crowd shrink further into a corner, they all confirmed their suspicions:

I was misled by this guy.

Then a gloating smile appeared on their faces: compared to them, who had only failed to get along with Adele and Ron, this guy had seriously offended both of them. They really didn't know what he was thinking at the time.

Ron, however, had no particular thoughts and continued to listen attentively to Robert's lecture.

In this class, only he and Adele were paying attention.

Although Robert could tell that few of the students below were paying attention, he didn't care. He just wanted to finish this tedious task as soon as possible and return to the lab to continue his experiments.

The class was spent in completely different atmospheres from the three parties.

As the bell rang, the middle-aged man on the podium concluded today's lesson with just two simple words:

"get out of class dismissed."

The same silhouette, the same way of leaving.

The difference is that in the past, everyone waited for Adele to leave first, and then they left one after another.

Today, Ron was added to the front of the team's sequence.

After the two left, the others left the classroom in twos and threes, discussing the two of them as they went.

Finally, only Charlie was left inside, sitting blankly on his stool, lost in thought. But this had nothing to do with Ron anymore.

He and Adele walked together along the tree-lined path, the girl looking down at the cobblestones beneath her feet, stepping one step at a time.

Only when they were about to part did she speak to the boy beside her:

"I have to go later, so I'll be going now. See you tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Ron waved the book at her, turned and walked towards the office. The girl watched his back, smiled, and walked in the opposite direction.

Upon arriving at the office, he found the wizard on duty and explained the situation to him.

The dozing old wizard impatiently inquired about the information, and after finding the file, he looked up and carefully examined the young man before him:

"You have good talent. Go to the testing area first to get a test result, and then come back to me to collect your subsidy."

Ron completed the junior apprentice verification according to the procedure he was told and handed the verification report to him.

"Yes, as a new student promoted to junior wizard apprentice, you will receive a one-month magic stone subsidy according to the apprentice standard. In addition, since your promotion speed meets the academy's standard for outstanding students, you will receive a three-magic stone reward."

"That's a total of eight standard unit magic stones."

"Here you go."

The old wizard took eight magic stones from the machine below and handed them to Ron.

"grateful."

He thanked them, took the magic stone from their hand, examined it carefully, and then nodded and left.

"Youth is truly wonderful~" Watching his disappearing figure, the old wizard seemed to recall something and sighed enviously.

Ron, who was walking out of the office, was unaware of all this; he was feeling rather excited.

I originally thought I would only get about three magic stones, but the result was far beyond my expectations.

A total of eight magic stones.

This is quite a fortune for him now, not to mention that his monthly subsidy has increased from one magic stone to five.

This greatly alleviated his financial crisis and left him with some extra money to do other things.

"My senior told me before that each elective course has a fixed number of class hours, and you can pay in installments according to the number of class hours, half a magic stone per month, so there's no rush."

"First, I'll go to the trading post to see if they have any suitable witchcraft spells. Then I'll visit my senior later to ask her about course selection, and then..."