Did the villainous professor survive today?

Looking at the points he had earned, Kroenke opened his interface:

[Spirit Lv30 (0/2150)]

[Mana: Lv29 (580/1280)]

Strength Lv14 (121/340)

[Constitution Lv16 (327/420)]

After a moment's thought, Krenk decided to allocate the points to the mana attribute.

Although his ultimate goal is to become an all-around battle mage.

However, the current goal is to align one's capabilities with one's public image.

A fifth-order genius mage.

Therefore, the current focus remains on magical power and mental attributes.

Strength and physique can be considered for later when you reach the second-tier warrior level and can no longer advance further using Spirit Refining Reagents and training.

[You have spent 700 points, and your mana level has been upgraded to Lv30]

【Mana Lv30 (0/2150)】

[You have spent 2150 points, and your mana level has been upgraded to Lv31]

[You have spent 2300 points, and your mana level has been upgraded to Lv32]

[Remaining points: 1050!]

This time, Kroenke did not add all the points to his mana, but kept them.

Since the point consumption increases significantly after the third tier, it's always good to save some points that can be allocated to constitution and strength, just in case.

The bright blue subtitles flashed by, followed by a burning sensation coming from my abdomen.

Unlike the previous mild effects, this upgrade caused Kroenke to feel a slight burning sensation, as if he had swallowed a scalding hot potato.

Out of curiosity, Krenk activated his spiritual vision.

This was the first time he had used his spiritual vision to observe the changes in his body and his surroundings after he added points.

He discovered that the magical vortex in his abdomen suddenly expanded.

It was as if a huge hole had been blasted open by explosives, and the scattered magical energy from all around surged into his body from all directions like a tidal wave.

The next moment, Krenk's head turned red and his stomach rumbled.

A surge of air shot upwards, surging violently upwards, and Krenk opened his mouth, letting out a sharp whistling sound:

"call!"

The sound was like the screeching of a kettle after boiling water.

"Huff...drink..."

Krenk exhaled a long breath, feeling a sense of relief in his chest, as if he had expelled decades of stagnant blood.

[Mana: Lv32 (0/2450)]

[Magic value: 4400]

"No wonder the reaction was so intense..."

"Krenk murmured."

Just a few minutes ago, his magic power was only 1800, but now it has more than doubled.

That can be described as tyrannical.

"and……"

Krenk closed his eyes, sensing the changes in the magical vortex.

He could feel the originally chaotic water flow gradually stabilizing and becoming deep and restrained.

It's like a rushing stream that calms down after merging into a wide river.

Kroenke nodded.

My own magical vortex is shifting from being uncontrollable to being controllable.

Under this change, Krenk could clearly perceive the flow of magic within his body and feel how it was transported to his limbs and bones along with the flow of blood.

He bent his arm, his biceps slightly tensing, and the magic flowing through those capillaries changed direction in accordance with his thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, a burning sensation came from the muscles that were exerting force, as if a hot towel had been applied to them.

"Is this what Sophia mentioned before—the ability to control muscle function and prevent it from leaking out without sealing pores?"

Kroenke stretched his body.

Although the area of ​​performance control is small, it's still a step from nothing to something.

Progress is always gratifying.

He thought about it and realized that after finishing today's class, apart from the weekend's promotional dinner, he had no other plans for the week.

Krenk plans to go back to practice swordsmanship and, incidentally, incorporate the magic manipulation techniques he acquired when he first entered the third tier into his daily training.

Kroenke got into the car and arranged for the driver to take him home directly.

As soon as Krenk returned home, he saw his father, Richard, with his slightly overweight figure, holding a straight wooden stick, dancing in the courtyard like a warrior on the battlefield.

Kroenke stood aside, watched for a while, and then gave a fair assessment:

"Dad, has anyone ever said your movements resemble a spinning mortar?"

"Klenk, why are you saying such hurtful things?"

Richard instantly looked dejected.

"Stop playing around, let's go eat."

Kroenke confiscated the wooden stick from Richard's hand; he immediately recognized it as the one he had previously bought at the auction house.

The two arrived at the dining table, where Juliana and Sofia were already seated.

In front of each person's seat is a porcelain plate with a ring of cooked rice around the edge, and steaming curry inside.

Unlike curry powder with a flat flavor, the curry we're eating today is made from freshly ground ingredients such as turmeric, garlic, ginger, and chili, resulting in a rich aroma and a layered flavor profile with top, middle, and base notes.

In a time when transportation and storage methods were relatively backward, spices from the East were extremely rare. Even in St. Auster, a trading hub, curry made from fresh spices was only affordable to the upper class.

Kroenke scooped up a spoonful of curry and tasted it:

"Tsk, it's a bit spicy."

Whether it was because he wasn't used to the curry from another world or because his tastes were different from his predecessor's, Krenk felt that this curry was a bit too spicy.

"Klenk, if you find it too spicy, you can try adding more rock sugar, but not too much, just the right amount. I guarantee you'll love it."

Richard is showcasing his culinary taste.

The next second, Julianna turned her head and stared at Richard with a strange look:

"Seriously, Richard? You put sugar in your curry? When did that start?"

"Curry is supposed to have sugar in it," Richard said, a staunch sweet tooth. "I added sugar the first time I ate it."

Then, as if realizing something, Richard looked at the butler beside him and asked a pointed question:

"Sebastian, you never put sugar in Julianna's portion before?"

"Sebastian, did you always put sugar in Richard's portion?"

Julianna also posed a profound question.

The butler remained silent for a long time: "...Over the years, I have always made custom recipes according to the personal tastes of the master and mistress."

"Sweet curry is for kids, isn't it?" Julianna, a spice enthusiast, gave a disgusted look. "If you're going to eat curry, why add sugar? Why don't you just eat some candy yourself?"

"It tastes better with sugar! Are you a masochist eating something this spicy?"

"No, we shouldn't put sugar in it!" Juliana instantly switched to a fighting expression.

"Adding sugar is the right thing to do!" Richard stood firm on his principles.

No sugar!

"Add sugar!"

No sugar!

"Add sugar!"

"heresy!"

"You're the heretic!"

"..."

"Oh my god, how could I have married someone like you!" Juliana felt like the sky was falling.

"I'll return that sentence exactly as it was!"

The thought of having to breathe the same air as someone who eats curry without sugar made Richard wish he could rip his lungs out.

"..."

The housekeeper thought to himself that without him, the family would fall apart sooner or later.

Sofia was still a little confused as she watched the two of them locked in a fierce and uncompromising standoff.

"Brother, what's this argument about?"

The family had been living peacefully under the butler's management until Klenk, who didn't like spicy food, appeared, and this delicate balance was broken.

As the one who ignited the war, Kroenke chose to keep his head down and eat, remaining silent.

Suddenly, a servant walked over quickly and whispered a few words in the butler's ear.

"Young Master, someone has come to visit you outside the mansion." The butler came to Krenk's side again.

"Who's looking for me?"

"The other person identified herself as Olivia, and said she was your colleague."