The class schedule at the magic academy is not fixed, because you only need to learn magical language and history of magic. In fact, there are only a few classes every day, and most of the time is arranged for self-study.
Taking advantage of the time when they were not in class, the apprentices came in groups, including one of the big mouths who spread the news, Turner and his followers, and John who was dragged here.
The magic apprentices came to a point ten meters away from the door of the treatment station and stopped.
"Isn't this a church?" A short man who looked like he hadn't washed his hair in a while looked around. "Did we come to the wrong place?"
"Shouldn't it be?"
"Look, the Adventurers' Guild," a freckled girl said. "Right across from the Adventurers' Guild, right?"
"Is this it?" the apprentices asked the loudmouth, "Didn't you say it was here?"
Big Mouth scratched his head: "I heard that too."
"Are you being fooled?" the magic apprentices complained. It took more than half an hour to get from the Magic Academy to the Adventurer's Guild, and they didn't want to be fooled like this.
"This place looks so small. The narrow door exudes poverty. It's not even as big as the door to my shop," the shoemaker's son commented. He felt that the wealthier and more upscale the place, the bigger the door and the more space it occupied.
"Now that I know the intelligence is wrong, can I go back?" John said with a serious face to Turner, who had his arm around his shoulder.
"It's still early, why go back? Besides, we can't even be sure we're mistaken. Hey, you, you." Turner raised his chin and beckoned to the passing adventurer, "Come here."
The adventurer who was named ignored him, carried a chicken and walked into the treatment station, leaving them with only a dashing back view.
Turner has never been very popular. Seeing that someone ignored him, the magic apprentice burst into muffled laughter.
Turner lived a pampered life, looking youthful. He wasn't very old, two years younger than John. Dressed in casual clothes, he looked like a child who had lost his family and his followers, which was why the adventurers were unwilling to pay attention to him.
Turner released the hand that had been hooked around John: "What do you mean?" He followed the adventurer angrily into the treatment station.
Turner was a child of the nobility. Unlike ordinary magic apprentices, even if he hadn't been chosen by a magician, he could still learn some unconventional magic through certain channels. Just like the prank he used on John, it was enough to deal with ordinary people.
John was still worried about his hand and had no interest in this farce: "I'm leaving." Instead of running around, he might as well go back and practice writing with his other hand.
"Wait." Turner's friends pulled him back.
"It's not common to see Turner making a fool of himself. Don't you want to take a look before leaving?" As he said this, he pushed him into the door of the treatment station.
It was not clear which god's church this was. The magic apprentices crowded outside the door, too embarrassed to go in, and curiously leaned against the door to peek inside.
"It's so huge in there," the apprentices exclaimed quietly. "It must be twice as big, no, three times as big. It uses more advanced spatial laws than our academy's auditorium."
Turner's attention was focused on the adventurer who just passed by and he didn't notice the change in space.
"Stop." Turner drew his wand.
The adventurer walked into the kitchen carrying a chicken, which was his newly acquired ingredient, and he was going to give it to Mrs. Eddie to help cook.
Judy, who was preparing to receive the visitor, tried to dissuade him: "Please calm down."
The unreliable Qiao Li is locking himself in the confessional, Er Yi's fatigue value has reached 80, so he went back to the house to rest, and Bick is communicating with the children.
Now there are only Judy and a few newly recruited staff members in the reception hall. They have no fighting skills and dare not say anything too harsh.
The adventurer came out of the kitchen and was dissatisfied to find that Turner was causing trouble for the staff in the treatment station.
"Fighting is prohibited in Sunset City." said the adventurer.
Turner was muttering something, as if he was casting some spell.
But his magic was so poor that the elements didn't react at all, and Ling Ling Ba didn't judge his action as an attack.
"I don't recommend you launch any attacks here." The new staff member Carter gestured to Turner to pay attention to his surroundings.
The multi-layered spatial laws indicated that this was no ordinary small church; the interior decoration revealed elegance in every detail. Most importantly, on the second-floor staircase, a demonic wolf with gray-blue fur and white claws stood with its head held high, staring down at him condescendingly.
"Fuck you." Turner cursed and turned to leave. His friends laughed in the back while John stared at the price tag of the treatment items in the treatment station.
Judy noticed that quite a few people came to the door, all of them looking at children who were a few years younger than her.
"How can I help you?"
…
Eryi was interrupted by a system prompt in the middle of meditation.
[Host, please note that a human who needs treatment has appeared in the treatment station.]
She picked up the robe that was thrown aside, put it on, and went out and downstairs.
In the reception hall on the first floor, a group of magic apprentices were surrounding several staff members and asking questions.
"Are you purchasing magic power here?"
"What's the price?"
“Is there a lower limit?”
Eryi opened the control panel and checked their personal profiles one by one.
Everyone has mana, probably the publicity mission worked. No one has less than 100% health. As for the negative status...
Eryi's gaze rested on a young man who looked to be the oldest. He seemed to be in a bad mood and stood at the back of the crowd, not asking any questions like the others.
John Harris
HP 100%, Fatigue 78/100, Mana 28/28
[John's Petrifying Curse]
The number 008 should refer to this person. His magic power is surprisingly low for a magic apprentice.
"Good afternoon." Eryi walked up to John, blocking his view of the price tag. "You seem very confused."
"Good afternoon," John said awkwardly, not being very articulate. "I want to ask you something." He shifted his position and pointed at the price tag.
It says that the price of curse removal starts from 30 silver coins.
"I'm not sure about this..." He rolled up his sleeve, revealing his hand, which looked covered in cracks. "Can it be removed?"
"I made a mistake when I was drawing the magic circle myself," John explained.
"You are too careless." The magic apprentice next to him noticed John's situation. She and John were not in the same class and were not familiar with each other.
"Because we don't have special magic robes, the academy doesn't recommend that we use magic and draw complete magic circles, right?" The girl expressed her disagreement with John's approach.
"Have you had a healer check it out?" she asked concernedly. "In two days, the Master Magician will come to select apprentices. You need to get healed as soon as possible."
"I've seen it." John suppressed his emotions: "They said it would take at least seven days to be cured."
"That's too bad." The girl, not knowing how to comfort John, turned away and said, "Good luck."
Eryi confirmed John's panel information again. Although she had practiced curse exorcism thousands of times in private and even upgraded her skills, she had never tried to cast a spell on anyone.
"We can try. If successful, you will pay me 30 silver coins."
"Thank you." John suppressed the hope in his heart. If he was not cured, he would be extremely depressed.
Eryi didn't waste any more time and began chanting the curse-dispelling spell. Compared to ordinary healing spells, the curse-dispelling spell was more complicated, with a strange tone and obscure words, attracting the attention of everyone around.
As the last line of the spell was completed, a virtual circle of light rose from under John's feet, covering him from bottom to top. Only a soft "pop" was heard from his body, and the circle of light dissipated with a puff of gray smoke.
When Eryi checked John's condition again, the curse on him had disappeared.
John clenched his hands blankly a few times and tried to raise his hands.
John's classmates also knew what had happened and had initially thought that he would have to miss this opportunity and wait for other magicians to choose him. Seeing that John's fingers seemed to have returned to normal, they came over and asked, "Are you alright?"
"It seems to be okay." The haze on John's face had dissipated, and he was trying to make other movements.
The apprentices' eyes changed instantly as they looked at Eryi. There weren't many priests skilled in exorcising curses, and they were all high-ranking priests with deep faith and a strong affinity for holy elements.
Eryi's features were not deep, and his skeleton was not as big as that of ordinary humans in the magical plane. In the eyes of these apprentices, he was only a few years older than them at most.
"Hello?" They grew a little reserved. Most of the commoners' parents were local residents of Sunset City, and at least half of them held religious beliefs. Subconsciously, they held a certain reverence for the priesthood.
Eryi smiled and turned to John: "30 silver coins."
"Oh, yes." John suppressed the joy on his face, took out his small pocket and counted the coins from it. As he was counting, he was stunned.
Thirty silver coins was nearly a month's salary for the average person. Even though John was a magic apprentice, he was still a child from a commoner family. How could he carry so many silver coins around?
He was temporarily held hostage by Turner this time and never thought that he would encounter a way to resolve the curse, nor did he prepare money in advance.
"Sorry, I don't have enough money." John was a little embarrassed. He took out twelve silver coins and his wand and placed them on the table. "I can use my wand as collateral first. Now I'll go back and get the remaining coins."
The cheapest basic wand for apprentices costs one gold coin.
"Maybe you could consider selling your magic power," Eryi suggested.
"Thank you." John didn't take back his wand: "I'll try." Just as Turner mocked him, his total magic power was at the bottom among magic apprentices, and he was not sure whether his magic power was enough to sell.
The magic apprentices exchanged their magic power for coins with satisfaction. For the apprentices who were still studying in the academy, their magic power was of almost no use.
Only when drawing a magic circle would some magic power occasionally leak out along with the magic ink. But it turned out that when the apprentices' magic power triggered the magic circle, it usually didn't do anything good.
Relatively speaking, because they rarely use magic power, their recovery is very slow. Magic apprentices who have officially entered the working world can only restore their magic power to full twice a day through meditation, while they need a day and a night.
John is the last apprentice to sell magic power, and he is about to spend his magic power like other students.
"I'll adjust the acquisition standards." Eryi said.
When Eryi initially set the purchase price, she hadn't considered the possibility of someone with such low magic points, so she set the minimum purchase price at 50. Adjusting the purchase rules was easy for her; all she had to do was change a setting. As long as it allowed her to receive more magic points, there was nothing wrong with it.
"From now on, every 25 mana points will be a level, 5 silver coins."
John lowered his head, and he vaguely felt that this was a situation that was taken care of for him.
Sure enough, when he felt that his magic power was almost exhausted, he barely reached the standard of 25.
Eryi looked at the magic power he had harvested, thought for a moment, and then said to John, "You can use the magic power to deduct your consultation fee. Just remember to come here every day from now on."
John shook his head. "Perhaps not, but I'll pay the remaining fee tomorrow." If he was chosen by Wood, he would be housed in the Mage Tower for the rest of his life. If the rumors were true, he might not have the chance to leave the tower.
"Okay." Eryi felt a little regretful and put the wand he left behind into the cabinet.
John's magic is quite special.
Although his total magic power is small, each element is very evenly distributed. Of course, for magicians, it is very mixed.
More importantly, he possesses space magic.
Void elements are extremely rare. At least apart from Mao Rongrong, Eryi has never purchased any other void elements.
For every 100 points of magic power provided by Fluffy, only 1 point is the space element.
Eryi has recently been experimenting with Mao Rongrong to see if absorbing the same elemental crystal over a long period of time can adjust the distribution of magic power. Every day, she has Mao Rongrong inject magic power into the magic power storage ball and absorb the magic power from the holy element crystal.
After a month of adjustment, the proportions in Fluffy's body have changed.
Previously, it was 40% Wind, 57% Water, 2% Holy, and 1% Void. Now it has been changed to 37% Wind, 52% Water, 10% Holy, and 1% Void.
The previously useless healing magic has also been changed. It no longer needs saliva as a medium, and can directly release healing magic. The effect is comparable to Jory's healing spell.
John's magic value, 25 points, 5 of which are empty elements, may not seem like much. But in fact, after saving for a month, Eryi only saved 150 empty elements.
She hoped to adjust the distribution of Fluffy's magic power by collecting void elements. She had read about the legend of void elements in a certain unofficial history of the magical plane, and it was said that when used to the extreme, it could travel to other worlds.
Unofficial history describes the abyss and the divine realm, but Eryi imagines the world of 008.
After John left, Eryi muttered to himself, "Why do I always feel like I've seen his name somewhere?"
【Maybe I have seen it before, but the host doesn’t remember it? 】
"Forget it, I think his name is too popular." After saying that, Eryi went back to the lounge to meditate.
What she didn't notice was that her ancient magic carriage, bathroom, kitchen, and other things with a touch of magic all had corresponding instructions for use.
There is a line of small print at the bottom of the instructions.
——This item was made by John Harris.
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