Taylor, who had just submitted the task of collecting salamander scales, had just arrived at the apprentice library when he heard Oak's angry voice, and then a whirlwind suddenly rolled up and threw an unlucky guy out.
Looking at the miserable figure of the unlucky guy turning away, Taylor raised his eyebrows, pushed open the door of the apprentice library, and saw Oak with some anger still remaining on his face.
"What happened just now?"
Seeing Taylor coming, Oak waved his hand unhappily, took out two cups from under the counter, poured two cups of water, handed one to Taylor, and placed the other in front of himself.
"I am just a hopeless second-level wizard apprentice. I am almost 30 years old and still stuck at this stage. I have not been able to outline my fourth wizardry model. This life is over."
Oak shook his head. He became a third-level wizard apprentice but failed. When he tried to be promoted to a first-level wizard, he suffered irreversible mental damage and then started working as a librarian in the apprentice library.
"He has been begging me, hoping that I can exchange a book on increasing a wizard's spiritual power for a lower points price. He wants to give it a try, but he doesn't have enough points. Knowledge related to spiritual matters like this is very expensive."
At this point, Oak's mouth twisted, and it was unclear what he was laughing at. Maybe it was the unlucky guy who overestimated his own abilities just now, or maybe it was himself who had failed now.
Taylor asked, seeing that Oak now had a slightly mocking smile on his face.
"Then why did you give me a half-fold on that witchcraft item?"
"That's because you are worth investing in. You have to know that for a nine-year-old boy to become a first-level wizard apprentice, it means he has a very high talent for wizardry."
Oak picked up the cup of water in front of him, took a sip of hot water, and continued.
"Do you really think you are cute? Or do you think we have the intention to promote the younger generation? Forget it, Tutus from the Miscellaneous Affairs Department and Jili from the Miscellaneous Affairs Department. If it were any other ordinary apprentice, they wouldn't even have the chance to meet them."
"They are just like me. They have no possibility of further advancement, but they are doing the most lucrative jobs among the apprentices. If we want to protect our positions, we have to invest in those powerful wizard apprentices. Even if they cannot become wizards, being able to be our friends is a deterrent. What's more, when they become noble wizards, the things they give away at will will be enough for us to benefit from."
After listening to Oak's words, Taylor had no dissatisfaction. The basic code of wizards clearly pointed out that everything has its own rules, and the most fundamental of these rules is gain and loss. Every time you enjoy a benefit, you will pay a price.
Equivalent exchange is the truth that wizards uphold most. If you gain benefits, you must return them in the future.
"Then when I become a powerful wizard in the future, I will definitely repay you for your help."
Looking at Taylor's somewhat childish but extremely serious face, Oak laughed and took out a small bag of black powder from the inner pocket of his clothes. He scooped out a spoonful, put it into a smaller cloth bag and handed it to Taylor.
"That's what I've been waiting for. Take this thing. When you feel tired or stressed in the future, put half a fingernail's worth of it in a cup of water and drink it with hot water."
Taylor reached over and took the small fabric bag, looking up at Oak, who then explained.
"This thing is rare among wizard apprentices. It is not found in the sundries. It can relieve mental stress and fatigue. It was given to me by a wizard I invested in before. Now I don't know where this wizard has gone. He hasn't been here for many years."
This is a good thing.
Taylor's eyes seemed to light up, and he quickly put the small fabric bag into his chest pocket, then asked anxiously.
"Can I buy some more from you when I finish drinking it later?"
"It's just that small bag worth 100 points. I'll give it to you this time... Just give me 40 points."
"I really thought you were going to give it to me. Didn't you say you wanted to invest in me?"
After paying 40 points unwillingly, Taylor finally remembered the purpose of his visit.
"Oh, by the way, Oak, I almost forgot why I came here this time. I want to exchange the witchcraft model of Black Mist and a book on the basics of witchcraft runes."
A very correct choice.
Black fog is often used to block the enemy's vision or to escape, and it is very practical.
Witch runes are an extension and further manifestation of the wizard's power. They can be used to make witchcraft arrays, witchcraft props, witchcraft puppets, etc. It can be said that they are the carriers of the wizard's power.
Oak nodded, then turned and went into the library and took out two books.
"The witchcraft model of Black Mist is worth 125 points, and the witchcraft rune foundation is worth 100 points."
“Why aren’t these two on sale?”
"This is the price clearly marked by the great wizards. The Fire Medal and the black powder were provided by me personally. Can they be the same?"
"oh."
"Don't forget to return it after 14 days."
"oh."
Looking at Taylor's departing figure, Oak opened another cabinet filled with the cloth bags.
Young people are easy to fool...
After returning to his little room, Taylor immediately began to study the newly acquired witchcraft model.
"There are a total of 16 spiritual nodes and four witchcraft runes."
Taylor carefully studied the explanation of the witchcraft model he had obtained. The Black Mist Spell had one more witchcraft rune than his first witchcraft model, the Secondary Fireball Spell, and also had 5 more mental power nodes.
This also means that the model is more complex, consumes more mana, and is more likely to cause accidents when connecting the model.
According to the records in the book, the four witchcraft runes represent vision, smell, hearing and fog respectively, which means that after this witchcraft is cast, it will block the target's vision, smell, hearing, and it will be in foggy form.
After about three hours, Taylor felt his head was dizzy. He immediately put down the book in his hand, dug out a small piece of black powder from the small cloth bag in his inner pocket with his index fingernail, and brewed it with hot water.
After drinking the light black liquid, Taylor immediately felt his head was very clear, as if the foggy feeling that had just shrouded his mind had disappeared in an instant.
"This is indeed a good thing. Time is precious and must be used quickly."
(End of this chapter)