“I told you, that’s the price now. Take it or leave it. There are plenty of Academy Wizards in the Town who want to rent a house. If you can’t afford it, then get lost.”
A male Wizard, likely a Level Two Apprentice, waved his hand impatiently.
“I’ve seen too many Academy Wizards like you. The Town is full of you guys who have no real skill but like to put on airs.”
The man looked disgusted, as if shooing him away.
As he spoke, the man increasingly felt that the air around him was wrong...
It became so heavy that breathing became difficult, until his face turned red and he gasped for air.
Dago’s eyes gleamed slightly, his expression cold, and a powerful aura emanated from him as he said, “I don’t care what your impression is of other Academy Wizards, but towards me, I hope you learn to be polite.”
The man’s face turned pale, and he looked at him with terror in his eyes, suddenly falling to his knees and repeatedly kissing Dago’s deerskin shoes.
Dago said nothing, only looking down at the man expressionlessly.
Accompanied by the man’s disordered and rapid breathing, the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive. Just as the man was about to lose consciousness, Dago released the pressure of his Mental Power on the air.
Only then did the man gasp for fresh air. He covered his face and cried, never having felt the world so beautiful.
Dago turned and walked straight out of the room, saying, “Next time, learn to treat guests politely.”
Back on the street, looking at the passersby, he felt a little emotional.
This world is suffering for the weak, but unconstrained power is also destined to be destroyed.
The inexplicable anger that surged up earlier made him want to crush the man’s head.
Fortunately, he held back. In the Town, Wizards are forbidden from killing each other.
Once discovered by the investigators, he would be wanted by the authorities, and might end up becoming a Black Robe Wizard.
“My state of mind still needs to settle, but I wasn’t born evil in either my past or present life!”
Dago let out a sigh, thinking that it was a bit strange, but he didn’t dwell on it.
Time flew by, and it was afternoon. He casually ate something in the residential area and returned to the Wizard Inn.
There, he met a dejected Serena. The two went to the tea room together, found an empty spot, and sat down.
Dago was the first to ask, “How are things?”
“Hitting walls everywhere,” Serena said softly, lowering her head, not daring to look at Dago.
“It’s alright, I’m the same. It’s a very normal thing.”
“Any progress on the moonlight flower?”
“Lord Dago, I have already mastered the cultivation technique for the moonlight flower. We just need a suitable place to start planting it.”
“Just call me Dago. That’s good news. You’ll plant the moonlight flower, and I’ll refine the Mental Potion. Then low-level magic stones will continuously flow into both our pockets.”
At this point, Serena looked up and exchanged a smile with Dago, both imagining piles of low-level magic stones.
“The most important task for a Wizard during the apprentice stage is to accumulate Mental Power. I still have a long way to go before I’m qualified to break through to the Formal Wizard realm.”
Dago thought about it. According to his original plan, after entering the Town, he would enter the Academy to continue studying Wizard knowledge.
But now the Academy is closed, his plan is disrupted, so he can only choose to stay in the Town.
He would temporarily stay at the Wizard Inn and wait until the Academy reopens.
As night fell, the glass oil lamp cast a soft, bright light. Dago sat at the table in his room, recording something.
Dago was analyzing and reviewing his previous battles, identifying weaknesses and making improvements.
These few Wizard battles, seemingly without major incident, actually had significant problems.
One of the main issues was the lack of control methods. Dago couldn’t help but frown as he wrote, noting that he was severely over-invested in offensive capabilities.
He had almost no control skills. His few kills of Black Robe Wizards relied on the Ice Crystal Cannon’s immense destructive power and the element of surprise in his timing.
Against a Wizard who specialized in artillery-style output, Dago’s combat style might still be effective.
However, if he faced a speed-type or shield-type Wizard, once he lost the initiative, it would be very difficult to establish an advantage again.
“In constructing any complete combat system, control skills are an indispensable and crucial component.”
“Only by effectively restricting the opponent’s movements can the accuracy of spells be maximized.”
Dago thought for a moment, jotting these down. Currently, continuing to improve his ice-element spells was the best option.
He stroked his chin, considering various development ideas for ice-element spells.
After a while, he thought of another aspect: defensive spells. He currently had two defensive methods.
One was the protective shield from his Protection Ring, and the other was the ice-element armor from the Resonance Art.
The Protection Ring provided a medium-range energy shield, while the Ice Armor offered close-range physical and magical defense.
Dago rubbed his head, considering whether he should specifically learn a defensive spell.
Later, he thought better of it. Very few people learned defensive spells at the apprentice stage.
Because apprentice-level defensive spells were generally very fragile, they couldn’t withstand two hits from a spell of the same level before needing to be recast, wasting precious Mental Power.
Rather than passively getting beaten to death, it was better to just kill the opponent directly.
“After defense comes recovery and buffing.”
Dago started new notes. He remembered his battle against the last high-level apprentice Black Robe Wizard.
If he hadn’t had that last silver-white Mental Potion he refined, he might have died.
It had an miraculous effect, turning the tide in a desperate situation at the last moment.
There were many such on-the-spot burst-type potions in Wizard battles.
Especially at the apprentice stage, where Mental Power was already insufficient, whoever possessed a super-strength mental recovery potion essentially had an extra life.
Therefore, his and Serena’s ability to mass-produce Dago’s Mental Potion would definitely monopolize the Wizard market.
There was no doubt about this; after all, he had drunk it several times himself, and the effect was explosive.
Oh, right, Dago even flamboyantly named this exclusive Mental Potion ‘Dago’s Mental Potion,’ since he was the one who discovered it.
The remaining items were healing potions, antidote potions, stamina potions, and the like, which would all need to be replenished at the Academy Square.
By the end of his writing, Dago realized that no matter which aspect of planning he considered, it always came back to one crucial thing—low-level magic stones.
Currently, he had too few low-level magic stones. Aside from the patrol team’s public property, he only had eight low-level magic stones.
“Take it slow. low-level magic stones will come eventually.”
Dago comforted himself, then took out his storage leather pouch.
The fastest way to get low-level magic stones right now was to open this storage pouch he had.
So, he began to extend his Mental Power into the pouch, erasing the previous owner’s Mental Power signature.
After about an hour, Dago’s Mental Power was depleted, and a needle-like pain in his head warned him.
Rubbing his temples, Dago resumed practicing Meditation, refining mental mist and converting it into Mental Power.
He continued this work for several hours until he could no longer bear it, collapsing onto the soft, comfortable bed and falling into a deep sleep.