Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 410 Fari Terrell

Upon hearing Yaro's words, the gentleman not only did not stop him, but instead gloated and changed his tune:
"Yes, that's what he promised... Oh, and remember to change my wine to datura wine. I've been wanting to try it for a long time. I wonder what such an expensive wine tastes like."

Uncle Hank's snoring paused involuntarily for a moment.

Yaro chuckled, shook his head, and walked to the empty seat next to him.

Before long, the gentleman came over with a wine glass, sat down opposite Yaro, raised his glass and said, "On behalf of my foolish captain, I sincerely apologize to you, and please do not take offense, sir."

Yaro chuckled lightly: "I understand. Hunting is a life-or-death matter, so naturally you can't bring people you can't trust."

“Thank you for your understanding.”

After the gentleman finished speaking, he took a small sip of the wine in his glass, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were savoring its flavor.

Yaro took the opportunity to glance at him a few times.

He was probably in his thirties, with black hair and brown eyes, belonging to the race of color, but his skin appeared fair. He had a small mustache, wore a white shirt and a black vest, and was leaning on a cane, so he was very likely of noble birth.

His fingers were long and strong, indicating he had some swordsmanship skills, but judging from his previous gait, he had not undergone any knightly training.

Born into nobility, yet possessing only a limited level of swordsmanship, what makes him qualified to join a hunting party?
"A wizard's apprentice?" Yaro suddenly exclaimed.

His arm, which was holding the glass, paused for a moment. He looked up at Yaro and said, "Yes, but I'm not as good as you, sir. I'm still just a junior apprentice. By the way, my name is Fari, Fari Terrell. How shall I address you, sir?"

“Just call me ‘Moon’.” Yaro said a clearly pseudonym, then casually asked, “Why aren’t you continuing to improve? Don’t you have time to meditate?”

Yaro was quite curious as to why he was only a junior apprentice at the age of thirty.

Farrell gave a wry smile: "My talent can only support me to this extent."

"Talent...Where did you go to school? Oh, just chatting. If it's inconvenient, you don't have to pay attention."

As Yaro's grandfather once said, talent is only related to whether one can become an apprentice, and the better the talent, the faster one can improve during the apprenticeship stage, so that one can break through to become a formal wizard during the peak period of body and mind.

Aside from these, there aren't really any 'bottlenecks' during the apprenticeship stage.

After all, even a senior apprentice is still just an apprentice.

“Heh, there’s nothing to hide,” Fari said, taking a swig of his drink. “I used to study at the Ash Academy in the Golden Bauhinia Kingdom, um… a small academy of four-leaf thorns. It cost 48 magic stones as tuition, which my father earned by risking his life on the Dark Plains.”

The Kingdom of Golden Bauhinia is located on the opposite side of the Wasi Mountains, so it's quite normal for people from here to go to the Kingdom of Golden Bauhinia to study.

"So, we're actually from the same school."

Yaro seemed delighted, then switched languages ​​and asked in 'Fien language', "If I remember correctly, 48 magic stones don't seem to be enough, do they?"

48 magic stones were indeed not enough for the tuition of the academy under the Jungle House, but they were more than the magic stones that Barrow received from his mother.

Yaro quickly figured it out.

The two families came from different backgrounds. Yaro's hometown was an island in the middle region where the Void Magic was scarce, and there was no way to earn extra magic stones.

Upon hearing that familiar Finn language, Fari seemed to feel a bit closer, and poured out his grievances in fluent Finn language:

"It's not enough, but my father's hand was already broken because of these magic stones. What other choice did I have? I could only risk joining a teacher's experiment to successfully enroll..."

"You participated in the formal wizard experiment? And you're alright?" Yaro asked in surprise. Fari was also filled with emotion: "I was too cautious at the time, and I was also very lucky. I still feel scared when I think about it now. Fortunately, I was able to take on missions in the academy to earn magic stones, and I was lucky enough to make up for the missing tuition fees at the last minute before the mandatory graduation."

Enrollment is enrollment, but tuition fees are still required.

“They must have planned this all along; they’re all incredibly ruthless!” Yaro said indignantly.

However, France and Switzerland have a different opinion:

"It's a well-thought-out plan, but you can't call it heartless."

When I was in the academy, I spent most of my time meditating and studying. Even when I earned magic stones by completing tasks, I used them all on myself.

The academy tolerated my long delay, and when they finally discovered that my magic stones were incomplete, they even found me a suitable task. That's already quite forgiving.

When my child grows up, I'll send him to Ash Academy, but this time, I'll definitely raise all the tuition fees for him!

As he spoke, Farui took another big gulp of wine.

Aroma immediately changed his tune: "Yeah, like that competition..."

"An academy tournament?" Farui asked in agreement.

"Oh, and that duel thing..."

Farui quickly added, "A Bloodbath as a reward for Grimm's Water?"

“It seems so,” Yaro sighed, “But if you think about it carefully, what does the academy gain from holding all this? Nothing! We have no connection with the academy, yet they spend so many resources and give us so many treasures, just to cultivate us…”

Bang!

A tray was slammed heavily in front of Yarrow.

"Guest, please enjoy your roasted whole lamb and juice."

Yaro turned his head and saw that it wasn't the young bartender from before, but a plump woman in her forties or fifties.

"Junior Brother Yue, don't worry about her. These low-class taverns are all like this; they have absolutely no sense of service. Unlike the taverns in our academy, where the waitresses are all succubi and elves. And if you take a fancy to someone, you can just spend a tiny bit of magic stones and take her home for the night. The experience... tsk tsk!"

Fari clicked his tongue repeatedly, it was unclear whether he was savoring the wine or reminiscing about something else.

"Tsk, a toast to the Academy, a toast to the Academy Tavern." Yaro picked up his juice and raised his glass towards the direction of the Vashi Mountains.

“Yes! We should toast… no, we must toast!” Fari’s eyes were misty as he imitated Yaro and raised his cup toward the void.

The two drank at the same time, then looked at each other and suddenly burst into inexplicable laughter, their relationship instantly becoming closer.

Yaro pushed the tray towards the center, grabbed a leg of lamb, and started eating.

Farui didn't stand on ceremony and grabbed a piece of meat as well: "Whoosh! It's so hot! This meat is so tender... Slurp!"

"Glug glug... Ah!" After drinking the juice, Yaro let out a long sigh of relief, then slowed down and ate slowly, casually asking, "How long has it been since Senior Fare graduated?"

"Sigh, it's been about ten years..."

(End of this chapter)