Planting an immortal tree in the wizarding world

Chapter 45 The Wizard's Hand
Tuesday, around 4 p.m., it was almost time for another private pharmacy class.

Ronan left Triumph City, found a secluded corner, put on his ebony mask, cloak, and hood, and headed towards the manor where he would be giving lectures.

According to Paul, the instructor was a professor of pharmacy at the Kingdom Wizarding Academy.

He taught off-campus in order to earn extra money.

A lesson is expensive, but for Ronan now, it's not a big deal.

In the markets of the cultivation world, selling a single talisman is enough for him to attend more than ten classes.

'Fortunately, prices in this world are not high and are relatively stable,' Ronan thought to himself.

The Kingdom of Valant's monetary system, consisting of copper, silver, and gold coins, was still able to support wizard transactions.

However, it may also be because he has not been involved in high-level wizarding transactions.

He guessed that if it reached that level, it would be more about bartering.

After paying the tuition at the entrance of the manor, Ronan went inside.

The classroom was a large house in the manor, and it was very spacious.

When Ronan first came to teach, there were only about two hundred desks in the classroom.

Now, there are about five hundred desks.

This professor's teaching business is booming.

Ronan walked to a desk in the middle row and sat down.

As time passed, people dressed in various robes and wearing various masks arrived one after another, gradually filling the desks.

A little while later, the professor, dressed in a white robe, wearing a white hood and a white mask, also entered the hall and went straight to the podium.

He used a sonic amplification spell and began to teach.

Ronan took out a quill pen and ink, along with a roll of parchment, and pretended to take notes.

While the professor was lecturing, the AI ​​"Hongmeng" in his mind was running.

His records are far more complete than his sloppy handwriting.

But everyone present was taking notes, and if he didn't, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.

After all, teaching wizarding knowledge in private violates the kingdom's laws.

If he simply listens to the lecture without taking notes and appears indifferent, he could easily be suspected of being an undercover agent.

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As Ronan was listening to the lecture, he suddenly heard the sound of scraping paper next to him, a rapid and continuous sound.

Turning his head, he saw a person next to him wearing a black cloak, and judging from the bulge in her chest, she must be a woman.

Her hands were crossed over her chest.

In front of him was a quill pen, suspended in the air, writing rapidly on the parchment.

She wrote down every word the professor said.

Ronan first used AI to analyze the woman and learned that she was only a second-level wizard apprentice.

He felt relieved and released his divine sense to envelop the woman.

He immediately sensed that there was an invisible hand in front of the woman, holding a quill pen and writing.

'Could this be witchcraft, the wizard's hand?' Ronan wondered.

Ronan concocts potions every day and also wants to learn wizarding hands to reduce the time spent on moving equipment, grinding materials, and so on.

He had sought help from Paul.

But Paul only wanted to learn powerful magic and had no interest in learning wizarding techniques.

At the Kingdom Wizarding Academy, Paul could only consult the wizarding books in the library, but he was not allowed to take them out.

Paul couldn't possibly memorize the contents of the witchcraft book and then bring it out.

Because the books of witchcraft contain spells and models of witchcraft.

If you memorize the pronunciation of the incantation and the construction process of the magic model, it is equivalent to learning this magic.

Paul didn't learn this witchcraft, and Ronan had no other way to learn it either.

Ronan also asked Awen, but Awen didn't understand this witchcraft either.

Now that Ronan had seen someone who could perform this witchcraft, he felt a slight excitement. However, since he was in the middle of a class and didn't want to disturb them, he decided to talk about it after the private lesson.

Two hours later, the lecture ended.

The strange woman beside him was using her sorcerer's hand to help him pack his belongings.

"This lady..."

As soon as Ronan spoke in a hoarse voice, the woman hurriedly packed her bundle and turned to leave.

Ronan was slightly taken aback, then quickly followed.

He didn't understand why the woman was so nervous.

Perhaps it was because she was attending classes in private, which violated the kingdom's laws, that she didn't want to contact anyone and expose herself.

The woman quickened her pace slightly and walked into the crowd of students leaving get out of class.

It's difficult to speak in a crowd.

Ronan's consciousness was locked onto the woman, and he silently followed.

After leaving the manor and getting away from the crowd of students leaving school, the woman glanced back and saw that Ronan was following her.

Her slender body trembled, and she immediately took off running.

"Madam, please wait a moment."

Ronan ran after him.

This woman is not a formal wizard and cannot use energy particles to temper her body.

His physical strength is far inferior to that of Ronan now.

In just a few steps, Ronan caught up with her.

"Madam, I don't mean anything by it, I just want to learn 'Wizard's Hand' from you, for a fee!"

Upon hearing this, the woman, who had been running wildly, gradually stopped and turned around.

"Don't come any closer."

The woman took a few steps back, keeping her distance from Ronan.

To conceal her identity, she deliberately spoke in a hoarse voice.

However, her original voice should have been soft and sweet, and even though it was hoarse, it was still somewhat delicate.

Ronan then stopped in his tracks.

The unfamiliar woman was panting heavily, her chest heaving.

A pair of sky-blue eyes hidden behind the mask stared intently at Ronan.

After she calmed down a bit, he asked, "What you just said, is it true?"

“Of course,” Ronan said.

"How much are you paying?" the woman asked.

“Seven valant gold coins,” Ronan said.

After thinking for a moment, the woman said, "Alright, give me seven Valant coins, and I will recite the contents of the Wizard's Hand to you."

Ronan immediately took out seven valant gold coins, counted them in front of the woman, then put them in a pouch and shook it:
"The gold coins are ready. Just tell me the spell for the Wizard's Hand, and I can memorize it. All you need to do is give me the construction process of the sorcery model."

Generally speaking, witchcraft incantations are complex in their syllables and tones, and are quite obscure.

Simply imitating it takes a lot of time to achieve the same result.

But Ronan was different; he possessed the Primordial Chaos, which allowed him to record language in real time.

He had read the wizard's book on growth magic and knew that the wizard's book contained a long passage just to explain how to pronounce the spells correctly.

If this woman were to write it down from memory, it would probably take her quite some time.

So he asked the woman to write down the construction process of the witchcraft model from memory.

"No, you can't possibly imitate me just by listening to my chanting. If you can't learn it, won't you keep pestering me for the gold coins back? I'll just write it all down."

After speaking, the woman took out a blank parchment and, using her wizarding hand, began to write it down from memory very quickly.

(End of this chapter)