Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 120 Griffith
The early morning in the foggy jungle is always a bit gloomy. Scattered sunlight shines through the thick fog, giving the ancient buildings a hazy golden hue.

At dawn, Ron stood on the terrace of the workshop, looking at the morning light in the dark foggy jungle.

The morning breeze caressed his cheek, and he could clearly feel the tremendous changes that had taken place in himself.

The powerful force of the Blood Knight flowed in his body. Among the four consciousness cores of Chimera, the giant dragon head representing the Red Blood Flying Dragon was continuously pumping hot blood into his heart.

Three days had passed since he completed the bloodline activation ceremony. During this time, he had been adapting to the changes brought about by the Chimera bloodline and the ability of the Red Blood Flying Dragon that the first consciousness core had successfully replicated.

Now, he can control the formation and retraction of dragon scales at will, and can even form a thin layer of scales deep in the skin without attracting attention, which can provide protection without being noticed by outsiders.

"It's time," Ron said to himself, finally straightening his new dark grey robes.

He had specially prepared this for today. Compared to the light gray of ordinary novice apprentices, the color of this robe was darker, symbolizing the upcoming change in status.

Ailan stood at the door, holding a small wooden box in her hand.

"Master, this is a gift I prepared for you." She carefully handed the wooden box to Ron.

Ron took the wooden box and gently opened it. Inside was an exquisite brooch in the shape of a green leaf with a tiny red gem in the center, which sparkled warmly in the morning light.

"I made it using one of my own leaves and a red crystal left over from your potion making."

Ailan's vines swayed gently: "I hope it will bring you good luck."

Ron was a little surprised. He didn't expect Ailan to prepare such a thoughtful gift for him.

He carefully pinned the brooch on his robe, right over his heart.

"Thank you, Ailan, this is the best gift." Ron said sincerely, with a warm feeling in his heart.

Leaving the workshop, Ron walked along the stone path towards the central tower.

The dark foggy jungle is exceptionally quiet today. Sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

As they walked, Ron's thoughts drifted to his recent achievements.

[Bloodline Knight] has completed his inauguration. In fact, through the attribute improvement brought about by the second breakthrough, he already has the basic conditions for taking up several other professions.

"[Demon Hunter] requires a Constitution of 2.5, but now it's 2.7; [Magic Swordsman] requires a Constitution of 2.5 and a Spirit of 2.0, but now both of these have been exceeded."

Ron thought in his mind:

"But I don't know much about how to sew monster organs and create a magic sword. I need to go to the library to look for relevant information."

This time, the advancement of [Bloodline Knight] also gave him an important revelation: using the linkage effect between professions to create a positive cycle of attribute growth.

He can first take up a branch with relatively simple employment requirements, and then use the attribute improvements gained after taking up the job to take up other branch professions with higher attribute requirements.

This snowball development strategy will enable him to make significant progress on each of his extraordinary paths.

"Once I'm promoted to an intermediate apprentice and enter the wizard candidate sequence, I'll be able to gain higher authority and find more detailed information about these professions."

Ron muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Passing through a quiet garden, the central tower comes into view.

This towering ancient building is the central landmark of the Black Mist Jungle and the most important administrative center of the school. Various important certifications and ceremonies are held here.

Because they arrived early enough, there were only a few people queuing in front of the duty desk. A duty officer naturally would not only handle apprentice certification matters, they also needed to deal with various miscellaneous tasks.

Ron was at the end of the line, waiting patiently.

An older male apprentice in front was actually also undergoing certification. Judging from his nervous expression, this seemed to be another attempt after many attempts.

When it was Ron's turn, he calmly stepped forward and handed his junior apprentice badge and various certification documents to the officer on duty.

"What can I do for you?" asked a neatly dressed middle-level apprentice with a polite but distant expression on his face.

"I'm here to get formal certification as a mid-level apprentice and, by the way, apply to join the wizard candidate sequence. I've already met the requirements to enter the sequence."

Ron answered calmly, taking out the joint recommendation letter prepared for him after consulting with Eric and Leah, as well as the transcript of last week's weekly test.

In addition to the mental strength that needs to meet the requirements, intermediate apprentices also need to meet other requirements for comprehensive abilities such as spell construction, and these transcripts are the best proof.

The officer on duty examined the document and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Skip a grade and go straight to the third period? Or was it Lord Eric who recommended it personally?"

"Yes." Ron remained modest. "I am fortunate to have been appreciated by two senior apprentices, Eric and Leah."

Hearing this, the other party used the alchemical items on the table to confirm with his superiors before nodding to Ron.
"This involves the wizard candidate sequence. My duty authority cannot handle it. Please follow me to the special certification room."

The officer on duty became friendly and led Ron through the hall to a deep corridor.

There are countless statues on both sides of the corridor, each of which is lifelike, as if it will wake up at any time.

Ron noticed that most of these statues were creatures with strange shapes, and some were even difficult to identify their race.

“These are all important figures in the history of the school.”

Noticing Ron's gaze, the officer on duty explained:

"Not just humans, any race that has achieved something in the way of wizards may have left their mark here."

Finally, they came to a door inlaid with sapphires.

The officer on duty knocked on the door three times gently, then stepped back: "The certification officer is inside, good luck to you." "Thank you." Ron nodded in thanks, took a deep breath, and pushed open the heavy gem door.

The interior of the room was unexpectedly simple, with no ornate decorations or complicated ceremonial equipment, only an antique oak table and a few chairs.

Sitting behind the table was a serious middle-aged man with gray hair neatly combed back his head and his face was full of traces of vicissitudes left by time.

Judging from the hidden powerful magical fluctuations emanating from the other party, it was obvious that he was an official wizard.

It seems that the school really attaches great importance to these wizard seeds, and has even assigned a formal wizard to be in charge of this matter.

"Good morning, young man." The certification officer raised his head, a glint of scrutiny flashing in his eyes.

"I'm Soren Griffith, one of the certification officers for the school's candidate wizard sequence. Are you here for the intermediate apprentice certification?"

"Yes, Lord Griffith." Ron replied respectfully and handed over the document.

"I'm Ron Ralph, a professional potion master."

Soran took the document and read it carefully, his brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

"Interesting," he finally said, his eyes fixed on Ron.

"You've been a junior apprentice for less than half a year, right? And now you want to become an intermediate apprentice?"

"Yes, sir," Ron responded calmly.

“Typically, it takes at least three to five years to go from elementary to secondary apprenticeship.”

Suspicion was evident in Soran's voice. "You're moving too fast."

This was exactly the question Ron had expected.

He nodded slightly, his voice humble but firm: "I understand your doubts, Mr. Griffith. In fact, this is related to my special talent."

Soran raised his eyebrows: "Special talent?"

"Yes, I have a gift called 'Medicine Body Resonance'."

Ron explained carefully, "This allows me to absorb potions more efficiently, especially those used to enhance mental strength."

Soran's eyes became sharp:
"'Medicine Body Resonance'... is indeed a second-tier talent recorded in the 'Special Talent Collection'. How did you discover that you possess this talent?"

"At first, I just noticed that the potion had a stronger effect on me than on my peers. Later, I conducted some comparative experiments with my friends and gradually confirmed this."

Ron answered calmly, neither overemphasizing nor being overly modest. His current level of professional potion master was the greatest endorsement.

"Interesting, very interesting." Soran tapped the table lightly, as if thinking about something.
"That does explain your achievements in Potions, but it's still surprising how quickly your mental strength has improved."

Soran pondered for a moment and stood up: "In any case, we need to conduct a formal test. Follow me."

He led Ron through several corridors and into a room enveloped by a magical force field.

There was a huge crystal in the center of the room, standing there like a mirror.

"This is the 'Star Mirror', which can directly reflect the strength and quality of a person's spiritual power."

Soran explained: "Please stand in front of the crystal and concentrate your mental strength."

Ron nodded and walked over to the crystal.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, focused his attention on his spiritual core, and then slowly released a stream of spiritual power, guiding it to flow towards the Star Mirror.

The crystal immediately lit up with a deep blue light, and countless star-like spots of light appeared inside. They swam and gathered like living things, eventually forming a bright ball of light.

"3.6-scale mental strength..." Soran's voice was filled with unconcealed surprise.
"This is far above the entry standard for intermediate apprentices, and the quality is quite pure, without any obvious fluctuations."

He carefully observed the light ball in the crystal for a while, and confirmed that there was nothing abnormal before signaling Ron to stop the test.

"Let's conduct another spell construction test." Soran took out a special crystal plate from a cabinet beside him.
"Please construct a triple superposition spell model on top of this, and maintain it for at least one minute."

Ron nodded, took the crystal plate, and concentrated again.

This was exactly what he had practiced repeatedly in Eric's class and was now quite familiar to him.

His mental power flowed into the crystal plate and began to construct a complex three-layer ring structure.

With the blessing of the "stable state" feature, the spell model he constructed was extremely stable, and the three energy rings superimposed together perfectly to form a harmonious and unified whole.

"Excellent control." Soran nodded approvingly.
“This level of stability is difficult to achieve even for some experienced mid-level apprentices.”

The test ended amidst a round of praise. Soran took Ron back to the original room and signed his name on the certification document.

"Congratulations, Ron Ralph, you are now officially a mid-level apprentice of the Black Mist School, and also a member of the candidate wizard sequence."

Soran handed Ron a light blue apprentice badge and said, "This is your new badge. It represents your identity and status."

Ron carefully took the badge and felt a faint magical fluctuation coming from it.

This badge is not only a symbol of status, but also a simple magic power reservoir that can provide a small amount of extra magic power in an emergency.

"Thank you, Lord Griffith." Ron bowed politely.

(End of this chapter)