Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 242 Mortals Can't Bear This...

Inside the palace, the news spread like wildfire.

"The Second Prince Eric has been executed! Right at the city gate!"

"Your Highness's wizard friend has arrived, and he can easily explode someone's head!"

"No one saw him make a move; even the carriage door wasn't opened."

These words, like wisps of ghosts, drifted through every corner of the palace, silently weaving a web of fear.

The servants walked quickly with their heads down, afraid that a careless glance would be taken as disrespect.

The guards gripped their weapons, their knuckles white, yet they knew perfectly well that this steel, which was regarded as a symbol of power in the mortal world, was nothing more than a child's toy in the face of true supernatural power.
Even the nobles who considered themselves of noble blood were now hiding in their own corners like rats, fearing that they would be drawn into this vortex of power that was beyond their comprehension.

In the spacious hall of the east wing of the palace, enveloped in white marble, the old Prince August Farouk trembled as he received the message from his attendant.

This nearly eighty-year-old apprentice, despite his advanced age, still maintains an upright posture and sharp eyes.

His wrinkled face bore the marks of time, and his long, silvery beard hung down to his chest, giving him a dignified and weathered appearance.

"Are you sure that's Ron Ralph? Andrei's friend?"

The old prince's voice was slightly hoarse.

“Absolutely true, sir.”

The servant lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly with fear.
"When the second prince Eric tried to escape through the city gate, the wizard didn't even show himself from the carriage before causing the heads of all six men to explode simultaneously. Blood splattered more than three feet high, even staining the stone slabs of the city gate red."

August's originally gloomy face suddenly blossomed with a look of wild joy, and his eyes, which were slightly cloudy due to his age, now radiated a light that was almost like that of a young man.

His clenched fist trembled slightly, not from fear, but from an irrepressible excitement.

"Hahaha! Great!"

The old prince burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the spacious hall, carrying a hint of madness:
"A genuine, officially recognized wizard! And an ally of Andrei! Now the Farouk royal family's position is completely secure!"

The servants exchanged bewildered glances, not daring to look directly at the usually composed and serious old man's almost out-of-control behavior.

August himself seemed completely unconcerned, his eyes gleaming with an almost tangible light, and the curve of his lips widening.

His thoughts raced like a wild horse.

From the death of the rebellious second prince Eric, to the arrival of this mysterious wizard, and then to the future expansion of the royal family's power.
Each step sketched out a grand blueprint in his mind.

"Quickly prepare the Wang family suite in the east wing!"

The old prince practically shouted the order, his voice barely concealing his excitement:

"That's where we receive our most distinguished guests!"

His gaze swept over everyone present, as if he wanted to convey his enthusiasm to them:

"Activate all the maintenance arrays, replace the lamps with newly crafted magic crystal lamps, and prepare the most precious psionic mattresses! The soundproofing runes on the walls need to be re-engraved to ensure absolute privacy!"

August paced back and forth, his heavy boots making a rhythmic sound on the marble floor.

He suddenly stopped, a sly glint in his eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"By the way, I heard that Lord Ron was quite the notorious womanizer back in the kingdom."

He lowered his voice and moved closer to the royal steward beside him, his tone carrying a hint of ambiguity:

"Do you remember? A few years ago, the fifth son of the Ralph family, who frequented the eastern district of the kingdom, spent his days fooling around with beautiful maids, and even the noblest young ladies in the capital were interested in him..."

The royal steward pondered for a moment, then a look of realization dawned on his face:
"Are you referring to that playboy, sir? Rumor has it that he spent a fortune rebuilding the 'Rose Hall' just to win the heart of an exotic dancer?"

“It is this man!” August’s eyes gleamed with a strange light, his voice trembling with excitement:

"No matter what he has become now, a man's nature will not change. Immediately and secretly select ten of the most outstanding virgins in the city, whose looks and dancing skills must be first-rate, especially those girls who know some special soothing techniques."

A flicker of hesitation crossed the steward's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by the old prince's imposing presence.

He bowed respectfully, indicating that he would arrange the matter immediately.

August nodded in satisfaction and continued issuing commands:
"Go and retrieve the set of crystal glasses I've been keeping in my cellar, along with three-hundred-year-old Iceflame Wine. That wine is a treasure I brought back from my exploration of the North, brewed with the essence of ice elemental creatures; even a high-ranking apprentice would feel a slight buzz from it. That should be enough to please this distinguished guest!"

Just as August was immersed in his own world, envisioning the glorious future that was about to unfold, a steady and powerful footstep came from outside the door, interrupting his thoughts.

Andrei walked slowly into the hall, his golden vertical pupils flashing with a cold light in the dim indoor light.

His recent changes are surprising.

Since returning to the kingdom, and especially after successfully seizing power, the once humble and polite thirteenth prince seems to have undergone a complete transformation.

What's most chilling is his pair of golden vertical pupils—the most direct proof of the awakening of the Crimson Dragon bloodline.

That's a characteristic that ordinary people don't possess; whenever he stares at someone, that person feels a fear of being locked onto by a wild beast.

"Grandfather, what are you doing?"

Andrei's voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable power.

His gaze swept across the hall, and he quickly understood the situation before him.

August turned around, his face still beaming with excitement:
"Andrei! Good news! Your wizard friend has arrived! I'm arranging his reception. The royal suite in the east wing, Ice Flame Wine, and the most beautiful woman in town."

His voice grew more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly with his hands like a child anticipating a feast.

However, Andrei's expression did not change at all.

He maintained that almost indifferent calm, but the golden light in his eyes seemed to have become even sharper.

"Don't be too busy."

Upon hearing this, August's eloquent speech instantly caught in his throat.

"These are all just meaningless superficial efforts."

Andrei walked slowly forward, his pupils gleaming with a light that seemed almost tangible.
"Grandfather, have you been away from the school of thought for too long and forgotten the essence of a formal wizard?"

August was taken aback by the sudden question, his smile froze on his lips, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Have you forgotten?" Andrei's voice grew even colder, carrying a hint of barely perceptible mockery:

“There is a fundamental difference between a formal wizard and a mortal; it is a leap in the level of life.”

Every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's hearts:
"Ordinary women simply cannot withstand the radiation field of a formal wizard; even brief intimacy is difficult to achieve."

Do you remember how, within the school, apprentices would flinch and struggle to breathe when a fully-fledged wizard walked by, even if they stood at a distance?

August's expression changed slightly; the excitement in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a startled realization.

Yes, he remembered.

Those high-ranking, formal wizards are always aloof and distant; an ordinary apprentice cannot even get close to their laboratory.

Otherwise, one will feel an invisible pressure, as if one's breathing is restricted, which may cause dizziness or even fainting on the spot.

This is the natural rejection caused by differences in life levels, a gap that cannot be bridged by any human means.

“Moreover, Ron is no longer the spoiled brat he used to be,” Andrei continued, his voice even colder.
"According to the intelligence from the Black Mist School, he became a Primal Wizard through special means, a process that altered his mental structure and the essence of his soul. Those so-called beauties you sent people to find are not even dust in his eyes."

For anyone with even a basic understanding of mysticism, the words "Primal Wizard" are enough to freeze their blood.

It was a path fraught with unknown dangers, an abyss where countless geniuses perished, with very few succeeding, yet each one becoming a figure who astounded the world.

Even a high-ranking apprentice like August had only read snippets about such higher wizards in ancient texts.

I never imagined that I would meet a wizard who had ascended to godhood through such a special means in my lifetime.

"Andrei, you mean..."

August's voice trembled, and disbelief flickered in his eyes: "He really..."

“Yes, Grandfather.” Andrei nodded, a hint of pride barely perceptible in his voice.

"Ron is an extremely rare primordial wizard."

August felt a wave of dizziness and had to hold onto the table next to him to keep his balance.

Primal wizards are beings that are even rarer and more powerful than ordinary formal wizards.

It is said that they can directly establish contact with certain great beings and gain power that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

The old prince took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady:
"How should we receive this distinguished guest? Why has he come to the kingdom?"

Andrei's gaze deepened, as if he could see through every thought in the old man's mind:
"Ron's trip is for the final inheritance of the Corona Breathing Technique."

"what?"

August's expression changed drastically, and his voice suddenly rose, filled with shock and disbelief:

"The Corona Breathing Technique? How is that possible! This is the very foundation of our Farouk royal family!"

His expression became agitated, and his eyes flashed with a complex mix of fear and rage:

"How can we easily give away core secret techniques passed down through generations to outsiders? Even if they are your friends..."

"outsider?"

Andrei's voice suddenly turned icy cold, and his golden vertical pupils narrowed into thin lines, like two sharp blades piercing the old man's soul:
"You seem to have forgotten who helped me awaken the Crimson Dragon bloodline? Who saved me, giving me the chance to escape from Cynthia's clutches? Who gave me the power to stand up to my brothers?"

His voice grew lower and lower, yet colder and colder, like the biting, sharp wind of deep winter:
"Without Ron, would you still be sitting here issuing orders? Or would you have been placed under house arrest by your brothers long ago?"

August's face turned pale, and a hint of fear flashed in his weathered eyes.

He had never seen his gentle and polite grandson so tough.

That ruthlessness and decisiveness reminded him of the iron-fisted Farouk II—Andrei's great-grandfather, a tyrant who defended the kingdom with iron and blood.

But he still had reservations.

The "Corona Breathing Technique" is not only the core heritage of the royal family, but also a crucial trump card for the entire kingdom's noble class in their fight against neighboring countries.

Handing it over to outsiders so easily could have disastrous consequences.

"Andrei, I understand your gratitude."

August tried to salvage the situation, his voice tinged with hesitation:
"But the 'Corona Breathing Technique' is related to the future of the entire royal family, especially the cultivation method for the highest level, the 'Corona Knight,' which is our royal family's true core secret."

"grandfather."

Andrei suddenly interrupted the old man, his voice as piercing and sharp as the cold wind of the far north:
"What are you still hesitating about now?"

With each step he took forward, the sense of oppression he felt increased.

The chilling aura emanating from those golden, vertical pupils was suffocating, almost tangible.
"If we offer our treasures sooner, Ron might give us a break online because of our past relationship, and he might even return some items in exchange."

Andrei's voice grew colder, and the golden light in his eyes almost materialized into flames:

"If we anger him, we'll attack directly, and nothing will be left, including the lives of all of us!"

Every word struck August's heart like a heavy hammer, filling him with a suffocating fear.

"Do you think so?"

Andrei continued, a cold glint in his eyes:
"Can those puppets in our palace, which can only imitate the movements of our ancestors, withstand the wrath of a formal wizard?"

Those things might be enough to deal with advanced apprentices, but in the face of a true wizard, they're nothing more than toys that can be easily turned into scrap metal!

August's face grew paler and paler, and sweat slowly trickled down his wrinkled forehead.

He felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

Not only because he was facing a possible catastrophe, but also because this once docile grandson had now completely escaped his control.

"Perhaps," the old prince finally spoke, his voice hoarse and weary:
“You’re right, Andrei. We really shouldn’t have risked angering a formal wizard.”

He let out a long sigh, his shoulders feeling as if weighed down by an invisible burden, and his once upright figure seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"In that case, I will prepare to open the royal treasury to welcome this distinguished guest."

Andrei's expression softened slightly, and the golden light in his eyes diminished somewhat:
“That’s the wise decision, Grandfather.”

Just then, a subtle energy fluctuation suddenly spread out from the direction of the city gate, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up continuous ripples.

The feeling was so intense that everyone in the entire palace could clearly feel it.

A heavy and oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire space as if it were a tangible force, making breathing difficult and thoughts sluggish.

August suddenly looked up, and the color drained from his face in an instant.

As a senior apprentice, he was better able to sense the nature of this energy fluctuation than ordinary people.

It was a pure and powerful radiance of magic, an aura that only a formal wizard could exude.

But even the powerful aura emanating from the formal wizards he had met before paled in comparison to the suffocating feeling he was experiencing now.

It was a deeper, more fundamental power, as if it came directly from some being deep within the universe.

"He's here."

The old prince muttered to himself.

Those weathered eyes now held only pure awe and fear.

Andrei also felt the pressure, but compared to his grandfather, he was much calmer.

Perhaps it's because they've already experienced it, or perhaps it's the increased resistance brought about by the activation of their bloodline.

"Yes, Wizard Ron has arrived."

A complex emotion flickered in Andrei's eyes:

"Let's go greet them."

(End of this chapter)