Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 247 Dawn Walker
Skyport in the Black Mist Jungle is quite different from a port in the conventional sense.

There were no turbulent seas, no cargo ships coming and going, only a vast platform protected by a special energy barrier, and several huge airships docked on it.

These airships come in various shapes; some resemble a giant metal fish with shimmering scales on its surface, and can freely change their posture in the high sky.
Some resemble an ancient sailboat, except that instead of canvas, the masts are adorned with translucent crystals that can automatically adjust their angles, collecting and transforming magical air currents from the high altitudes.

But what's most eye-catching right now is a huge airship slowly descending, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Unlike ordinary airships, this airship is entirely silver-white, with a long, slender hull like a fish, and a pair of huge, semi-transparent wing membranes on each side, which tremble slightly like the wings of a living creature.

The ship's hull was covered with a complex network of runes that shimmered with a pale blue light in the sunlight.

"The Flying Dragon-class commercial cruiser, 'Dawn Walker'".

Ron stood at the edge of the plaza, squinting as he examined the giant airship, silently assessing it in his mind.

Airships of this class typically operate only on main routes and rarely venture into peripheral areas like the Black Mist Jungle.

The fact that they were able to come to their aid in this emergency clearly came at a considerable cost to the school of thought.

The hatch at the bottom of the airship slowly opened, and a silver-white gangway extended down from it, finally touching the ground steadily.

When Ron arrived at the gangway, a number of sect members had already gathered around the airship to see the silver behemoth off.

In the crowd, he spotted Mrs. Allen's slender figure at a glance; she was standing alone at the edge of the crowd.

“Madam, you’ve arrived too.” Ron strode forward, his eyes showing a rare gentleness.

Mrs. Allen turned around, a rare smile appearing on her wrinkled face, but she quickly returned to her usual serious expression.

Today she was wearing an unusually elegant dark purple robe, which was probably one of the few formal occasions she would wear.

Her hair had also been carefully combed, no longer looking as unkempt as usual.

"What's so strange about a teacher seeing a student off?"

She spoke in her usual sarcastic tone, but deep in her voice was a hint of undisguised pride:
"I was the one who led you onto the path of wizardry, after all. I can't let someone else take that title away from you."

Ron smiled slightly, a rare hint of gentleness appearing on his usually calm and composed face:
"Madam, without your guidance, I could not have gotten to where I am today so quickly."

"Stop using these useless polite words."

Mrs. Allen waved her hand, but a look of satisfaction flashed in her eyes:

"As for you, you need to be more careful once you reach the Central Land. The atmosphere at the Crystal Spire is completely different from that in the Black Mist Jungle. On the surface, it appears harmonious, but in reality, there are undercurrents and constant struggles."

Her tone suddenly turned serious:

"Especially the Crown Clan, when they see a primordial wizard like you who can generate pure blessings, they will probably pounce on you like a hungry wolf seeing a fat sheep. They will try to win you over and control you in various ways, so you must be vigilant."

Ron nodded slightly, keeping this advice firmly in mind.

Mrs. Allen comes from the Crystal Spire and must have a deep understanding of the situation there.

As a primordial wizard, the blessings he bestows have an irresistible attraction for those in positions of power, which is both his advantage and a potential danger.

“And…” Mrs. Allen’s voice suddenly softened, tinged with a rare hesitation:
"That girl Lilia disappeared early this morning. I guess she doesn't want to face the scene of parting."

Ron remained silent for a moment, a ripple of emotion stirring within him.

Lilia has always been a quiet and sensitive person. Faced with the impending separation, choosing to avoid it is perhaps the best way she can cope.

In fact, given his current status, he could bring Lilia along to the Central Lands.

But Ailan was already able to take on most of the responsibilities of an assistant;

On the other hand, he had deeper considerations regarding Lilia.

Although Lilia is diligent and eager to learn, her current growth rate is indeed unable to keep up with his pace.

More importantly, the concentration of magic in the Central Lands far exceeds that in the Black Mist Forest.

The air there is filled with high-purity magic, and for those who have not yet reached the advanced apprentice level, prolonged exposure to that environment will cause severe "overload" symptoms.

Mild symptoms include headache, dizziness, and insomnia;
In severe cases, it can lead to disruption of magic circuits or even permanent damage.

Only those extraordinary races and members of wizarding clans who grew up in the Central Lands, and those who reached the level of advanced apprentices, could adapt to the magical environment there.

Lilia has not yet broken through to the intermediate apprentice level, and has a long way to go before reaching the advanced apprentice level.

Taking her to the Central Lands was less of an opportunity and more of a form of harm.

Under Mrs. Allen's protection, she can grow up step by step, which is the best arrangement at present.

"Although that girl is a bit weak, she is pure of heart, diligent and down-to-earth."

Mrs. Allen continued, her tone tinged with a rare hint of pity:

"I will teach her well, you don't need to worry."

“I believe she will grow a lot under your guidance,” Ron said sincerely.

Mrs. Allen looked at the young wizard before her, a complex and indescribable emotion flashing in her eyes.

There is both pride in the students and regret for not being able to reach a higher level.

She knew that this young man's future would far surpass her own, and he might even reach the level she had once longed for.

"From now on, you will face a wider world on your own."

Her voice suddenly became serious and solemn:
"The Central Land not only possesses the most advanced knowledge and the most powerful strength, but it is also full of all kinds of temptations and traps."

She took a deep breath and continued:

"Don't sacrifice long-term freedom for temporary convenience, and don't abandon your true pursuits for illusory power. Remember your original intention—to understand the essence of this world."

Ron bowed slightly, indicating that he respected and would remember these words.

"It's getting late." Mrs. Allen glanced at the harbor. "The airship is about to set sail; you should head back."

She took a beautifully crafted scroll box from her bosom and handed it to Ron:

"This is my parting gift—the potion recipe for 'Dew of the Soul,' which can help you find yourself when you are lost in your exploration of the abyss or your spiritual journey."

Ron took the scroll box, feeling a surge of emotion.

"Thank you, ma'am."

He solemnly put the scroll box into his spatial bag and bowed deeply to Mrs. Allen: "May wisdom be with you."

This is the most solemn farewell among wizards, expressing his sincerest respect for his mentor.

A glint flashed in Mrs. Allen's eyes, but she quickly regained her usual composure.

She nodded gently and turned around: "Go, don't look back, the road ahead is your true destination."

Ron took one last look at the old woman, then turned and walked toward the harbor.

This parting may not be until the day he becomes a Dark Sun-level wizard or even a Grand Wizard, before they meet again.

Only after his figure disappeared through the hatch did Mrs. Ellen let out a soft sigh.

She once had the same opportunity to stand at a higher vantage point and look out over the world, but fate played a cruel trick on her, and that door ultimately closed to her.

Now, she is personally pushing her student to the heights she herself could not reach, hoping he can go further and see more clearly.

"I hope you succeed, my child."

She murmured to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it:
"I hope you can go to the places I couldn't reach, and stand on the peaks I couldn't climb. Perhaps one day, when you look down on the world, you can tell me about the scenery there."

………………

Outside the gangway, a man in a dark blue uniform had been waiting for some time. His uniform was embroidered with an exquisite bird emblem, the symbol of the airship guild.

"Wizard, welcome aboard."

The man stood at the bottom of the gangway, his voice tinged with respect:

"Please show your wizard insignia so we can arrange the appropriate cabin."

Ron stepped forward and took out the shimmering silver emblem from his chest.

Once signed in the Wizarding Register, this emblem automatically activated, becoming an unforgeable mark of official wizard status. The emblem shimmers with a unique energy fluctuation in the sunlight, a fluctuation that cannot be replicated by any means, representing the most stringent authentication of identity in the wizarding world.

His emblem is a violin that flickers with an eerie black light, symbolizing his most powerful offensive spells to date.

The receptionist accepted the badge, his hands trembling slightly.

He carefully placed the emblem on a specially designed verification device, which immediately emitted a soft blue light, confirming the emblem's authenticity.

“Wizard Ron Ralph, your identity has been confirmed.”

The receptionist immediately bowed respectfully, his voice filled with awe:

"The cabin map shows that we have prepared cabin number 3 on level A for you, which is our top-class single suite."

Ron nodded slightly, his expression calm, but a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

The receptionist seemed to sense his confusion and explained:
“Wizard Ron, this was specially arranged by Vice Dean Hayek. He personally contacted the Airship Guild headquarters to request that you be provided with the best cabin.”

Ron suddenly understood, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

This is clearly a special consideration given to him by the academic community, and also an investment in his future.

“Wizard Ron, your ticket and cabin key.”

The receptionist respectfully handed over a crystal card and a delicate silver key:

"Although you are already familiar with the relevant rules, I still need to remind you that the 'Dawn Walker' mainly carries various valuable goods. Wizards ride for free in exchange for protection in case of emergencies."

Ron nodded slightly; this was a well-known rule.

Although air routes are much safer than sea routes, they are still fraught with danger.

The airship guild provides free rides and luxury cabins, while the wizards protect the airships in the event of an attack—a win-win cooperation model.

"If you protect the airship's safety during the voyage, in addition to the basic exemption of the ticket fee, you can also receive a certain percentage of the cargo, the specific percentage of which will depend on the size of your contribution."

The receptionist continued to explain, her eyes filled with expectation, clearly hoping that the young wizard would step forward in a moment of danger.

"Also, here are your itinerary details."

He then handed over a beautiful parchment, on which detailed the voyage information was recorded in elegant cursive script:

"We will travel along the main route around the Abyss to the Central Lands, making a brief stop at Abyss Outpost No. 69 to refuel and meet up with another wizard."

After passing the Crystal Islands in the Endless Sea, we will finally arrive at the Central Land. Barring unforeseen circumstances, the entire journey is expected to take about a month.

The Great Abyss is vast and boundless, and countless outposts have been built around it, each with its own number.

The Ashtown that Mrs. Allen had told him about was the most unique of all these outposts.

Ron took the parchment and carefully perused its contents.

The flight route, stops, and estimated times were all arranged perfectly.

This service, intended for certified wizards, stands in stark contrast to his own experiences as an apprentice, where he traveled extensively and endured many hardships.

"Wizard Ron, who else is traveling with you? Should we arrange cabins for them?"

The receptionist asked respectfully.

“My tree spirit assistant, Ailan, and these bags.”

Ron gestured to the tree spirit Ailan standing beside him, and to the neatly arranged pile of boxes and packages:

"There is also a crystal tank containing small marine creatures that I keep, which require special care."

The receptionist nodded and noted it down, then immediately gestured to several staff members beside him to come forward and carry the luggage. At the same time, he took out a small crystal whistle from his pocket and gently blew it.

A moment later, several tall and burly orcs appeared.

"These are our professional movers who will ensure that all your belongings arrive safely in the cabin."

The receptionist explained, "At the same time, please allow me to briefly introduce the facilities and arrangements on the airship."

Ron nodded to signal him to continue.

"The 'Dawn Walker' has three decks."

Floor A is the VIP area, featuring a private restaurant, meditation room, and small laboratory, designed specifically for formal wizards;
Level B is the general passenger area and public areas; Level C is the cargo hold and machinery area.

In addition, the stargazing deck at the top of the airship is open all day, allowing you to enjoy the starry sky at any time.

The receptionist explained in detail:

Breakfast is served at the restaurant every morning from 7 a.m. to 9 a.m.
Lunch time is from 12 pm to 2 pm;
Dinner is served between 6 p.m. and 8 p.m.

Of course, if you have any special needs, you can notify the service crystal in the cabin at any time, and we will make arrangements for you individually.

The airship's interior was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, clearly indicating the use of some kind of spatial expansion magic.

The corridor is spacious and bright, with luminous crystals inlaid on both sides, providing soft and non-glaring lighting.

The floor is made of a semi-transparent crystalline material that has a slight springiness when stepped on, and each step is accompanied by a faint energy fluctuation, making people feel comfortable.

When Ron stepped into his suite, the sight before him made him raise an eyebrow.

This is no simple "cabin"; it's practically a mobile luxury apartment.

The room has a spacious living room, a separate bedroom and study, and even a small experimental area equipped with basic alchemy tools and a simple potion-making device.

The bookshelf by the window displays dozens of hardcover classics, ranging from the basic "Overview of Element Theory" to the more profound "Exploration of Dimensional Boundaries," covering multiple research fields.

A small service crystal sits on the bedside table; a light touch is all it takes to call for staff.

"Is there anything else you need, Wizard Ron?"

The receptionist stood at the door and asked respectfully.

"That's all for now. You can go and do your thing."

Ron gave a casual reply.

The receptionist bowed slightly and left, gently closing the door behind him.

Ron finally relaxed and looked around his temporary "home".

He walked to the window and, through the huge viewing window, could see a panoramic view of the Black Mist Jungle below.

"Ailan, you can start packing your luggage," Ron casually instructed.

The tree spirit nodded, and the emerald green vines began to methodically take various items out of the box and sort them into categories.

Just then, the roar of the airship's engines gradually intensified, and the floor inside the cabin vibrated slightly, as if it was about to take off.

On the rooftop of a building not far away, a slender figure huddled up, silently watching everything.

Lilia hugged her knees tightly, tears silently streaming down her face, soaking her grey apprentice robe.

She didn't dare go down to say goodbye to Ron, afraid that she would lose control of her emotions and expose all the attachment and reluctance buried deep in her heart.

She watched as the airship slowly ascended into the sky, its silver hull shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight, like a giant fish leaping out of the water and swimming towards the wider sky.

The runes on the ship's hull shimmered with blue light, and the two wings at the stern spread out like a mythical giant bird, magnificent and mysterious.

"Someday."

Lilia wiped away her tears, a newfound resolve rising within her.

His fingers unconsciously clenched his robe, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"One day, I will catch up with you and stand by your side again, no longer just an apprentice who only records and organizes, but a partner who can explore the mysteries of knowledge with you."

This promise wasn't something she said to anyone else; it was a vow she made to herself.

Her gaze was fixed on the airship.

Until it became a tiny dot on the horizon and finally disappeared into the clouds, as if swallowed up by the torrent of fate.

(End of this chapter)