Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 3: Mental Qualification [Corona Breathing]

Ron was not surprised to hear the news.

Tracy has the worst background among her fellow townspeople, but also has the best mental aptitude.

He could still remember the thin girl when he first met her. Her long brown hair was casually tied into a bun with a hemp rope, and her clothes were patched.

According to the well-informed Andre, the other party is the daughter of an ordinary hunter in the mountains.

The white-robed wizard found him from some unknown valley and tested him out to have a third-class mental strength.

The so-called star magnitude is the spiritual qualification standard promoted by wizards based on astronomical concepts, with first magnitude being the highest and sixth magnitude being the lowest.

Ron measured a sixth-magnitude star, just above the standard. Andre was a little better, measuring a fifth-magnitude star.

The difference between each star magnitude is 2.5 times, and they are multiplied with each other. The difference between first magnitude and sixth magnitude is a hundred times.

The third-class star is the dividing line between mediocrity and genius. It is believed that as long as one does not die prematurely, there is hope of being successfully promoted to a formal wizard.

As for the sixth-level star...it's probably very difficult to become a high-level apprentice. It's just a little better than a Muggle, so it's probably a loser?

Ron laughed at himself in his heart as he put a few black nettle leaves into the cup and took out the thermos to make a cup for Andre.

"Oh, that's great. You're so generous today."

Andre looked at the ceramic cup handed to him. In the steaming hot air, he could vaguely see tiny black particles floating in the tea.

"These days, it's not easy to get a sip of bitter water soaked in black nettle leaves."

His thick, calloused fingers were gently stroking the rim of the cup, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth:

"But I never thought that the young master of our Ralph family would be willing to take out such a treasure to entertain guests."

Indeed, this kind of tea that can lift your spirits is a rare commodity in the Black Fog Jungle.

It doesn't taste good, it's even pretty bad.

——First, there was a tingling spiciness at the tip of the tongue, followed by a bitterness that made people want to vomit, and finally an uncomfortable numbness in the throat.

This is all due to the trace amounts of toxins contained in it.

But it is precisely this property of being able to keep people awake even when they are drowsy that makes it a treasure that is highly sought after by those apprentice candidates who study hard for promotion.

Ron looked at Andre's pretentious elegance and laughed in his heart.

His Royal Highness's current situation is actually not much better than his own.

"If Your Highness likes it, I can come back someday..."

"Stop."

Andre raised a hand, his smile unchanged, but his tone was a little more cautious:
"Your unusual behavior makes me even more worried. Tell me, what's going on?"

Ron chuckled when he heard this. He knew that His Highness Thirteen was an expert in this field.

When he was in the royal capital, Andre was famous for his calm sharpness, which was why his brothers were particularly wary of this seemingly humble younger brother and even found excuses to send him here.

"Well, since Your Highness is so direct, I won't beat around the bush."

Ron straightened himself up, and his tone became serious: "I want to buy the Coronal Breathing Method from you."

"puff--"

Andre almost spit out the tea he had just drunk, and a crack finally appeared on his face that had always maintained elegance.

He quickly put down the teacup, a look of disbelief flashing across his face: "What did you say?"

"Coronal Breathing Technique," Ron repeated, his eyes resolute. "I know this is one of the core inheritances of the Farouk royal family, and it's also the best breathing technique in the kingdom."

Andre's expression instantly turned serious. His gentle and polite demeanor vanished, replaced by a harshness that was unbecoming of his age.
"I didn't expect you to make such a request. This is the foundation of our royal family..."

"I understand." Ron interrupted him calmly, "It's because I understand its value that I offer this price." As he spoke, he took out a cloth bag from his body.

As he poured the contents of the bag onto the table, Andre's pupils contracted slightly.

It was a pile of crystal clear fragments, emitting a faint glow in the dim candlelight - fragments of magic stone.

In this dark fog jungle, magic stone fragments are the only hard currency among apprentices.

One hundred magic stone fragments can be exchanged for one complete magic stone, but few people are willing to exchange them.

And one piece of magic stone fragment is enough to buy extravagant things in some nearby streets and markets, and ten pieces can buy a strong alien slave.

As for the "Basic Meditation Method" distributed by the white-robed wizards, the price tag was only one complete magic stone.

"Thirty pieces of magic stone fragments." Ron said word by word.

Andrei just sneered, not even looking at the magic stone fragments on the table: "With these... you are sending away beggars?"

"You're right." Ron smiled bitterly, his eyes lingering on the pile of magic stone fragments for a moment. "Thirty pieces is indeed too few."

He counted out a few more pieces from his pocket, put them together, and gently placed them on the table: "How about forty?"

Andre still maintained that cold expression, but his eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

Ron knew that now was the time to show his cards.

"You also know that with my mental strength..."

He paused, his tone somewhat self-deprecating, "It's almost impossible for that poor sixth-class star to complete the promotion within three months."

"By then, I'll either become experimental material or be exiled to the wilderness. And I..."

Ron's voice softened slightly, with a barely perceptible tremor: "I don't want to die, at least not without dignity."

Andre's expression relaxed slightly, but he quickly returned to his indifferent look: "So?"

"So I need Corona Breathing."

Ron looked directly into Andre's eyes. "Of all the breathing techniques I know, this one has the strongest effect and the highest potential."

As he spoke, he added ten more magic stone fragments to the table: "Fifty pieces, this is all I can give."

Andre looked at the small pile of glowing crystals on the table and fell silent.

Ron knew what the other party was hesitating about. After all, in the eyes of the high and mighty wizards, these secular nobles were not much different from ordinary people.

However, the extraordinary inheritance that these wizards look down upon is the foundation for the Farouk royal family to rule over mortals and other noble knights, and it is also the capital for them to gain a foothold in this world.

"You know." Andre finally spoke, his voice a little tired: "This is not just a matter of money..."

"I promise you," Ron said solemnly, "this breathing method will never be passed on to a third person, and..."

His gaze lingered on Andre for a moment, as if he was choosing his words:

"I noticed that you have been delving into other wizarding skills recently. I believe you will need some additional resources."

This statement clearly hit the nail on the head. Andre's eyes flickered, and then he revealed a helpless smile: "You're really good at exploiting people's weaknesses."

He sighed softly: "I have to say, you are much more... cunning than I thought."

Thinking back to the taciturn Earl's son a week ago, and looking at the eloquent trader now, Andre couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

This change is not necessarily a bad thing.

"However," he straightened himself, his tone returning to its usual elegance, "Since I'm going to teach you the Coronal Breathing Method, I have to start from the very basics..."

(End of this chapter)