Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 4 Apprentice Fair
"Speaking of which, your Ralph family's inherited breathing method, although not as good as the royal family's, is not bad, right? Why don't you..."

Andre asked curiously.

Ron scratched his head awkwardly. Indeed, in his original memory, his father and elder brother had repeatedly asked him if he was interested in knight training.

But at that time, I was addicted to sensual pleasures all day long, and I disdained the hard and tiring knight training.

It's too late to regret now.

Andre noticed Ron's expression and understood everything in an instant.

"I see. Back in the capital, you were known as a playboy."

His tone suddenly became playful, and he gently shook the tea in the cup:
"I remember one time, you were drunk in the royal garden and had sex with a personal maid in public in front of several ministers."

"Ahem!" Ron interrupted him quickly, a trace of embarrassment on his face.

Those extremely absurd memories of his original body were like a nightmare to him now.

Andre looked at Ron's restless expression and finally couldn't help laughing:
"Well, for the sake of these fifty pieces of magic stone fragments, I won't expose your past."

He placed the teacup on the table, his expression returning to a serious tone. "But seriously, Ron, have you really thought this through?"

"What do you mean?"

"Corona Breathing is indeed powerful, but because of this, its practice is much more difficult than ordinary breathing techniques."

A trace of worry flashed in Andre's eyes. "Even in our royal family, not everyone can master it."

"Moreover," he paused, "given your current physical condition, if you rashly practice advanced deep breathing techniques, you might..."

"I know the risks," Ron interrupted him, "but compared to what will happen in three months, what's this risk?"

It doesn't matter, he has a cheat anyway, and there is another reason why he practices breathing techniques, which is to try to activate extraordinary professions related to knights and gain additional strength growth.

Looking at Ron's determined eyes, Andre sighed and said, "Since you insist on doing this, I won't try to persuade you anymore."

He stood up, rummaged around, and pulled out a wrinkled stack of handwritten manuscripts from his bag, obviously for easy reading at any time:

"This is the manuscript I copied. It contains some key points and precautions for cultivation."

"But I want to remind you of one thing."

Andre looked him in the eye. "If you think you can just practice on your own after getting the notes, you're totally wrong."

Ron looked at him suspiciously.

"Advanced breathing techniques are not that simple."

Andre shook his head. "It requires a strict guidance process and specific body-building methods. Otherwise, it's easy to go wrong."

He looked at the wrinkled manuscript:
"For example, during the first and second stages, you need to use a specially formulated 'burning essential oil' to strengthen your body. If you mix the wrong amount of medicine or take it at an inappropriate time..."

Andre pointed to his chest and said, "At the very least, the body will be burned, and at the worst, the lungs will spontaneously combust."

Ron gasped, realizing how naive his previous thoughts were.

"And different stages require different body-hardening drugs."

Andre continued, "For example, the third stage requires 'Lava Drip', and the final stage requires..."

Looking at Ron's slightly pale face, Andre smiled and said, "Don't worry, since I have received so many magic stone fragments from you, I will naturally take responsibility to the end."

As he spoke, he handed the notebook to Ron: "I have written down the formulas of these medicines, but the specific refining process still requires my personal guidance."

Ron took the notebook and opened it to the first page.

In the densely packed handwriting, in addition to the key points of breathing techniques, there are also a large number of annotations on medicine refining.

"Honestly," Andre said with a smile as he put the pile of magic stone fragments into his arms, "I'm really looking forward to seeing how well you can practice this breathing method." There was a hint of mischief in his tone.

"Even within our royal family, there are only a few who can fully master the Coronary Breathing Technique. Most people get stuck at the second stage and can't advance any further."

"Are you trying to dampen my enthusiasm?" Ron said with a wry smile.

"How could that be?" Andre's smile deepened. "I was encouraging you."

He stood up and straightened his apprentice robes.
"Let's go to the herbal medicine store first. The ingredients for 'Scorching Essential Oil' aren't precious, but the ratio is very important. I have to help you choose it myself."

Looking at the other person's happy expression, Ron realized that this prince had probably been waiting for a good price for a long time.

After all, in this world dominated by wizards, what was the point of inheriting a secular royal family? It would be better to take advantage of the opportunity to gain some practical benefits.

As for those so-called factional prejudices, when life and death are at stake, who would care about these false reputations?

After leaving the dormitory area, Ron followed Andre through a winding cobblestone path.

"Don't tell me you haven't been to the market much in the past few months?" Andre looked back at Ron as he led the way.

Ron touched his nose uncomfortably. Indeed, he hardly ever left the house before and locked himself in his room all day long to study the "Basic Meditation Method".

Even the daily necessities needed on weekdays have to be purchased by running errands. The only chance to go out every month is to pick up the magic stone fragments sent from home.

"I remember you even had your meals delivered to your room before."

Andre laughed and said, "If I hadn't come to see you today, I would have thought you had starved to death in your room."

On the stone path, the dark blue moss illuminates their way.

Various strange plants on both sides emit strange light in the night. Some will sway as passers-by walk, while others will bloom with colorful brilliance in the darkness.

"Be careful with these plants." Andre pointed to a cluster of purple-glowing mushrooms on the ground. "This is the 'Nightmare Umbrella'. It will..."

"I know." Ron subconsciously took a few steps back. "It's written in the admissions guide that it releases hallucinogenic spores."

"Oh?" Andre raised an eyebrow. "It seems you read the admissions guide very carefully."

"After all, there's nothing else to read except those books." Ron said with a wry smile.

During those days, he devoted all his time to meditation and reading, so much so that he knew little about what was happening in the outside world.

"And I actually fell for it. During my first week here, I slept in that area for a whole day. When I woke up, I found myself hugging a poisonous datura. Since then, I've been particularly careful with these things."

Andre found it a little funny and was about to say something when a sharp scream suddenly came from the distance.

A gray-robed apprentice stumbled out from the bushes by the roadside, his right hand having turned into a twisted vine-like structure.

"This happens several times every month." Andre shook his head. "But you don't have to worry. Living as a cave dweller like you is actually safer."

"The apprentices' market is just ahead."

Andre walked around him and pointed to a dilapidated stone archway in front of him:
"Here, you can find almost anything an apprentice wants. Of course, the premise is that you have enough magic stone fragments."

Passing through the archway, one is greeted by a strange smell of various herbs and potions.

A Puss in Boots walked gracefully past them, its fur gleaming metallically in the dim light.

Next came a group of chirping elves, chasing a crystal ball that danced on its own.

Ron was so engrossed in watching that he almost bumped into a tall figure in front of a stall.

The huge tentacle-like body made him reluctant to get close, so he dodged to the side.

"Don't be nervous," Andre said with a smile. "Although the Krakens look scary, they're good business partners. Just be careful with your words, as their saliva is corrosive."

(End of this chapter)