Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 41: Clinging to the powerful and throwing oneself into the arms
Ron finished his work at the herbal medicine shop. Mrs. Allen was as strict as usual today, but she was surprisingly patient when teaching him how to make an anti-poison potion.

"Don't be late tomorrow." Before leaving, the old witch reminded him, "I have a few new recipes that I need your help to test."

On the way back to the dormitory, he was full of thoughts.

It has been a while since he became a formal junior apprentice. Although on the surface there is no difference from before, he can clearly feel the change in the attitude of the people around him.

"Apprentice Ron!" A familiar voice came from behind, interrupting his thoughts.

Turning around, he saw Gregory, the apprentice candidate who rarely interacted with him.

This person was born in a merchant family. He was always used to currying favor with the powerful and never looked down upon his classmates who were mediocre or even inferior in qualifications.

But at this moment, Gregory's attitude was completely different. He trotted over with a smile on his face:
"I heard that you've passed the apprenticeship qualification? That's really admirable!"

"What's the matter?" Ron asked coldly.

"Of course I have nothing important to do." Gregory smiled even more attentively.

"I just wanted to ask if you need a capable assistant. I'm very experienced in document processing and data research. I'm also proficient in bookkeeping and the ancient language of the Three Kingdoms. If you need anything..."

Ron immediately understood the other party's intention - he was seeking asylum and hoped to become his slave.

In the Black Mist Jungle, becoming an apprentice's slave can at least guarantee the basic right to survival. For those apprentice candidates who see no hope, this is already a pretty good ending.

"No need, I'm used to acting alone." Ron refused flatly.

Gregory's smile was a little weak, but he still forced himself to smile:

"If you change your mind, you can always come find me! I live in room 34 in the West Wing..."

Ron turned and left before he could finish.

But after taking a few steps, he was stopped by another voice.

"Apprentice Ron~"

A female voice that was so sweet that it was a bit sickening came from the side.

Ron saw a graceful female apprentice walking towards him with light steps. Her dress was deliberately looser than usual, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

Ron recognized her as Isabella, a candidate apprentice from a noble family in the south.

As far as I can remember, this woman was very close to Emily, and they often attended various apprentice gatherings together.

"I heard that you are very talented in potions." Isabella blinked her big eyes and said in a sweet voice:

"I happen to be very interested in this area. Could you give me some advice?"

She deliberately moved very close, wanting to press her plump body against the arm of the person in front of her. The strong smell of perfume mixed with some ambiguous atmosphere hit her face.

Ron keenly noticed that behind the deliberately created admiration in her eyes, there was calculation and sophistication.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that, with his sharp perception enhanced after changing his job to [Wizard Apprentice], he could clearly detect the indescribable "traces of use" on this noble lady.

She was obviously no longer a pure girl, but a veteran in bed who had experienced many kinds of lovemaking.

Just as Ron was trying to avoid the other party's approach without leaving a trace and was about to refuse again, several female apprentice candidates surrounded him.

Everyone was dressed extraordinarily seductively, and their words were filled with explicit innuendos:

"Apprentice Ron, I can do anything for you..." "My family also has some connections in the Kingdom of Farouk, if you need..."

"I've learned all kinds of ways to please people since I was a child, and I guarantee that I can make you..."

These words made Ron feel sick.

He knew very well what these people were up to - to join a newly promoted junior apprentice and exchange their bodies for security.

In their eyes, I am just a new object of dependence, a tool that can be discarded at will.

"Enough." Ron said coldly, radiating out a mental wave that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

It was the new ability he gained after becoming a junior apprentice - mental interference. Although it only had an interference effect in battles of the same level, it was more than enough to deal with these candidate apprentices.

[Mental Interference (Beginner) Experience +1]

Perhaps because the ability to interfere with the mind was recorded as a skill, Ron felt that his control over it was much stronger than when he first acquired this ability.

An invisible wave spread out from him, and the apprentices surrounding him immediately felt dizzy.

Their thoughts became confused, some staggered back, and some even sat down on the ground with a dazed look on their faces.

"I have no interest in you, and I don't need any servants." Ron's tone was calm but with a deep chill:

"Don't bother me again, otherwise, I don't mind giving you less parts."

After saying this, he turned and left, leaving behind a group of candidate apprentices who had not yet fully recovered from the mental interference and looked at each other. They all saw extreme jealousy and unwillingness in each other's eyes.

When he returned to the dormitory and just locked the door, he heard a knock on the door.

"It's me, Andre." A familiar voice came from outside the door.

Ron opened the door and saw the blond Thirteenth Prince standing at the door with a serious expression.

"I heard that you taught those candidate apprentices an unforgettable lesson in the corridor just now?" Andre raised the corners of his mouth, but the smile seemed a little forced.

"News spreads so fast..." Ron stepped aside to let Andre in. "Those guys are like feces stuck to the soles of my feet. They really make me a little irritated."

"This is normal," Andre shrugged. "In the Black Mist Jungle, every promoted apprentice goes through this 'welcome ceremony.' Those hopeless apprentices always hope to find a new mentor."

Ron nodded, then noticed that something was wrong with Andre's expression. His usual elegant and confident demeanor was still there, but there was a hint of worry and struggle in his eyes, as if he had something to hide.

"What's wrong?" Ron put down the refining utensils he was sorting and looked at Andre seriously. "You look worried."

Andre sighed and sat down on the chair: "Nothing, just some annoying requests from the family."

He forced a smile and asked, "By the way, I heard you just passed the junior apprentice qualification. That's really good news. How's the school doing? I don't think they're skimping on your resources, right?"

Ron didn't respond immediately, but poured two cups of herbal tea he had just received from Mrs. Allen and handed one to Andre.

"Thank you." Andre took the teacup and took a sip. "What is this? It tastes good."

"A mixture of tranquilizing grass and evening primrose root." Ron sat across from Andre. "Mrs. Allen said this can relieve mental fatigue. It looks like this is what you need right now."

The corners of Andre's mouth twitched slightly, and it was obvious that Ron's words hit the nail on the head.

He stared at the liquid in the glass, as if considering how to respond.

(End of this chapter)