Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 69: Silver Wing Separator Ancient "Benefit"

He sighed, closed the door, and walked quickly towards the market.

Along the way, he kept thinking about his current situation.

Living in a cramped quarters for apprentice candidates is more than just embarrassing.

But every time he thought about this problem, he was in a dilemma. Reason told him that he should move out of this place as soon as possible, but the high rent made him think twice.

According to what Andre had inquired about, the cheapest independent residence in the school required an annual rent of 150 magic stone fragments, and the better ones even required several complete magic stones.

He currently helps Mrs. Allen every day, with a fixed daily salary, plus some extra commissions from auxiliary refining work, and extra money earned from Tracy and Andre, he can make a net income of about eighty to ninety magic stone fragments a month.

But even with the current income level, such annual rent is a considerable burden.

After all, after renting an independent residence, one will have to face various other expenses, and he will also need to invest resources in other areas.

As his thoughts raced, he unknowingly arrived in front of the herbal medicine store.

As I pushed open the door, the familiar aroma of herbs hit me in the face. Mrs. Allen was standing behind the counter sorting out the accounts.

"Just in time."

Mrs. Allen put down the account book in her hand and looked directly at Ron with her green eyes: "I have a big order today and I need your help."

"What big order?" Ron asked curiously, as he began to put on his work apron.

"Thirty bottles of refreshing potion and twenty bottles of wound healing potion. The school's law enforcement team needs to replenish its stock."

Mrs. Allen pointed to the workbench at the back: "I have prepared the materials, you can start directly."

Ron nodded and got down to work without another word.

This level of bulk orders no longer poses a challenge to him, but he still remains highly focused.

Each bottle of medicine is precisely proportioned, and the efficacy is stable and uniform.

Two hours later, all the potions were finished.

Ron arranged them neatly on the wooden rack and waited for the liquid medicine to cool completely.

After this period of dedicated study, his potion skills have made great progress:
[Potion Refining: Proficient (46/80)]

[Medicinal Herb Identification: Proficient (42/80)]

[Basic Potions: Proficient (98/100)]

It seems that basic potions will soon have a breakthrough to the mastery level.

By then, he might be able to consider further career planning.

"Well done." Mrs. Allen came over and randomly picked a few bottles for inspection:
"The quality is very stable, even better than the previous batch. This is the terrifying power of hard work and talent."

Ron smiled and complimented, "It's all thanks to your guidance."

Mrs. Allen's eyes flickered, as if she saw through his thoughts.

She tapped the counter lightly, the joints of her skinny fingers standing out.

"Ron." Her voice was unusually soft. "I've noticed your recent progress."

"Thank you for your affirmation, ma'am." The young apprentice was unsure of what the other party meant and could only respond modestly.

"No, it's more than just progress. During this period, your attainments in potions have far surpassed some talented beginners, and even surpassed many senior potion apprentices who have been immersed in this field for many years."

Mrs. Allen shook her head:
“Not only is our understanding of material properties becoming increasingly accurate, but our control of the temperature and prediction of reactions between materials have also reached a very high level.”

She paused, a rare flicker of approval in her eyes:

"To be honest, there's not much I can teach you right now. With your level, you can definitely handle things on your own from now on."

Ron was stunned: "You mean..."

"You are now ready to start your apprenticeship, Ron." Mrs. Allen said bluntly:

"You are still working as an assistant in my small shop. It's really a waste of your talent."

After she finished speaking, she reached out from under the counter and took out a wooden box, pushing it in front of Ron: "Here, this is a small gift from me, just to celebrate your upcoming independence."

Ron opened the wooden box curiously, and inside lay a delicate instrument gleaming silver - a silver wing separator.

This is exactly the precious tool he has always desired but has never been willing to spend the magic stone fragments to buy.

"This is... the Silver Wing Separator!" He stroked the exquisite instrument in surprise and carefully took it out of the box.

This rare tool, capable of extracting the purest essence from medicinal herbs without losing any activity, is a treasure coveted by potion masters.

For a moment, Ron didn't know what to say.

At first, I came here simply to practice some potion making.

However, he did not expect that this seemingly harsh and mean old woman would be so generous in teaching her skills, and even gave him such a precious meditation method as "The Whisper of the Star Eater".

Now that he's finished his apprenticeship, he actually gave her such a valuable gift. Even if they were mother and son, they wouldn't be so...

"I've noticed that you're always hesitant when dealing with materials that require delicate extraction."

Mrs. Allen said, her tone much softer than usual: "With this, it should solve your problem."

"This is worth at least several whole magic stones, right?"

Ron still couldn't believe it. He began to worry that the other party might have another difficult task to assign to him.

"It's just an ordinary tool." Mrs. Allen pretended to be nonchalant, but the smile on her lips betrayed her emotions:

"Compared to those flashy collectibles, this set of tools is more practical in actual combat."

Her eyes became distant, as if she was looking through the walls of the shop into the distance.

"I've had it for many years. Long ago, when I was still working at the Crystal Spire, I used it to refine materials."

"Crystal Spire?"

Ron knew this name. It was an extraordinary gathering place that was recorded in books as being much larger than the Black Mist School. It was said that there were even great wizards among them.

Mrs. Allen seemed to realize that she had revealed too much and sighed softly:

"Yes... that was before I came here. The situation among official wizards is far more complicated than you can imagine. If you make a mistake in the competition for promotion, the consequences will be..."

She didn't finish her words, and subconsciously stroked the ugly scar on her waist and abdomen that could not be removed.

Mrs. Allen shook her head, as if to dispel those memories:
"None of this matters now. I've found my place here, doing what I love most, discovering young people with potential and helping them grow. My loss at the Spire has become my gain... and now it's your gain too."

The old woman's eyes refocused on Ron, with a rare touch of nostalgia:

"There are worlds beyond this forest, child. There are places where magic surges like a tsunami, and where powerful beings can shape reality itself with their thoughts alone. Perhaps one day, when you are ready..."

She paused again, a relieved smile playing on her lips.

Ron carefully placed the separator back into the box. "You've given me so much. I don't know how to thank you enough, ma'am."

"There's no need to thank me so much..." Mrs. Allen waved her hand, her tone returning to her usual crisp and clear tone:

"Teaching talented young people is actually of great benefit to us."

"Benefits?" Ron asked doubtfully.

Mrs. Allen was silent for a moment, as if considering how much information to reveal.

Finally, she sat down on a chair behind the counter and motioned for Ron to join her.

"Do you know why formal wizards are very busy, but most of them are willing to spend time to open schools and teach apprentices?"

She asked, an inexplicable light flashing in her green eyes.

Ron thought for a moment: "To pass on knowledge? Or to train assistants?"

"That's partly true, but not completely." Mrs. Allen shook her head slightly.
"In the world of occultism, there is an ancient rule - 'favor'."

(End of this chapter)