Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 71 Letter and Assessment Preparation
His thoughts began to race. In the real world, industry certifications often require one to possess certain professional abilities to obtain a professional title, and then gradually become a senior person by accumulating experience through practice.

However, this career system is just the opposite. It requires you to reach the corresponding ability level of senior people in the industry before you can be promoted to the corresponding career.

"It's simply the reverse operation of getting on the bus first and buying the ticket later." Ron already understood its operating mechanism.

However, after passing the school's certification, you can sign a formal cooperation agreement, provide potions to the school, and obtain corresponding rewards and resources.

This is indeed the best option for him at the moment. If he can become a professional potion master, he will not only have a more stable income, but also have access to more high-level materials.

"Also, becoming a professional potion master can exempt you from some of the chores and guarding duties that apprentices must perform."

Mrs. Allen continued, "After all, by then the school will value your potion-making ability more than your ability to stand guard. This way, you will have more time to focus on your own training and research."

Ron nodded slightly, already making up his mind: "I will apply for the Potions Master certification tomorrow. Thank you for your advice, ma'am."

She waved her hand. "Don't be so quick to thank me. The certification test is no joke. They'll randomly select three advanced potions for you to brew on the spot. Failure in any of them means you've failed the test."

"I have confidence." Ron's eyes flashed with determination.

"Of course you have confidence." The old woman snorted, with a hint of pride in her eyes: "I never accept students without talent."

"If you pass the Potions Master certification, you can definitely apply for a workshop within the school. I seem to have seen you looking for a new residence within the school recently. With the potential you've shown, applying for a residence with a workshop shouldn't be a problem."

Hearing this, Ron's eyes lit up.

The housing problem has been a recent concern for him. If he can solve this problem by passing the potion master certification, it will undoubtedly kill two birds with one stone.

"Is it really possible to apply for an independent workshop?"

He was somewhat surprised that the school was so generous. After all, geniuses like Tracy had to sign service contracts in exchange for resource allocation.

"Of course, the school has always valued young apprentices with potential."

Mrs. Allen nodded. "Besides, you've already proven your worth. I think adding my recommendation to your application will significantly increase your chances of success."

It was obvious that she was not just giving advice, but also hinting that she would provide him with help.

At this moment, the wind chimes on the shop door rang softly, and a messenger wearing the official uniform of the school was looking around at the door.

"Is Apprentice Ron Ralph here?" the messenger asked, looking around.

"It's me." Ron took a step forward with a hint of doubt.

The messenger took out a letter with the royal seal and a small package from the leather bag at his waist. "This is a letter from Farouk's capital. Please check it."

Ron took the letter and looked at the familiar seal - the symbol of the Farouk royal family. He probably guessed the specific content of the letter.

The messenger bowed to the two men and said, "If you have a reply, please deliver it to the communication office in the central hall of the academy within three days."

After saying that, he turned and left the store.

"It seems you have received important news." Mrs. Allen said nonchalantly:

"Open it and take a look. My work here is almost done. You can go back early to prepare for the certification test."

Ron nodded and carefully opened the envelope.

The contents of the letter were unremarkable, consisting of some bland compliments from the royal family. There was also a letter from his father, Earl Ralph, which, in keeping with the Earl's meticulous nature, briefly described recent family events.

It seems that the gold coins and assets that he asked the royal family to transfer to his family last time have indeed been put to good use, and it has solved one of his worries.

The small bundle that came with the letter contained twenty brand new magic stone fragments, each gleaming with pure luster.

"It seems to be good news?" Mrs. Allen asked curiously.

Ron explained briefly: "It's something happening in the mortal kingdom. I didn't expect the royal family to pay so much attention to me."

"This is normal." Mrs. Allen said casually, as if she had already gotten used to it.

"In this world, extraordinary power is the true capital. You have proven your potential by rising from a sixth-magnitude star to your current level. The royal family's investment in you is simply a plan for the future."

Ron deeply agreed that in this world dominated by supernatural powers, a potential wizard apprentice was far more valuable than a noble with a vast fiefdom.

He carefully put away the letter and the magic stone fragments and prepared to say goodbye to Mrs. Allen.

Mrs. Allen glanced at him:
"Alright, if there's nothing else, go back and prepare for the test. Remember, stay calm, trust your skills, and don't be intimidated by the examiner's aura."

"Thank you, ma'am. I will not let you down."

Ron bowed deeply to his mentor, then turned and left the herbal medicine shop.

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On the morning of the second day after officially graduating from Mrs. Allen's apprenticeship, Ron went to the central hall and applied for the Potions Master certification test.

According to the process, this type of assessment is usually scheduled to take place one week later so that applicants can make adequate preparations.

Walking out of the application office, Ron stood on the stone steps outside the central hall and looked up at the sky above the black fog jungle, which always looked gloomy.

The early morning sunlight shines through the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground, adding a rare vitality to this strange place.

"A week is enough time for me to make full preparations." He whispered to himself, and began to think about the materials that needed to be purchased.

Ron took out the small notebook he always carried with him, which was densely packed with records of the inventory status of various potion materials.

The order he prepared for Tracy last week consumed a lot of precious materials, and coupled with the experiments and practice in the past period of time, his material reserves were already stretched to the limit.

"It's time to go to the market to stock up on some materials, especially velvet pollen and evening primrose. These will likely be tested in the assessment, so it's best to practice ahead of time."

As Ron walked towards the market area, he was thinking about his next plan.

Since breaking through to become a junior apprentice more than a month ago, his situation and status have indeed improved significantly.

But in a place like the Black Mist Jungle, any rapid rise would attract unnecessary attention.

"Although my mental strength has reached the standard of a mid-level apprentice, now is not the time to make this public."

Ron thought to himself, "I'll first get certified as a potion master as a novice apprentice. After half a year, when I've established myself in the school, I'll consider applying for the intermediate apprentice assessment."

(End of this chapter)