Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 72 Blake Interracial Exchange
Fortunately, the leap in mental power from a beginner to an intermediate apprentice is not as obvious as the leap from an ordinary person to a beginner apprentice.

As long as he doesn't show it actively, even a formal wizard would find it difficult to detect his true level unless he actively uses his mental power to detect him, which gives him the possibility to hide his strength.

"After all, in this place where the strong prey on the weak, it's not wise to show off your talents too early."

The market was still as bustling as usual, with apprentices of all kinds moving between the stalls, and the sounds of bargaining and shouting could be heard everywhere.

Ron walked straight to the medicinal material area, first replenishing the most scarce evening primrose and velvet pollen, and then bought some basic materials such as morning dew grass and fire snake scale powder.

After paying the bill, he noticed an apprentice walking by with a furry beast girl on a chain. An idea suddenly flashed through his mind:
"I have passed the Potions Master exam successfully. I will most likely apply for an independent workshop. I will probably need some servants to assist with daily work."

Those candidate apprentices from the human kingdom were not reliable. Most of them had their own ideas and there was no guarantee that they would not steal or leak his research results.

"The slave trade seems like a good option," he pondered. "At least basic loyalty and diligence are guaranteed for alien slaves who have been marked with a contract."

"There seems to be an alien slave exchange on the east side of the market. Why don't we go take a look?"

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Andre was standing in a secluded clearing, surrounded by the remains of stone pillars covered with weathered runes.

This place used to be the experimental site of a wizard in the Black Mist Jungle. Now it has been abandoned, but it has become an excellent place for him to conduct secret training.

He closed his eyes and his body swayed slightly with a specific breathing rhythm.

A ball of burning essential oil had already been evenly applied to the key points of his meridians. His skin turned red due to the contact, but his expression was unusually calm.

Just as the third level of breathing was about to be completed, Andre took out a small bottle from his arms, which contained a dark red liquid - it was the "Qi and Blood Potion" made by Ron for him, specially formulated to break through the bottleneck of knight training.

He drank the potion without hesitation, and immediately, the heat in his body collided violently with the potion, producing an explosive chemical reaction.

"what!"

The blond boy let out an uncontrollable growl, knelt on one knee, and clenched his hands into fists.

His muscles were shaking violently, no doubt he was under tremendous pressure.

The meridians in the body are filled with a large amount of energy, almost reaching the limit of endurance.

"boom!"

There was no actual sound, but a silent explosion had already occurred inside the body.

The surging energy instantly broke through the bottleneck that had troubled him for a long time and flowed to every corner of his body.

His body underwent subtle changes in an instant.

The muscle lines became tighter and the bones made slight vibrating sounds as if they were rearranging themselves.

His skin also had a healthy glow, and even his breath became more steady and powerful.

"Finally..." Andre let out a long breath, his face filled with joy and relief, "Finally a breakthrough!"

He stood up, feeling the new strength coursing through him.

"Let me go back and pack up first, then tell Ron the good news!" Andre thought to himself.

But when he returned to his room, he found a letter on the door. It was obvious that someone had left it there because they knew he lived there.

The uncontrollable joy on Andre's face froze for a moment when he saw the wax seal on the letter that belonged exclusively to the Farouk royal family.

After returning to the room with the letter, Andre frowned and carefully opened the envelope. "Dear His Highness Andre:
Lady Cynthia has asked several times when you will be able to visit and we have to express the Royal Family’s disappointment.

As the thirteenth prince of the Kingdom of Farouk, you should fulfill your basic obligations.

Please come to Lady Cynthia's tower at the beginning of next month without further delay..."

Although the wording of the letter was polite, it was full of unquestionable commands between the lines.

Andre's face instantly darkened.

He knew the hidden meaning behind the letter - the royal family had begun to lose patience and they hoped to send him to the bed of the female apprentice known for her cruelty as soon as possible to become her new plaything.

"Damn..." He cursed under his breath, but then calmed down.

He quickly drafted a reply:
"Dear Sir Lance:

Thank you for your reminder in my letter. I must tell you an exciting news. I have made a major breakthrough in my knight training and reached the third stage.

According to royal tradition, this means that I am eligible to begin preparing for the 'Bloodline Awakening Ceremony', which is a necessary step before becoming a formal knight.

A month of meditation and preparation is required before the ceremony can be performed..."

Such an excuse would be difficult for even the most demanding royal advisor to reject outright.

"It can at least buy me a month." He breathed a sigh of relief and sealed the letter.

Now he has taken an important step and is more confident in becoming a formal knight.

As long as she can achieve the final breakthrough, she can escape the fate of being given away as a male concubine.

And all this is thanks to the pharmaceutical support provided by Ron.

Without those carefully formulated Qi and blood potions, he might have been stuck at the bottleneck for months, or even longer.

"Ron... I didn't expect that it was you who changed my destiny in the end..." Andre muttered to himself, with a complicated light flashing in his eyes.

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On the other side, while it was still early, Ron prepared to go to the slave trader on the other side of the market to see what was going on.

After paying for the magic stone fragments and collecting the materials, he walked towards the east side of the market.

This area is completely different from the bustling material sales area. The buildings are low and dark, and the air is filled with a smell mixed with sweat, blood and some strange spices.

A wooden sign that read "Blake Alien Exchange" hung above a rickety pillar.

Several eerie green oil lamps hung above the main entrance of the exchange, illuminating the ferocious faces of the two orc guards squatting at the door.

Ron glanced at the two burly orcs and walked straight towards the gate.

The two orc guards who originally wanted to stop the stranger immediately became respectful after seeing his apprentice badge.

They lowered their ugly, scarred heads and made way.

"Dear apprentice, welcome to the Blake Alien Exchange."

A short, fat man heard the noise and hurried over to greet them flatteringly. The key ring on his waist jingled with every step he took.
"We happen to have a few new shipments arriving these days that might be helpful to you, my Lord."

(End of this chapter)