Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 78 Are You Really Willing...

"Ron, long time no see." Tracy's voice was much lighter. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Tracy, congratulations on winning the duel." Ron was slightly surprised, but still congratulated sincerely: "Your Panther power is amazing."

This scene immediately caused the surrounding apprentices to whisper in surprise and envy.

"that is not"

"Ron? That's the one..."

"Mrs. Allen's new assistant! I saw him in the herbal medicine store..."

"Tracy actually knows him. No wonder her Leopard Girl is so strong. She must have used a special advanced potion!"

“Oh my God, look at Cynthia’s expression, she’s about to kill someone…”

Tracy's easy victory and her familiarity with Ron undoubtedly raised her status in everyone's eyes.

Those eyes that may have been somewhat scrutinizing now became respectful.

Cynthia stood in the distance, her eyes full of jealousy and anger.

She stared at the Leopard Woman beside Tracy with a gloomy look in her eyes.

"That leopard girl, Tracy, must have used an advanced potion, and it wasn't just an ordinary potion," she guessed in her heart.

"No ordinary potion would ever have such an effect. Where on earth did she get such a high-quality potion?"

She frowned and turned her gaze to Ron, who was talking to Tracy, with an unpleasant suspicion in her mind.

"That old witch Allen's student," Cynthia narrowed her eyes. "Perhaps this is the secret to Tracy's sudden rise?"

"What a coincidence." Tracy smiled at Ron and said, "I was planning to look for you in a few days to entrust you with the next batch of potions. I didn't expect to meet you here."

She gently stroked the leopard girl's shoulder, with obvious pride in her eyes:
"The bloodline activator you helped me refine last time was very effective. It increased Li Yue's combat effectiveness by at least 30%. The recovery ability during battle and the suppression of pain were particularly noticeable."

Ron smiled slightly when he heard this, feeling secretly relieved, but then he said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Tracy, I'm afraid I won't be able to prepare potions for you in the short term."

When Tracy heard this, she asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Are you in trouble? If there's anything I can help you with..."

"Um, don't worry. Actually, I have to prepare for the Potions Master certification exam soon." Seeing this, Ron could only explain briefly:
“It takes a lot of time to prepare and practice, so I might not have the energy to take on new orders.”

"Potion Master Certification?" The brown-haired girl's eyes widened slightly, but then returned to normal, with a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.
"That's right. With your potion skills, it's only natural for you to apply for certification. With such a level, among us apprentices, I'm afraid you are already the absolute best."

The two of them stood around the square, chatting as if no one was around.

For most novice apprentices with mediocre qualifications, it is a great honor to be taken the initiative to talk to them by a genius in the wizard candidate sequence.

The almost equal communication between Ron and Tracy made many apprentices envious.

"When is the assessment scheduled?" Tracy asked with concern.

"A week later," Ron replied. "I'm planning to buy some materials and practice the recipes that might be involved in the assessment in advance."

"I understand." Tracy nodded. "Come to think of it, if it weren't for the special potions you provided today, my Beaver Moon would probably not be a match for that orc."

She glanced at the dying orc on the ground, a trace of pity flashing in her eyes:

"That violent crystal is contraband, but this kind of thing is so common among Sequence members that no one will accuse them."

Cynthia, who was not far away, had been left aside for a long time, and her face was distorted to the extreme.

Not only did she lose the duel, but she was also completely ignored by the winner, which was a great humiliation for her, who had always been proud.

"Cynthia has been working hard to accumulate points and resources since she entered the wizard candidate sequence."

Tracy whispered in Ron's ear:
"But her actual performance has not been very good. If it weren't for the support of Lady Marsala, her ranking might be even lower. This time, I guess they saw that I had just entered the sequence and treated me as a soft persimmon. If it weren't for the support of the potion resources you provided, I would have been in danger this time." Just as Cynthia was about to explode, a figure quietly appeared behind her.

"Cynthia." A low and calm voice sounded in her ears: "I don't recommend you have a seizure now."

Cynthia turned her head and saw Oliver standing there with his usual perfect smile on his face.

His eyes were gentle yet filled with unquestionable majesty, which instantly cooled Cynthia's anger that was about to explode.

"Get out of here! Oliver." She whispered, her tone full of extreme anger:

"I lost a valuable combat slave and was humiliated by that lowly hunter's daughter!"

"A temporary setback isn't worth worrying about," Oliver said softly, glancing at Ron in the distance.

"Besides, I have something more important to discuss with you."

He whispered a few words in Cynthia's ear, and Cynthia's expression gradually changed from anger to shock, and finally to a kind of morbid excitement.

"I can't believe it," she whispered, "you've really decided..."

"Of course." Oliver nodded. "But now is not the time. Let's talk about it slowly when we get back."

He turned and left. Cynthia hesitated, gave Tracy a final glare, and then followed Oliver.

Ron noticed this scene and his alarm bells rang.

After the two left, he noticed two servants quietly appear, skillfully put a large sack on the dying orc, and then dragged him away swiftly.

No one spoke out to stop the whole process, and even the apprentices watching around didn't even glance in that direction, as if this was the most normal thing.

"What will happen to this Orc warrior?" Ron looked at Norris beside him calmly.

Norris stuffed the witness money into his pocket and shrugged when he heard this:

"A defeated slave? They usually don't have a good end. If the injuries are minor, they might be sold; if they are seriously injured like this orc, they will probably be sent to the school's recycling center."

"Where is the recycling center?" Ron already had a guess in his mind.

"We'll extract the useful parts of their bodies, and half of the magic stone fragments we get will be given to Cynthia, the owner."

Norris's tone was unusually calm, as if he was talking about the weather:

"Orc skins are very tough, and their hearts and other internal organs are also good ingredients for potions. As for their bones, they can be ground into powder and used in various rituals."

Ron nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

The rules here are so cruel that it is no longer news to him.

After Norris left, Ron cast a scrutinizing look at Leopard Girl Li Yue.

After the effect of the blood-stimulating potion gradually wore off, the various abnormalities that had been stimulated in her seemed to have returned to normal, but that innate elegance and danger still existed.

"Your Leopard Girl is really impressive..."

He exclaimed sincerely, his eyes fixed on Beaver Moon's graceful yet dangerous figure:
"Although I have refined many bloodline stimulating potions, I have never seen such a pure stimulating effect."

Tracy raised an eyebrow at that, the corner of her mouth slightly raised.

The deliberately maintained sense of distance in the past seemed to have melted away a little. She gently stroked Li Yue's shoulder, and there was a hint of tenderness in her eyes that she rarely showed.

"Beiyue is indeed very special." She lowered her voice, with an unconscious sense of pride in her tone:
"I suppose you must be very curious about her background?"

Ron nodded, not hiding the curiosity in his eyes. "If you're willing to share, I'm all ears."

(End of this chapter)