Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 93 Is there an old man behind him?

"Since my swordsmanship is close to a breakthrough, I should practice more now..."

Ron picked up the ironwood sword and continued his daily training.

The sword flashed in the room, and every movement was precise and smooth, perfectly combining the "Corona Breathing Method" with swordsmanship.

As he completed a set of Corona Sword Techniques, he felt a familiar omen of an impending breakthrough in his skills.

"If I persist for a while longer, I'll be able to enter the realm of swordsmanship mastery. I'm really looking forward to the powerful trait 'Sharpness' advancing once again..."

[Successfully reset negative status: Fatigue, Energy - 1]

The boy's eyes were bloodshot. He forced himself to open them wide once again, trying to catch that glimmer of inspiration through repeated practice.
[Basic Swordsmanship Experience + 1]

[Current Progress: Basic Swordsmanship (Proficiency 98/100)]

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Gwyneth stood in the bright lobby of the registration office, drumming her fingers impatiently on the marble countertop.

As a mid-level apprentice, she shouldn't have been confined to such a menial position.

But considering the "benefits" of this job - every wandering apprentice and foreigner who comes to sign up for various professional certifications will be given a lot of benefits, she is not so opposed to it.

She tidied her long chestnut hair and glanced at the passers-by hurrying past the window.

Today's work was almost over, and she was considering whether to attend the small apprentice party in the evening when she suddenly felt a majestic magical wave coming from the end of the corridor.

"Gwyneth."

The low voice made her straighten her back immediately and quickly turn around to face the person who came.

It was Magnus Claw, one of the oldest Potions Masters in the school and a distant cousin of her great-grandmother.

But it was precisely because of this relationship, so distant that it was almost invisible, that she was able to obtain this well-paid position.

"Master Magnus." Gwyneth saluted respectfully, but at the same time she was secretly nervous, afraid that she had done something wrong again.

The old potion master approached with steady steps and placed a document with the official seal of the school on the counter.

His white beard was meticulously combed, his eyes were sharp as an eagle, and the radiation field on his body quickly subsided after causing a slight stinging sensation to the female apprentice.

"This is the contract for the workshop at East District 14," Magnus said, tapping the document lightly with his fingers.
"I would like you to deliver it to Apprentice Ron Ralph personally."

Hearing this somewhat familiar name, Gwyneth's expression changed slightly.

Ron Ralph? The young man who signed up for the Potions Master certification a few days ago?
She still remembered how she looked upon his request with disdain, and even kindly advised him to give up and save the registration fee.

"Master Magnus, isn't this usually the responsibility of the school's trained monster messengers?"

She asked tentatively, her fingers clenching subconsciously.

The old potion master's deep eyes looked directly at her, making Gwyneth feel uncomfortable.

"I think it would be more appropriate for you to deliver it yourself." His tone left no room for doubt. "After all, you are the registrar of his Potions Master Examination, right?"

Gwyneth's heart sank suddenly. The words were clearly reproachful. Magnus obviously knew her attitude towards Ron at that time.

"Yes, Master," she murmured, her cheeks warming slightly.

"Very good." Magnus nodded, his beard trembling slightly as he spoke.

"I think you should know that Ron Ralph not only passed the assessment, but also received an 'Excellent' rating. This is an extremely rare achievement in the history of the Black Mist School, especially for such a young apprentice."

Gwyneth opened her eyes wide and looked at Magnus in disbelief.

"'Excellent' rating?" she repeated almost automatically. "He looks no more than fifteen or sixteen! How could that be—"

Her sources only knew that he had passed the assessment, but an "excellent" rating? And was it given by this old-fashioned person?

"That's exactly what I'm wondering," Magnus interrupted her gently, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
"But the fact is, his potion-making skills have reached a level that many working potion masters find difficult to achieve.

The old potion master leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice:

"The school needs talents like him, Gwyneth. I hope you can take this opportunity to make amends for your previous...little mistake."

Gwyneth immediately understood Magnus's intention, which was to give her a chance to apologize.

She bit her lower lip and nodded, "I understand, Master. I will personally deliver the contract to him and... express my apologies."

"Very good." Magnus nodded with satisfaction and turned to leave, but then stopped:
"By the way, although he is only certified as a professional potion master, my judgment is that his actual level is very close to that of a senior potion master, or even higher. Remember this."

When Magnus' figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Gwyneth let out a long breath and her tense shoulders relaxed.

She picked up the contract and looked at the information on it carefully.

No. 14, East District - that's a pretty good location, but the East District is usually the preserve of people with special backgrounds.

Gwyneth frowned in thought as she packed her things and prepared to head to the apprentice dormitory area.

Walking along the winding cobblestone road, the female apprentice's heart was filled with all kinds of emotions.

Curiosity, confusion, jealousy, and a hint of indescribable awe.

She muttered to herself, her footsteps echoing in the twilight.

"Potions is almost the most experience-reliant of all supernatural disciplines. Controlling the temperature, grasping the timing of material interactions, regulating energy fluctuations... all of these require countless attempts and failures to truly understand."

She thought back to the Potions Master certification exam she had taken about five years ago.

She had already studied potions for over a decade and thought herself well-prepared, but she still failed at the actual refining stage. The feeling of defeat was still fresh in her memory.

"How could a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child possibly master all this?" Gwyneth shook her head, her brow furrowed.
"Unless he has some special talent, or...past memories?"

Ancient books have recorded some legendary figures who are said to be able to retain memories of their past lives through special means, or that fragments of ancient existence are hidden in their souls.

These people often display talents and understanding far beyond the average person.

"Maybe he is just like that?" Gwyneth thought, then laughed at herself.

"What am I thinking... There are so many strange things in the extraordinary world. Maybe he is just a pure genius?"

She stopped dwelling on the issue and started thinking about how to apologize.

Gifts are essential, but what should you give to a new potion master?
Potions ingredients? Too common...

Equipment and tools? According to the information he had previously inquired, as Mrs. Allen's student, the other party might already have a lot of high-quality tools.

An idea suddenly flashed through her mind: "Furniture! What the new workshop needs is a set of suitable furniture!"

Gwyneth quickened her pace, a plan gradually taking shape in her mind.

She worked at the registry office in the East District and was familiar with all kinds of businesses. She could easily arrange for a set of high-quality furniture to be delivered to Ron's new workshop.

Although it does not have extraordinary effects, it is very practical and can reflect her sincerity.

"This is a good apology..." Gwyneth thought, with a slight smile on her face.

"It can also help me build a good relationship with this new potion master. Who knows if it will be useful in the future?"

With this thought in mind, she quickened her pace towards the apprentice dormitory area, and her mood became relaxed.

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Ron stood by the window, watching the morning light penetrate the branches and leaves of the foggy jungle, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

After opening the door, Ron saw Tracy and her leopard follower, Beaver Moon, standing outside.

The brown-haired girl was wearing a light-colored slim-fitting long dress today, outlining her budding figure. The sapphire badge on her chest sparkled in the sunlight.

Compared to her, Li Yue was more alert, his golden eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, obviously always keeping in mind his duty as a guard.

"Good morning, Ron." Tracy smiled slightly, with a hint of admiration in her eyes.
"I'm here to get the medicine. By the way... congratulations on passing the professional potion master certification."

Ron stepped aside to let the guest in and closed the door.

"I was planning to inform you after a while, but I didn't expect you to know so soon."

He said with a smile, his eyes lingering on Tracy's face for a moment.

The girl's lips were a soft red, and her complexion was much brighter than usual. It was obvious that she had dressed up carefully before coming here.

"News always travels fast, especially when it comes to special cases like yours."

Tracy said with a hint of teasing, "I heard you received an 'Excellent' rating? Master Magnus is known for his strictness; he never gives such an evaluation lightly."

Ron smiled modestly and motioned for her to find a place to sit down while he began to sort the potions on the table.

Tracy's gaze swept across the room, lingering on the neatly arranged potions, a hint of deep thought in her eyes.

"Beaver Moon told me you promised to make quite a few potions," she said. "It seems you're making good progress."

"Most of it has been completed." Ron nodded and pushed several rows of bottles forward:

"These are basic potions, and their quality should be better than the ones you've used before. As for the more difficult ones, I plan to complete them after I enter the workshop."

Tracy picked up a bottle of mental stabilizer and looked closely.

The liquid is a perfect deep blue, with silver spots evenly distributed inside the bottle, indicating extremely high quality.

"The effect is indeed much stronger than before." She nodded slightly, with sincere admiration in her eyes.
"It seems that your potion-making skills have improved after not seeing you for a while. You are indeed a talented potion master who has been rated 'Excellent'."

Ron shrugged. He wouldn't get carried away by a few words of praise from a young girl. He just modestly said, "I'm not going to do that any more than I thought.

"It's just the result of persistent hard work and practice. I'm not someone as naturally gifted as you, so I can only work hard on this."

He sorted the potions one by one and packed them into a portable form.

Tracy signaled Beaver Moon to take out a heavy bag and push it towards Ron.

"Here's the balance, 50 magic stone fragments. You can check them."

She said, then added: "Also, if you need any rare materials, I can help you obtain them through the channels of the sequence members."

Ron took the bag and nodded with satisfaction. "Thank you. This will be very helpful for me to set up my own potion workshop in the future."

After the transaction was completed, Tracy did not leave immediately, but signaled the Leopard Woman behind her to take out another package.

"I also brought a special little gift as a congratulatory gift for your promotion to Potions Master."

When the package was opened, a well-made violin was revealed, along with a portable harmonica and several books of sheet music and introductory music theory tutorials.

Ron raised an eyebrow in surprise and carefully picked up the violin, running his fingers lightly over the smooth varnished wood.

(End of this chapter)