I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 95 Mentor
Although the woman's voice on the other side of the black veil was soft and charming, DuPont could tell that she had ill intentions.

Although he wasn't quite sure what the 'sinners' who came here would do, the female doctor he knew was not only a legitimate professional but also an acquaintance of Lavoisier. They were generous, and it could be said that those who could come to this confessional were all either rich or noble. In their eyes, his status as a sorcerer, which could intimidate ordinary people, was no different from that of a student.

Did I offend someone?
There are some contradictions in the black market, but those shady characters are not worthy of the church's favor. I haven't made a move in Beer Town, so I can't leave any obvious traces.

The person in the academy with whom I had a grudge was probably Connor. Charles's mentor was only half a mentor, but the questions Connor asked me had nothing to do with the conflict. Connor had all my records, so she was asking these questions to plant a landmine for me.

But the probability is not high. I'm just an apprentice, and the other party can trip me up directly. Why go through all this trouble?

Could it be that the other party is just a high-level mage who values ​​talent and wants to see if I am suitable to be her apprentice?

“My future partner,” DuPont muttered, somewhat bewildered by the question. “Sorry, I’m more focused on magic and money right now. I haven’t considered any of what you’re talking about.”

"That's normal. Let's keep it simple: what type of girl do you like, and what qualities do you value most?"

"She has to be pretty," DuPont replied honestly. "She should also have a good personality, not be unreasonable, and it would be even better if she could share my interests."

"What kind of answer is that?" The other person snorted, clearly dissatisfied with the answer: "No matter how old a girl is, she's bound to have a temper. If what you're saying is true, it's more like she's looking for a man who is female. Of course, you could also look for an ordinary person without a professional level. She would probably only dare to obey you."

“If you put it that way, then I have to warn you that you’re being sexist.” DuPont became assertive when he brought this up: “I don’t have much contact with women, and although they have different professions, they don’t have any major personality problems. I get along with them quite well.”

"Good upbringing means these problems won't occur. Even if they get really angry, they'll control their emotions and at most distance themselves from you afterwards. Their emotional intelligence isn't great, but that's understandable given their young age."

"Next question: Do you have any bad habits such as excessive drinking, smoking, soliciting prostitutes, or using illegal drugs?"

DuPont: Sweating Soybeans

Is this person here to find a master apprentice or a son-in-law?

"No, but I was feeling unwell once before and drank the elven potion Nikaf to relieve the pain. Does that count?"

"You were able to buy Nikaf? It seems you're much more popular than the report says. Next question: your achievement of becoming a level 3 mage at 14 is only average. If resources were plentiful and there was no need to consider the academy's supply and demand, how quickly do you think you could become a level 5 mage?"

"By the end of this year." Not knowing what the other party was thinking, DuPont gave a vague number: "Judging from my current learning progress, I should be able to advance to level 4 by next month. Although my progress in flight is a bit slow, I can still understand it and should be able to learn it before the end of this semester. However, the specific time is still uncertain. After all, the holidays start at the end of June. If there is enough time, I may be able to finish learning it before June. I am also confident that I can advance to level 5 mage before the end of the year."

"That's quite optimistic, but whether it's arrogance is another matter." The woman said, taking out a crystal ball and handing it out from behind the black veil: "This may be related to whether you can find a mentor. Place your hands on the crystal ball to calm your mind and enter a meditative state."

Unsure of what was happening, DuPont hesitated slightly before placing his hand on it. He wasn't sure what the other person's purpose was, but who would give up the opportunity for special treatment from the communal kitchen?
After closing his eyes and meditating for a moment, DuPont felt a slight warmth in his palms and head. About three minutes later, he heard the female voice let out a puzzled "Eh?" and then ask with some confusion, "How long ago was your last attribute test?"

"I don't remember." DuPont answered much faster this time: "It must have been when you enrolled, right?"

"It seems Lavoisier is taking Northwest Academy a bit too lightly. There's a good chance you'll become a third-circle mage by the end of the year." The female voice said, tossing out a scroll. "I'll be communicating with him soon to apply for your transfer to become my personal apprentice. As long as you pass the test, you can leave Northwest Academy. Do you have any questions about this?"

"Leave here? May I ask where you're going?"

"Of course it's Yarakh. That's where the most archmages are. There are plenty of talented apprentices like you there. You'll face brand new challenges and opportunities. What, are you reluctant to leave here?"

“Yes, I do have some friends here.” DuPont’s face held a hint of nostalgia. “Aren’t you a tutor from nearby?”

"Who would like this place in the Northwest? Only your hometown is worse than this." The woman's voice was cold. "Walking the path of a mage is very lonely. You will be immersed in the ocean of knowledge for years to come. If you can't do that, becoming a high-level mage is just a pipe dream. If you don't have the patience and potential, why would I take you on as an apprentice?"

"But I think it's better to have a few friends, and mages also need practical experience to go on adventures, right? Sitting there reading all day, not to mention whether they can have the patience, their backs would suffer."

“It’s not a good habit to argue with your mentor. It seems you’ve developed some of the wild spirit of the Northwest after two years here.” After saying that, the crystal ball returned to the black veil, and a small staff and a gem appeared from there.

"This is a one-way teleportation staff and a communication runestone. The teleportation point is my mage tower. Whether you can return depends on your performance. Now, drop a drop of blood and bind it to the staff. I will contact you to come and take a test. If you pass, you will no longer be a classmate but a true apprentice."

This time, DuPont didn't hesitate. He took the staff, took out a small knife, and made a cut on his fingertip. Looking at the gem, he hesitated: "Does this also require blood?"

"Of course, this ensures that even if this thing is lost, no one else can use it. However, these things are worth thousands of gold coins. If you lose them, you'll have to pay for them yourself. The teleportation staff is a special request of yours, so it should be charged to your account."

DuPont rolled her eyes inwardly upon hearing this, thinking that she was supposed to go anyway, but this thought was quickly dispelled by her next sentence: "Alright, you can leave now. I can let you know as early as next week."

"Thank you, mentor." DuPont was in high spirits. If this step were to succeed, it would be a hundred times better than passing the civil service exam. It would be like directly leaping out of the social class to become a nobleman, and he would no longer need to waste money before becoming a formal mage.

However, he had another question: "Mentor, how should I address you?"

"Of course it's your mentor, do you want to call someone else?" The female voice didn't forget to dampen the boy's spirits after she finished speaking: "You haven't passed the test yet, so don't be discouraged and lose your mind if you fail."

Faced with the doubts of his future mentor, DuPont simply responded with a confident smile.

(End of this chapter)