Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

Shireenville's uncle was named Marcus Arian, and Moken was his son. After the meeting, the father and son returned to the house.

After confirming that no one else was in the house, Marcos took out a stone from his storage bag. The stone was engraved with dwarven language. After confirming the information, a smug smile appeared on Marcos's face.

He turned to look at Moken, who now seemed to have a completely different face, no longer cautious but with a sinister expression.

"Son, you did a great job today! Without the sap of the Tree of Life, let's see how that bitch Shirinville will advance to a second-level wizard!"

His aged hand grasped Moken's shoulder and said:

"Lord Zog and Lord Moxi will be here soon. Remember to sneak out and open the door for them. Make sure no one finds out, as we'll be staying here for a while."

Suddenly, Marcus seemed to remember something and said to Moken:

"Also, I originally intended to send someone to find the old man's bodies myself, but I didn't expect to be discovered by an apprentice from Everfrost Spire. If you go and kill him now, I'm afraid he'll report this when he gets back."

"What if we get found out? And how will we explain it afterwards?"

"He's just a second-class wizard apprentice. I'll tell Shireenville he's leaving now. Remember, be quick! It'll be harder to make a move once he's gone!"

"Yes."

Moken grinned sinisterly as he touched the emerald green dagger in his hand. This dagger was not only engraved with highly poisonous runes, but its specially made metal could also effectively absorb toxins.

He had specially soaked it in a poison made by the clan's alchemist, and even used this dagger to secretly deliver the fatal blow to that old man. He probably didn't even know until his death that it was his own nephew who had done it...

This time, almost all of the Frost Elves were mobilized, leaving only one official wizard to guard the area. Even their leader, Shirinville, personally took to the field.

Led by Shirinville, a dozen or so formal wizards flew towards Icefang Peak using their respective methods. Somewhere else, two figures clad in black robes looked at the dozen or so points of light in the distance and exchanged a smile.

"That old man is really stupid; he actually believed our nonsense so easily."

"Should we steal all the sap from the Tree of Life first and then slaughter the village, or slaughter the village and then loot the entire treasure vault?"

"Idiot, let's take care of that official wizard stationed here first. What if the massacre of the village attracts attention and they destroy the sap of the Tree of Life!"

"That's true."

The two then cast an illusion spell on themselves to become invisible. The light and shadow around them distorted, and their figures gradually became transparent in the wind and snow until they completely disappeared into the cold wind.

On the other side, Moken saw the message on the stone and headed to the Frostwhisper Gate, which was guarded this time by two other third-class wizard apprentices.

"Brother Moken!"

"Brother Moken, you are so brave! You are our hero!"

Both frost elves recognized Moken and praised him.

Moken tried to remain calm, slowly opened the door and walked out. The moment the blue light door disappeared, two invisible figures sneaked inside.

……

Meanwhile, Hughes was studying the formula for the Blazing Ointment in his room. The past few days of traveling and fighting through the night had left him with little energy and time to study the formula, and his research progress had slowed down considerably.

"Knock knock knock—"

Hughes was puzzled. Who could it be? Keller must have gone to mourn his brother with his friends, and Shireenville was leading a team to fight the Frostskin Dwarves. These were the only two he vaguely recognized.

Hughes stood up and called out towards the wooden door:

"Who?"

"Hello, friend of Everfrost Spire. I am sent by Chief Shirinville, and I also have important matters to discuss with you personally."

Upon hearing that he was one of Shirinville's men, Hughes opened the wooden door, and before him stood a handsome young frost elf with long hair.

Upon seeing Hughes, Moken greeted him with a broad smile:

"Hello, esteemed apprentice Hughes Craig, my name is Moken Arian, and I am Chief Shireenville's cousin. Since Keller and his companions went to the cemetery to pay their respects to their brother, the chief sent me to entertain you."

Moken happened to see Keller going to the cemetery.

Upon hearing the name Moken Arian, Hughes remembered that he was one of the members of the frost elf squad who had been taken away in the disaster. He had also just heard that Shirinville had sent people to Icefang Peak, so it seemed that he had been rescued.

Then, Moken added:

"At the same time, because you brought us intelligence, the leader sent people to rescue me in time. To thank you for saving my life, I want to go with you to collect the dew of the Moon Soul Beast. I learned about this from my father, who was present at the time."

Hughes thought about it and, since he was quite familiar with the Frost Elf, agreed.

Moken was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly said:

"Then let's set off quickly. The Moon Soul Beast will appear tonight, and our clan has its own methods to determine this."

"What a coincidence?" Hughes thought.

However, he didn't think much of it. It wasn't easy to encounter a Moon Soul Beast. After packing his things, he followed Moken out of Leviser.

After leaving Leviathan, the two walked for another ten minutes or so, and were already some distance away from Leviathan. Moken sneaked up behind Hughes, pulled out a dagger that glowed with dark green light, and prepared to give Hughes a fatal blow.

Moken has a fourth-level affinity with illusion spells, and his most proficient sorcery is the level zero spell, Bewitching, which can confuse the perception of a specific target.

Moken had used a spell to bewitch Shireenville while her father was fighting the frost-skinned dwarves, reducing Shireenville's awareness of him, before finally slashing her neck with a dagger...

He had just cast a bewitching spell on Hughes, who was just a lowly second-level apprentice and had no way of detecting his mental fluctuations. Hughes would die without knowing why.

Moken aimed at Hughes's back and thrust his power into Hughes's spine with a poisoned dagger.

Just when Moken thought he had succeeded, a strange force shifted his attack direction to the right.

Knowing that his opponent was wearing defensive magical artifacts and was a formal knight, Moken drank a power-enhancing potion beforehand and used his entire body to thrust at Hughes.

This caused Moken to fall to the right, his right hand losing strength and causing the poison-scraping dagger to fall into the snow.

"I noticed the strong scent of enhancement potions and the familiar smell of poison on you a long time ago," Hughes said calmly to his enemy, a third-class wizard apprentice.

He had been very curious about the poison wound on Shireenville's father's neck before, so he took some samples to analyze it. As a potion master, he had already smelled the scent on the Moken dagger earlier.

Unexpectedly, Moken dared to openly tuck the dagger into his waistband.