Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

As the sun rises in the east, the morning sunlight bathes the earth.

Dago yawned as he walked out of the hotel room and used his mental power to activate the runes on his apprentice robe, instantly making the slightly torn robe look brand new again.

He stayed up very late last night in order to open the storage pocket as soon as possible.

The process itself indirectly improves one's meditation skills.

Otherwise, in the town, his skills would be difficult to improve, unlike before when he could use his skills to chop down trees every day in the forest.

Dago began to miss the sanctuary in the forest; he would go back to visit it once the war was over.

As Dago was reminiscing about his days in the shelter, he suddenly noticed Serena coming out of her room.

Serena stretched languidly by the door, then suddenly noticed Dago's gaze...

Her face flushed instantly, and she stammered shyly, "D...Dago, good morning, shall we go have breakfast together?"

Dago nodded in agreement, and the two then walked out of the hotel together.

Looking at the town that was about to be activated, Dago said, "Another beautiful day."

Serena nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and soon the two of them had breakfast at a restaurant not far away.

The two discussed the requirements for planting moonflowers together.

"Captain, based on the soil I brought back from Moonlight Lake last time, the first thing it needs is soil nourished by magic."

"The simplest way to obtain magic soil is to water it with a large amount of magical beast blood. The second best way is to allow it to grow quickly in a damp and shady environment and receive prolonged exposure to the [Origin Moon]."

When the topic of magical plants came up, Serena became noticeably more confident.

Dago listened quietly to her words. It seemed that there was still hope for large-scale planting, but now that they were in the midst of war, it was difficult to find a quiet and peaceful place.

For now, we can only put this matter aside and make proper plans after this wizarding war is over.

The two chatted and enjoyed their breakfast leisurely until an hour later when they slowly walked out of the restaurant and returned to their hotel.

Three days passed peacefully like this.

At night, in the wizard's inn, Dago's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat; he was just a hair's breadth away from opening the runes in his storage pouch.

Finally, ten minutes later, Dago's mental power completely erased the mental imprint left by the original owner.

"Phew~~~"

Dago let out a long sigh of relief; he had spent most of his time on this matter over the past three days.

Slowly infuse your mental energy into the rune until the entire rune is activated.

Dago "saw" the space behind the rune; it clearly existed, yet it was not in his actual field of vision.

It's like ice element, on the same plane, but on different levels.

This is a spherical space about one cubic meter in size, filled with a jumble of things.

The spatial runes are located at the center of this space, connecting reality with another dimension.

He tried to use his mental power to pull an item to the spatial rune, and then with a tug, it instantly appeared in his pocket.

Just like Doraemon's magic pocket, it slowly pulled things out of the other-dimensional pocket.

It was a long black robe, and Dago was very curious how such a large garment could fit into a pocket the size of a palm.

He then forcefully stuffed the robe into his pocket, but there was no reaction.

It seems the key lies in mental strength. Dago used his mental strength to wrap the clothes and then stuffed them into his pocket.

The pocket seemed to be imbued with magic, swallowing the clothes whole and appearing in another dimension.

Dago thought to himself, "This is really fun. It really does look like a magic bag."

He also caught a moth and threw it into another dimension, whereupon it died instantly as if its soul had left its body.

When the brass pocket watch was thrown in, time continued to turn, suggesting that, as Dagger had guessed, this was another dimension where souls were not allowed to exist.

After the experiment, Dargo took out all the black-robed wizard's belongings from the space and placed them in front of him.

Aside from some common living supplies, there were forty magic stones, a palm-sized badge of the Darkblood Council, several wizarding books, a piece of animal skin, a few bottles of potions, and some miscellaneous items.

Seeing the pile of magic stones on the table, Dago knew he had struck it rich and was overjoyed.

Why was I in such a hurry to open my storage bag? Wasn't it because of my desire for magic stones?

Now that it's open, I feel the same joy as an old farmer harvesting grain.

Among that small pile of magic stones, there was one that was even more crystalline and magnificent than the lower-grade magic stones.

It was significantly larger than a low-grade magic stone, roughly the size of a quail egg.

Dago examined the magic stone carefully under the kerosene lamp, thinking to himself that it was probably a mid-level magic stone.

In the wizarding world, one mid-grade magic stone is equivalent to ten low-grade magic stones.

He stared at it for a while, then put it back into his storage space.

Dago casually flipped through the few wizard books; they were all local wizards and monster legends from the Dark Crystal Plateau, like story magazines meant to amuse.

Dago's assessment was, "It's useless," and he then put it back in the storage space.

Pick up the remaining animal hide scroll stained with dark red blood, and open it to look at it.

The opening line is a eulogy to a certain great being.

"Your tentacles mend life and death, your dark blood nourishes eternity—Ersog, master of the Darkblood Sea."

As Dago silently recited those words in his heart, suddenly, the wick of the kerosene lamp flickered, like a slight ripple spreading across a calm lake.

The remaining content is a record of a sorcery called "Blood Mist," which is a gift from Erzog.

Dago still remembered this witchcraft; it was the one the black-robed wizard Moloch used to kill Gavin.

This sorcery actually fits Dago's requirements for defensive methods quite well. The specific lineage and casting process are also available. It can be said that it is a sorcery specially prepared for Dago.

"However, once someone learns the Darkblood Council's exclusive Darkblood-based sorcery, they'll likely be labeled a traitor by the academy and blasted to smithereens..."

Dago thought about it for a while, hesitated for a long time, and then slowly put it back into the storage space without looking at it again.

At this critical juncture when the Darkblood Council is launching a major invasion of the Emerald Forest, I dare not be reckless and have any connection with this terrorist organization of the UMNO.

Dago stared at the bottles of medicine containing obvious dark red impurities, but didn't touch them.

There were also some other things that disgusted Dago, such as an eyeball soaked in a special potion bottle, a dried-up finger, and dark crystal powder that looked like materials for wizard alchemy.

Without a second thought, Dago threw it back into his storage space, planning to simply find an open space and burn it.

"No wonder Moloch has a storage pouch; he's an alchemist in the Darkblood Council. That's one of the three most lucrative professions in the wizarding world."

Dago immediately understood why the black-robed wizard Moloch was rich.

In reality, Dago didn't have many things he could actually use, but he was quite satisfied with just those magic stones.

After carefully placing the storage bag close to his body, Dago went to sleep, satisfied.

...........

As the leaves of the Emerald Forest slowly fall, the war between the Academy of Wizardry Ainark and the Darkblood Council has entered a white-hot stage.

Wizards dressed in greyish-white robes led well-equipped warriors out of the town from the academy.

Even more impressively, one could see wizards, as radiant as the sun, floating in the air, flying out alongside silver-patterned airships.

Snowflakes drifted slowly down from the sky, and Dago tightened his thick apprentice robes.

"Thank goodness I didn't sell the Shadow Leopard's pelt, or I would have frozen to death in the weather."

He walked down the main street in the town, muttering to himself.

Ten days ago, he opened his storage bag and obtained a large number of magic stones.

The anxiety about the magic stone wasn't so deep anymore, so the matter of finding cheap accommodation was naturally put on hold.

These days I've been staying at the Wizard's Inn with old Marico Serena.

With the magic stone in hand, he sought out a meditation room in the town's wizard hall, a space specifically for apprentice wizards to practice and improve.

Dago stepped into the snow that had fallen on the street, leaving a shallow footprint.