Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

early morning.

When Edel pushed open the workshop door, six figures followed behind her.

The footsteps were mixed but orderly, carrying a certain tacit understanding honed through long training.

Old Finn went to meet them, his cloudy eyes sweeping over the six men.

"Miss."

His voice was hoarse, and his gaze fell on the middle-aged man at the head of the group.

The man was nearly two meters tall, dressed in a simple gray outfit, his muscles subtly undulating beneath the fabric.

He stood in the center of the courtyard, his back ramrod straight as a spear, his eyes sweeping over every corner of the workshop.

"Nathange."

Adele turned to the side and introduced herself to Ian, who was walking out of the laboratory.

"My father's former bodyguard, a mid-stage level two body-refining wizard, who followed my father for twenty years."

Her voice paused.

"These people are the last group my parents left me."

Nassenger's gaze fell on Ian.

There was no hostility in his dark brown pupils, but there was also no warmth, as if he were assessing a weapon.

He nodded slightly, his movements as precise as a soldier saluting.

"Hello, Wizard Marcus."

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying the calm and collected quality of someone who had been giving orders for many years.

Ian nodded in response, his gaze sweeping over the man and woman behind him, who were wearing different styles of wizard robes.

The man on the left has a delicate face, long, pale fingers, and twisted runes embroidered on his cuffs.

"A level two, early-stage curse wizard."

The woman on the right is about thirty years old, with long dark blue hair tied in a high ponytail, and three crystal bottles of different colors hanging from her waist.

"She's also a level two early-stage elemental wizard. It seems Edel is quite powerful."

Including Ian himself, they now have six level-two wizards on their side.

"Back then, there were roughly this many level-two wizards in the entire Shadowmoon Tower."

Both men bowed slightly to Ian, their manner polite, but their eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

The last three were middle-aged managers.

They wore plain gray robes, with heavy ledgers and keychains hanging from their waists.

His finger joints were large, and his palms had calluses from holding a pen for a long time.

One was in charge of the ore supply channels, another was in charge of the medicinal herb supply, and the last one... was in charge of intelligence gathering.

The three men had calm expressions, clearly seasoned boatmen who had seen it all.

"It's not convenient to talk here."

Edel turned around and pushed open the metal door to the underground laboratory.

"Let's go inside and talk."

In the laboratory, the crystal lamps were turned up to their brightest setting.

A pale white halo enveloped the lab table, clearly illuminating everyone's faces.

Edel took out a thick roll of parchment from her dimensional ring.

The paper is yellowed and the edges are severely worn.

She spread the parchment out on the lab table; the paper was covered with names.

There are nearly a hundred in total.

Each name is followed by its identity, capabilities, current position, and... the favors it received in the past.

"Seventeen people from the collateral branch."

Adele lightly tapped the first column with her fingertip.

"Twenty-three impoverished families, totaling forty-one people."

Her finger moved to the second column.

"There are also thirty-nine... who are commoner apprentices whom Father sponsored back then, and are now scattered in various corners of the family."

Her voice was calm.

But Ian could hear the heavy undercurrent beneath the calm.

These are the assets left by her parents, and they are the only bargaining chips she can hold in her hands now.

Nassenger stood opposite the lab table, his hands behind his back.

He looked at those names, the scars on his face twitching slightly under the light.

"Miss." His voice was deep.

"The loyalty of these individuals needs to be reassessed."

"While Father was in a coma, your eldest and second eldest brothers seized a lot of power in the family, and many of them have already defected."

Adele raised her head, silver veins swirling in her deep blue eyes.

"I know." She paused.

"So the reason I brought you here today is to rekindle... these sparks."

She turned to look at Ian, her eyes questioning.

Ian didn't speak, walked to the lab bench, and glanced at the name on the parchment.

His fingers moved slowly across the paper, tracing the words "Advanced Apprentice" and "Level 1, Initial Stage" on the paper.

Three seconds later, he looked up.

"It's not necessary to enable everyone at once."

Nassenger frowned slightly, and the curse wizard and elemental wizard behind him exchanged a glance.

Ian ignored their reaction.

He picked up a quill pen and quickly sketched on the blank space of the parchment.

The pen scratched as names were circled and lines were drawn.

"First, we'll screen fifty people."

He stopped writing and turned the parchment towards Idyl.

"I only select players who are in key positions and have the potential to be developed."

He tapped a few names with his fingertip.

"The guard of the ore warehouse, the apprentice in the potion workshop, the squad leader of the patrol team..."

"These people don't need to be very strong, but their positions allow us to see things that others can't."

Adele stared at the circled names and understood what Ian meant.

Informants, undercover agents, the most basic nodes in an intelligence network.

"But..." She looked up, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

"How can we maintain their loyalty?"

Nassenger also looked at Ian, his eyes filled with the same question.

In this family, loyalty... always comes at a price.

Ian turned around, walked to the temperature control cabinet in the corner of the laboratory, and gently pulled it open.

The cool air, mixed with a faint herbal fragrance, instantly filled the entire laboratory.

Inside the cabinet, everything was neatly arranged, like an army in formation.

On the left, fifty dark amber-colored crystal tubes shimmered with a rich, earthy luster under the cold light.

【Rock Bear Potion】

On the right, there are two hundred bottles of star-blue potion, with what appears to be fragments of stars slowly rotating inside.

【Starlight Potion】

Ian reached out and took out a Rock Bear Potion.

The dark amber liquid flowed slowly inside the pipe, with faint shadows of magma moving in the depths.

He turned around and placed the medicine on the lab table.

"Just use these."

Nassenger stared at the vial, his dark brown pupils slightly contracting.

His perception as a mid-stage level two body refinement wizard allowed him to easily capture the information and energy contained in the medicinal liquid.

This is no ordinary Tier 1 potion; its energy fluctuations are almost tangible, and its internal extraordinary information is nearly complete.

He could even "smell" the heavy scent of the earth.

"Before we came, the young lady said there would be a surprise here..."

His voice was hoarse, and the curse wizard and the elemental wizard behind him stepped forward at the same time.

Both of them stared intently at the medicine, their fingers unconsciously clenching.

"Tier 1 Bloodline Potion"

Ian’s voice was calm, as if he were introducing an ordinary item.

"When taken in conjunction with a neutralizing potion, it can transform an advanced apprentice, giving them strength approaching that of a first-level wizard."

He paused.

"It can also increase the strength of a first-level wizard by about 30% on top of their original strength."

Nassenger took a deep breath; he knew, of course, what that meant.

Fifty doses of this medicine would be equivalent to fifty undercover agents with at least first-level combat strength.

They are scattered throughout the family, like fifty nails embedded in flesh and blood.

They usually keep a low profile and don't show off.

But at crucial moments... it can instantly tear apart the enemy's defenses.

"The Wizard Marcus".

Nassenger looked up, and this time, the scrutiny in his eyes completely disappeared.

Instead, there was an almost burning intimacy.

"These potions...were all made by you?"

Ian nodded, knowing that these people had been impressed by his potion-making skills.

He didn't need to explain; he simply opened the door of the constant-temperature cabinet completely, exposing the neat array of medicines inside to everyone's view.

Everything fell into place naturally.

Of the three stewards, the elderly man in charge of supplying medicinal herbs suddenly stepped forward.

He reached out his trembling hand, wanting to touch a rock bear potion, but his fingertips stopped an inch from the tube wall.

"There's actually a bloodline potion with this level of purity..." His voice trembled.

"At least... 90% or more of the extraordinary information has been preserved."

He turned to look at Ian, his old eyes gleaming with disbelief. (The novel "Wizard: My Skills Can Break Through Infinitely" is currently being serialized on Cola Novels and is not to be missed!)

"Respected Wizard Marcus, how...how did you do that?"

Ian didn't answer, but looked at Adele.

"How to select candidates, how to build a team... I'm sure you know that better than I do."

Adele nodded vigorously, the silver veins in her deep blue eyes shining brightly.

She grabbed a quill and quickly sketched on the parchment.

Each name was circled, and each line connecting them was marked.

The movements became faster and more stable.

It was as if she were drawing a war map that belonged to her.

An hour later, the six people left the laboratory one after another.

Nassenger walked last, and as he stepped across the threshold, he turned to look at Ian.

"The Wizard Marcus".

He bowed deeply, his movements so precise they were almost rigid.

"I was rude before."

Ian waved his hand. "It's just a matter of each person doing their own job."

Nassenger straightened up, the scars on his face twitching slightly under the light.

"I will protect Miss and make sure she wins this election."

His voice was low, yet it carried an iron will.

After saying that, he turned and strode away, his footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor, heavy and resolute.

The laboratory fell silent again.

The halo of the crystal lamp cast a long shadow on the lab table.

Edel stood in front of the lab table and handed over an exquisite rune-covered leather pouch.

Inside the bag were the star crystals that Idel had collected again.

Ian took it, scanned it with his mental energy, and felt a slight joy in his heart.

"Twenty crystals, not bad. Although it's not enough to reach 30% elementalization, each step forward will change my strength."

Nassenger had already taken all the potions with him; these star crystals were not enough to pay his reward.

"Ian."

Edel suddenly spoke, her voice very low.

"I've found a lead on last night's assassin."

"Oh? So fast."

Ian turned his head, and Gaga on his shoulder also raised its head, its silver-gray pupils shimmering slightly in the shadows.

Adele took a deep breath. "They're Edwin's men."

Her voice carried a chilling murderous intent.

"But he used... his third brother Adrian's secret service token."

She paused, then added, "The two of them have confirmed that they are joining forces."

Ian didn't speak, but walked to the laboratory window and looked at the gradually brightening sky outside.

The morning light pierced through the clouds and shone on the grey and white buildings of East City.

"Where's your older brother Edmund?" Ian suddenly asked.

Adele paused, then said, "He..."

She frowned and thought for a moment, "It's been too quiet lately, so quiet... it makes me a little uneasy."

"The quieter a person is, the more likely they are to be plotting the most vicious schemes."

He turned around and looked at Adele.

"How long will it take to take all fifty doses?"

"Three days at most," Adele said without hesitation. "Nassenger will take charge personally."

"Very good. We need to be careful about the candidates for the other two [Earth Tyrant Potion]."

Because the second-tier bloodline potion is too powerful, Adel has not yet decided who will take it.

Furthermore, Ian himself needs to unseal the Earth Tyrant Elixir before it can be taken.

Ian dared not launch the mixture to the market for the time being; the threat was too great, and he might accidentally hurt himself.

Edel nodded vigorously. A potion that could create a level two bloodline wizard overnight could not be treated with excessive caution.

She put away the parchment and stopped abruptly as she walked to the laboratory door.

He turned around and looked directly at Ian.

"Ian... thank you."

The voice was very soft, yet it carried a certain inexplicable meaning.

Ian shook his head. "I've also benefited, there's no need for that."

A smile graced Adele's face as the morning light pierced through the clouds, illuminating her long-lost vibrancy.

She pushed open the door, walked quickly away, and her footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.

The little bird on his shoulder tilted its head, its silver-gray pupils reflecting Ian's calm profile.

"Ian," it suddenly spoke, its childlike voice clear and crisp.

"Even if those people take the medicine, they're still very weak. What's the point?"

Ian reached out and rubbed its little head.

The feathers felt cool to the touch, carrying the deep, shadowy quality characteristic of shadows.

"Hehe, they're actually quite strong. These people... will become Edel's eyes."

He said softly.

"In crucial moments, they will still be the most loyal teammates."

outside the window.

In the distance came the cries of vendors and the sound of wheels rolling over stone slabs.

Fifty seeds are being sown silently.

three days later.

late at night.

In the western district of East City, there is a secluded ore warehouse.

Nassenger stood in the shadows, his figure blending into the darkness.

Standing in front of him were five young men in gray overalls, all of whom were senior apprentices, the oldest of whom was no more than twenty-five years old.

Their fingers were rough, and their palms had thick calluses from years of handling ore.

At this moment, all five of them had their heads down, their breathing slightly rapid, and their eyes filled with tension and unease.

But more than that... there was a kind of almost burning anticipation.

Nassenger took out five dark amber crystal tubes from his pocket.

The liquid medicine shimmered with a rich luster under the moonlight.

"This is a gift from Miss Adel to you."

His voice was low, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"After taking it... you will possess the strength of a first-level wizard."

The five apprentices looked up at the same time, their pupils flashing with disbelief.

One of them swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"Lord Nasenger...we..."

"No need to say more."

Nassenger interrupted him.

"From today onwards, you have only one task."

His gaze swept over the five people, like a blade scraping through flesh and bone.

"Report everything you see in this warehouse: ore entry and exit records, guard shift changes, any suspicious individuals coming and going..."

"Write everything down and report it weekly through the old channels."

He paused, then added, "Remember, you two... don't know each other."

The five apprentices nodded vigorously, their movements as synchronized as well-trained soldiers.

Nassenger distributed the two medicines one by one.

The Bloodline Potion felt heavy in my hand, like holding a miniature mass of magma. The neutralizing potion's aura was like a deep lake, calm and still.

The five apprentices carefully put away the potion, turned around, and quickly left.

The figure blended into the darkness and disappeared.

Nassenger stood there, quietly watching the direction they had gone.

At the same time.

12 Golden Oak Street.

In the underground laboratory, Ian sat cross-legged in the center of the star-guiding array.

Five fragments of star crystals were scattered around him, and silvery starlight was slowly seeping into his brow.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the pale golden crystalline core trembled slightly.

The star trail pattern on the surface has been extended even further.

Spiritual energy elementalization: 21.7%.

"The effect seems to have weakened a little, but fortunately it's not obvious yet."

If all twenty star crystals are absorbed, it should increase by about 5%.

"We still lack access to high-level resources. Once this storm passes, it's time to go out and explore."

The quack on its shoulder was curled up, and the shadows and patterns under its feathers flowed slowly.

It occasionally slips unconsciously into the shadows of the corner, only to pop out again half a second later, looking bewildered.

Like practicing newborn instincts in a dream.

Ian opened his eyes, a flash of starlight appearing deep within his pupils. He raised his hand, and the air above his palm distorted slightly.

A silver-gray orb the size of a walnut silently coalesced.

"This gravitational collapse sphere... its power has increased even more."

In the stage of elementalization of spiritual power, there will be a significant gap between the early and late stages of the second level.

It is almost impossible for a normal level 2 novice wizard to be killed by another wizard of the same level, and it is even rarer for them to be defeated or injured.

Only he, through the combination of the panel and the Seed of Stars, deduced a kind of witchcraft completely different from that of ordinary people.

Killing opponents of the same level is as easy as drinking water.

Ian withdrew his hand, and the ball of light vanished silently.

Looking at Gaga on her shoulder, the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"The feeling of getting stronger every moment... is really great."

"The feeling of getting stronger every moment... is really great."