Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 447 Youth and the Rest of My Life

"I know some things about you wizards. As long as the conditions are right, you can learn any kind of witchcraft. Don't try to use that as an excuse to fool me."

As Grandma Oak spoke, she handed over a stack of bark.

The bark was covered with dense writing made of knots, and the edges were not yet oxidized, so it looked like fresh bark that had just been peeled off.

"Grandma, not just anyone can study witchcraft; there are actually requirements..."

Each meditation method is a specific path.

Just like the "separation of arts and sciences" in Aro's previous life, it is not impossible to learn other categories on one's own.

However, from the perspectives of time, energy, and continuity, once a particular meditation method is chosen, it is best to gradually improve along the original path.

Among them are meditation methods that specialize in a particular style.

There are also many different methods of meditation.

—Take, for example, the Hexagram Meditation Method chosen by Yarrow.

"Then can you master the wood-type void magic?" Granny Oak interrupted directly.

"……able."

Grandma Oak can see through lies; deception is pointless.

"Then take it easy. Level 3 magic tricks are something many people would kill for. Look at you, it's like I've given you a huge problem!" Granny Oak said irritably.

Indeed, even when redeeming a level 3 magic trick in the academy, it requires not only magic stones but also a high amount of contribution points. If sold in a suitable place, it could fetch hundreds or even thousands of magic stones.

If other mid- to low-level wizard apprentices were lucky enough to obtain level 3 magic, they might immediately adjust their meditation techniques and focus their efforts on magic.

But Yaro is different; he has a complete plan for his own growth.

The most important thing right now is to improve my physical strength. Once the side effects of the medicine have worn off, I'll go back to my hometown and ask for the magic tricks that my family has preserved.

Following in your mother's footsteps will lead you directly to becoming a formal wizard.

From a combat perspective, they should also learn pure damage-dealing techniques like "fire" or "flame" to enhance their attack efficiency.

Whether it's scheduling study time or allocating skill points, the "Wood" element is never included.

Yaro took the thick stack of bark, his face contorted with distress, and said, "Grandma Oak, why do you insist that I learn this magic trick?"

Grandma Oak fell silent.

After all the ghostly orchids had degenerated into seeds, she let out a soft sigh.

"Little wizard Yaro, this is actually a little bit of my selfish motive."

You should also know that I have memories of being "born" as a "fairy" and understand your feelings of having a body.

But how many people can understand how I feel?

At this point, Granny Oak paused, then chuckled softly, controlling the 35 round beads to float towards Yaro, and remarked:

"Alright, this is just an old woman's little nagging. You don't need to take it to heart. You can learn that magic trick if you have time, or forget it if you don't. Consider it a little gift from Granny Oak."

Is it the loneliness of the elderly or the solitude of those who are different?

Yaro sensed something, but showed no sign of it on his face. He accepted the scattered beads and said with a grin:

"Mother-in-law, if I succeed, wouldn't I be considered half a member of your clan?"

Grandma Oak teased, "Little wizard, wait until you actually use it!"

"Well, for a novice wizard, tomorrow is a long way off. Advanced apprentice? Level 3 magic trick? Oh! I can only dream about that."

Yaro shrugged and made a joke about his age in an exaggerated tone.

Grandma Oak laughed heartily, and after a moment, she caught her breath and said, "Alright, alright, you naughty little monkey, I know you're amazing. You're already an intermediate apprentice at such a young age. There's no need to show off your talents anymore."

Yaro shrugged, looking completely innocent. "Bragging? No way! Isn't this just the truth?"

"That's true," Grandma Oak didn't refute this time. Instead, she recalled her past, "When I was still a sapling, on a sunny afternoon, I witnessed two ant colonies fighting..."

No, it was a brutal and protracted war!

After an unknown period of time, I heard of many more wars between humans...

Oh, please forgive my rudeness.

Although I know very well that each of those wars lasted for many years, they still don't leave as deep a impression on me as the war between ants I fought when I was young.

"That's normal. Life is simply divided into two stages: youth and the rest of your life. The fact that you have this realization means you're already living the rest of your life."

Yaro, with his arms around the beads, slumped in the rattan chair and said in a condescending tone.

Snapped--!

"oops!"

Yaro instinctively covered his head, and the beads in his hand fell to the ground.

"Did I say something wrong? Why did you hit me again?"

"No, you're absolutely right! But I don't like young people talking about the 'rest of their lives'! Stand up and cherish your youth!"

Grandma Oak said irritably, as several vines climbed up and picked up the beads from the ground.

Then he added, "Thirty-odd beads, it must be difficult for you to carry them all, right? What are you planning to do? Put them in a bag?"

"No, it's inconvenient to carry them in a pocket. What if the pocket tears and you don't even know how many are lost?"

As Aropi drew, “I’m going to string them together with a rope and make a necklace.”

From the several changes in Grandma Oak's tone, Yaro sensed that she actually preferred people to be more relaxed in her presence.

Similarly, Yaro also enjoyed this rare relaxed atmosphere.

"String them together? Wouldn't that require drilling holes? You can't see the exact location of the seeds; what if you accidentally scratch them?"

Yaro hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat uncertainly, "Can't I sense their condition? As long as I keep an eye on them, nothing should happen, right?"

"What's the use of you being able to sense their condition? It's just a matter of whether they're scratched or not. If they're scratched, it's too late. If they're not scratched, you won't even know. So, you 'young' types just lack experience..."

As the old oak tree muttered to herself, she picked up some thin, withered grass from the nearby bushes.

After several kneadings, it was formed into a rough-looking thin rope.

Then, by harnessing the power of nature, a bead melted and easily wrapped around the thin string. This process was repeated, and soon a complete string of prayer beads was formed.

"Alright, young wizard, I've replenished your magic runes a few times. From now on, you can easily access and equip these seeds. Take these seeds and make the most of your time!"

Yaro took the rosary and carefully examined the thin cord. He found that although the cord looked rough, it was actually exceptionally strong, as expected of the material that Granny Oak had specially selected.

After putting the rosary around her neck, Yaro said sincerely, "Grandma... thank you so much!"

(End of this chapter)