Wizard: This mushroom is too fierce.

Under the bright starlight, in Ashus's magic hut, a floating envelope stood outside the window. It waited for a while, and when it realized that no one was opening the window for it, it became angry and slipped through the crack in the front door.

It flew to the second floor, stood in front of the desk, automatically spat out a letter, and then flew away without looking back.

After a long while, a strong arm picked up the letter: "Ashius...did the student receive it?"

Upon seeing this, Ashius smiled faintly and wrote a sentence on it: "Received, old man. You damned, irresponsible dean actually sent me a first-class apprentice."

"What use is an apprentice with such aptitude to me!" Ashius continued writing. "I'm being taken advantage of. You have to give me some compensation. I don't need much, just a few hundred thousand magic stones will do."

ε=( o｀ω′)ノ怒

"Ashius!!!"

"Don't act innocent after getting a good deal. Roland Colt is a benefactor of the natural plane; he's a top-notch prospect."

"If you don't want it, you don't have to. I can give it to Lilith..."

"She begged me for ages!" The old man's voice suddenly rang out, instantly wiping the smile from Ashius's face. He scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Dean, why did you come in person..."

"Since you're here, why did you go to the trouble of bringing a letter made of communication techniques?"

"Of course, I came here for you!" The dean raised an eyebrow and waved his hand, and a map of the deep underground academy quietly appeared in the air: "Ashius, I didn't bring you here so you could sleep all day."

"Your 'Bloodflame' Arena project should be launched. I want the academy to be in the top three in the next Eastern Basin preparatory wizard competition."

"Coming in last place for two consecutive years, where do I put my face? It's such a waste that the Deep Cavern Academy has such a natural treasure trove of the underground world and can't use it."

"Therefore, the quality of this year's wizarding apprentices must be improved."

"Could you wait a little longer, Dean?" Ashius used stalling tactics.

"Fine..." the dean sneered, "Whenever you're ready to begin, send over the magic stones that were supposed to be yours."

Ashius sighed... "Life is hard, hunters have to make a living by performing."

......

"Runes are the foundation of a wizard's training and combat. To advance continuously, one needs to meditate on enough basic runes. To master the corresponding spell models and use them at a speed beyond normal, one also needs enough basic runes."

That night, after Roland finished packing his luggage, he didn't go to sleep. Instead, he turned on the magic lamp and began reading the book that his teacher, Ashus, had given him.

"Special runes are a personalized manifestation of the wizarding profession system developed over many years, or rather, they are a kind of inheritance of the wizarding world from ancient times to the present."

"In the ancient primitive era, before humans became the overlords of the wizarding world, before they set foot in the stars and explored the celestial realm, knowledge was scarce, and there was little communication between wizards. Most of them were working in isolation until the birth of a ritual."

[Ceremony: Communication]

This ritual was developed by Douglas, the "Speaker" of the Truth Council, and continuously improved in practice until it connected wizards all over the world in primitive times, allowing them to share and exchange knowledge. Since then, the overall strength of wizards has begun to increase rapidly.

Looking at the name in the book and what that person had done, Roland couldn't help but feel admiration. This Lord Douglas was like a guide for wizards, doing one good deed after another that benefited the wizarding world.

After reading this book, Roland had a clear understanding of special runes and rituals. Simply put, special runes are a manifestation of rituals in the wizard's mental space. They are a kind of fixed spell. Each time a ritual is completed, the special runes will be strengthened and will evolve after reaching a certain limit!

It differs from basic runes. To construct a special rune or its extended corresponding system, one not only needs to learn various related knowledge, but also needs to complete an ancient ritual recognized by the wizarding plane.

The "hunting" that Lord Ashius and Roland spoke of is a ritual, an ancient ritual that has been preserved in the wizarding world since primitive times, powerful and dangerous.

In summary, based on Roland's current understanding, the construction of special runes is a reflection of a wizard's overall strength. It determines a wizard's career development path, ability bias, and rune construction style, and is the fundamental manifestation of the differences between wizards.

Of course, Roland believes the reason is quite simple: the construction of special runes involves not only knowledge and learning but also practice, representing a unity of theory and practice.

Just as Roland was completely absorbed in the moment, a knock suddenly sounded on the door. At first, there was only one knock, and it was very soft.

After a short wait, the person outside realized that no one would open the door, so they continued to knock on the door.

Roland frowned and glanced at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall: 12:00

At this hour, who would come looking for me? Is it Ize?

Roland muttered to himself that the original owner of this body had poor aptitude and no one was willing to associate with him except for Ize, a friend from the same place who had always cared about him.

Although Ize's situation wasn't much better, at least the two remained good brothers as before, without misunderstandings arising from their qualifications... and various emotions, and becoming complete strangers.

The wizards' unfamiliarity and indifference gave the prospective apprentices the illusion that wizards were all self-interested individualists.

Therefore, this sentiment quickly spread among all the trainee apprentices, leading to division, betrayal, and false accusations... former friends turned into enemies.

If you're doing better than me, if you're more capable than me, I'll sabotage you behind your back.

Friends like Roland and Izer, who remained steadfast through thick and thin, were as rare and unbelievable as gold in a pile of stones among the apprentice candidates.

"Here you are, is that Ize?" Roland put down the book in his hand, then went to the door and opened his dormitory door.

Outside the door, a strange young woman appeared in Roland's eyes. She was tall and slender, with an air that made men want to cherish her. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a fair neck. She wore a fitted aristocratic dress and beige high heels.

"Lord Roland, I am Colin Ipjos, the daughter of a duke of the Kingdom of Carter."

"Would you like a servant?" Colin's beautiful face showed a hopeful look. The academy's rules stipulated that every wizard apprentice was entitled to choose a debtor who had not completed the assessment as their servant. Many of her sisters had done so in order to get rid of a debt that they could hardly repay in their lifetime.

After all, from Colin's perspective, becoming a servant of a wizard's apprentice at least offered the possibility of advancing further. As long as she exuded a bit of the aura of a noblewoman, men who were once far inferior to her would flock to her.

Roland looked at the woman's ever-charming body and alluring face, pondered for a moment, and asked, "What use are you?"

"Wizards believe in equivalent exchange. What valuable thing do you have that would make me willing to give you this qualification?"