Wizard: This mushroom is too fierce.

After the experiment, Roland planted the dismembered wild mushroom in a damp and shady place.

Walking mushrooms do not die; they simply return to nature. Although they are at the bottom of the food chain and many organisms consider them food, their vitality is extremely strong due to the characteristics of fungi.

Therefore, they can regrow as long as they have a piece of the fungus body.

After finishing the experiment, Roland went to the yard to check on the progress of the "Swordmaster Mushroom" Karak.

Roland had nothing to say about Karak; it possessed a complete inheritance within its memories, much like the bloodline inheritance of a demonized creature. All it needed to do was follow the steps.

When they entered the yard, Haik the parrot was standing right next to Karak, scolding him: "No...no..."

"You're a mushroom... not an orc. Your swordsmanship should be fast and agile."

"Your inherited memories may be very vivid!" Haik continued, "but that's just the surface."

"To truly master this power, one needs to consider one's own strengths and weaknesses, and combine this with the best training path based on one's lineage."

Today, Karak removed the plate armor that covered his entire body, revealing his fair and tender fungal body, and then began training meticulously according to a certain sword technique routine.

Too thin!

It looked exactly like a bamboo pole; that was Roland's first impression of it after it shed its plate armor, and it was also the first direct factor that prompted Roland to seek a way to strengthen the fungal body.

Haik was panting heavily, and the fat parrot's body trembled so much that a few feathers fell out. Roland walked over and handed him a cup of milk produced by the minotaurs: "Here you are, Lord Haik."

"How is it?" Roland asked softly, "Can its potential be fully realized?"

Haik was a rare parrot bred by the teacher early in his wizarding career. He had a long lifespan and was roughly at the level of a first-class wizarding apprentice.

Its strength wasn't particularly high, but its ability to escape and its knowledge of bloodline inheritance were comparable to that of a first-ring wizard. After all, it was a demonized parrot that Teacher Ashus had been training since he was a third-class apprentice.

Haik loved milk, and upon seeing the milk in Roland's hand, the disappointed look on its face vanished almost entirely. It picked up the milk, took a sip, and then wiped its mouth with the colorful feathers of its wing: "No problem!"

"Little Roland, just wait for Grandpa Haik's good news!"

"I will definitely train your summoned beast to become the most powerful summoned beast in the Deep Caverns."

After Haik finished speaking, he left the parasol, flew to the grass, and began to incessantly instruct the Swordmaster Mushroom.

Roland smiled as he looked at the two of them, then walked out of the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard, the carriage prepared by the Minotaur Thunderhorn tribe had been waiting for a long time, and a huge Minotaur stood quietly beside the carriage.

"Torrell?"

Roland looked at Torell, the minotaur chieftain whom he hadn't seen for a long time, with a complex expression on his face.

Torrel's appearance had changed drastically. His originally tall and sharp horns had been broken off, as if they had been forcibly severed by a powerful force, revealing a flat layer of keratin.

In addition, his right arm was gone, and he only had one eye left on his face, which was covered with bloody scratches.

"What's this?" Roland asked cautiously.

Torrel respectfully bowed to Roland, saying, "Lord Roland, it's alright. I was simply outmatched in battle and lost."

"At least I am still alive, and I have brought glory and magic stones back to the tribe."

Roland first boarded the carriage, then headed towards the "Engeliva Elf Magic Hotel".

Englihua Elf Magic Hotel is a magic hotel opened by the elves in the Deep Caverns. It has always been known for its elegance and luxury and is the exclusive venue for the gathering of each new student in the Deep Caverns.

Today is the day that the third-class apprentices are officially promoted, and he is preparing to attend the new student gathering.

Of course, this was not because of the party's unique "friendship" aspect. The main reason was that Roland learned that some organizations would sponsor outstanding students' magic stones at this party, and would also hold some small competitions. Participants who achieved rankings would receive many prizes.

On the way, Roland quietly asked Torrell, who was driving for him, "Is there any chance your arm can recover?"

Upon hearing Roland's question, Torell lowered his head and touched his empty right arm before explaining, "Ordinary treatments are basically impossible unless a wizard skilled in healing magic is willing to help me, in which case it can grow back."

Torrell lifted his collar, revealing the flesh beneath.

Roland looked up and saw that Torell's flesh had congealed, but unlike normal flesh, Torell's flesh was black.

"My right arm was attacked by dark magic, suffering a double blow from a curse and a mutation of flesh."

"The caster is a first-class apprentice dark wizard from the Plaguelands, a dark wizarding organization skilled in curses and plagues."

"Lord Ashus has modified my right arm, preventing the plague and curse from attacking my body."

"But to completely eradicate it would cost an astronomical sum, which would completely crush our tribe's economy, leaving our children without food and clothing and homeless."

Torrell gave a bitter smile, seemingly having let go of the past.

Roland fell silent. He didn't ask any further questions, but his respect for Torrell only grew stronger.

This is a Tauren chieftain who dedicated his entire life to his tribe.

The carriage left the small town of Northwind and soon arrived at the Elf Hotel, located in the commercial district.

Roland alighted from the carriage and was then led into the hotel by a beautiful elven maid.

He arrived rather late, arriving just in time. By the time Roland handed the invitation to the staff to complete the formalities and enter the party hall, the event seemed to have already started.

"Congratulations to the junior students on becoming third-class wizard apprentices, and officially recognized and registered students of the academy."

"Welcome!" At the front of the hall, a senior student with a First-Class Wizard Apprentice badge on his chest continued, "There are many activities today, I hope you have a great time here."

The hall was large and divided into two areas. The left area was where various student union teams held recruitment activities, while the right area was a venue for some small competitions.

Roland first went to the left, but as soon as he entered the area, he regretted it.

Since the party had just started, everyone seemed to have gathered here, so there were a lot of people.

【The Puppet House】

The first exhibition hall was the most crowded and decorated in a very unique way. At the entrance of the exhibition hall, two small yellow puppets walked back and forth, handing out flyers to the people around them.

Their movement is quite interesting. Unlike traditional mechanical rollers, these two puppets seem to be powered by some kind of element. Their entire lower body is like a spinning top, making a buzzing sound with each rotation.

Roland stretched out his palm, and the next moment, the chest of the yellow puppet suddenly opened, revealing the leaflet inside.

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