Wizard: This mushroom is too fierce.

After leaving Ashus's magic hut, Roland looked at the magic crystal card in his hand, worth three thousand magic stones. He pondered for a moment. The Bloodflame Arena mission had a time limit of one month. Roland felt that the mission was not difficult and that he might be able to achieve his goal without spending much magic stone.

While the White Wizarding Society doesn't engage in combat at the drop of a hat like the Black Wizarding Society, it's not entirely composed of research-oriented scholar wizards. Among them are many wizards who enjoy fighting. If Roland can attract them first and make the Bloodflame Arena a small landmark, there will be much more room for maneuver later.

In fact, Roland had another trick up his sleeve, which he summarized from the posts of various wizard apprentices on the academy forum.

What are the most frequent posts on the college forum?

It was obviously those projects that earned magic stones. Roland thought he could also post a thread on it, or find some well-known wizard apprentices to endorse it, and then send some wizard 'intermediaries' to attract customers. Finally, he could open a betting platform and let all kinds of wizard apprentices who were obsessed with earning magic stones or gambling join in.

Those who fail go to join the battle, and those who win magic stones continue to play.

These are the current ideas; specific details may need to be changed during implementation.

Back at his home, Roland first checked on the experimental subject to make sure there were no problems. Then, in the planting area in the corner of the yard, he cast the 0.1-level auxiliary spell "Plant Growth" to help the Puji seeds he planted grow better. Afterward, he took out the magical plant "Floating Jet Mushroom".

He was prepared to complete the Botanical School's foundational spell, "Fighting Comrades," today. In the wizarding profession system, spells are not only a manifestation of one's own strength, but also a means to slightly enhance one's mental power, although the enhancement is not significant, only about 0.1.

Roland gazed at the magical plant in his hand, then prepared to release his mental energy to connect with the floating spray mushroom.

"Lord Roland, a wizard has come to visit!" The minotaur Quinn suddenly appeared outside the door. Roland frowned slightly: "Who is it?"

Roland glanced at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall. It was six o'clock in the evening. Who would come to his house at this time?

"That wizard said he had a past with you and came to deliver the 'Reward Handbook' to you."

"Do you have a past with me?" Roland raised an eyebrow. He was a man who could stay at home and do research for a lifetime. Who else but Olivia would come looking for me?

"Hiss..." Roland murmured, "Could it be Ize?"

Roland always remembered Izzy, his good friend. After Izzy became a third-class wizard apprentice, he even sent Quinn to his residence to look for him, but unfortunately, they couldn't find him.

According to Ize's neighbors, Ize's extensive knowledge of exploration caught the eye of a senior student, who took him out of the academy to go on an adventure.

Roland's mind stirred, and he put the floating spray mushroom into his spatial ring, then walked out of the house and into the yard.

In the courtyard, a burly man clad in silver armor was holding a hammer-like magic staff, his eyes closed in deep concentration. The moment Roland emerged, he opened his eyes, his entire body radiating a faint magical aura.

"Senior Moro?" Roland looked at the knight-like man before him and asked in surprise, "What brings you here?"

Roland had a very deep impression of Morrow, the senior from the House of Wizards. In the sand table simulation war, Roland had fought against him many times, but except for the one game in which he took a risky move and forced a draw, Roland lost all the games.

In reality, Roland couldn't win a single game. In fact, Roland's plan to bombard his own people was impossible; it was too egregious and could even cause a mutiny in other legions.

Roland had never seen Moro's leadership and overall control abilities, and he was also very generous, giving him a Dragon Blood Fruit after only meeting him once. Therefore, Roland had a good impression of him.

As Roland scrutinized Moro, Moro was also scrutinizing his junior. He first subtly sensed Roland's spiritual power and discovered that it had improved by at least half since they parted ways that day. Therefore, he nodded slightly: "Roland, it seems that your aptitude is not as bad as the outside world says."

"Your magic power is increasing very quickly. This doesn't seem like the first-class aptitude described in the forum posts; it's more like fourth-class aptitude!"

Thinking of the chaotic scene on the forum, Roland explained pitifully, "Senior, I admire your insight. My teacher also said that my talent is equivalent to a fourth-class wizard."

"Indeed, the aura emanating from you brings a sense of peace to my bloodline power!" Moro nodded after hearing this. "When I first saw you that day, I felt that there was something special about you."

"Bloodline power?" Roland blinked; it was the first time he had ever heard this term.

Seeing Roland's interest, Moro explained, "This is a necessary condition for advancing to the rank of Sky Knight..."

After Moro finished explaining, Roland gained a new understanding of the knight profession. Simply put, high-ranking knights generate aura seeds, earth knights forge aura seeds, and those who want to master extraordinary power and continue to grow stronger need to undergo bloodline implantation by wizards of the bloodline modification school.

After Morrow finished speaking, he stretched out his palm and tossed a booklet to Roland: "Your reward for becoming a third-class apprentice has been issued."

Your initial rating is three stars!

"This evaluation was made by your three public course teachers, your mentor, the administrators of the Magic Plant House, and the academy's internal education committee."

After listening to Moro's explanation, Roland asked softly, "What do you think of this evaluation, senior?"

Moro gave Roland a deep look, then patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "To be honest, junior Roland, this is almost the best evaluation a freshman can receive."

"In other words, your current performance is comparable to that of the Child of the Elements in the eyes of some first-ring wizards."

Roland smiled, opened the booklet in his hand, and began to read.

As Roland looked at the book, Moro explained, "For a three-star rating, you can choose two rewards. You can choose potions, alchemical artifacts, or spells—anything listed in the reward booklet is acceptable."

"Oh, right!" Moro seemed to have thought of something, and a faint look of appreciation appeared on his face: "The academy informed me that you have not yet signed a master-servant contract with anyone. Therefore, you can choose a servant of excellent quality through the academy's channels."

Roland's eyes darted around quickly, searching for something that interested him, but soon his brows furrowed slightly: "How can the academy's reward booklet be so crudely made? It only lists the names of the items, but doesn't even mention their specific effects. How am I supposed to choose from this?"

After glancing at the mechanical clock in the courtyard, Moro said in a deep voice, "In fact, the process of this third-class wizard apprentice choosing the reward can also be considered a kind of academy assessment."

"Your choices and subsequent performance will determine the college's internal rating of you."

"Within the White Wizard Academy, it's either advance or fall behind!"