Opening his eyes, Heath slowly got up from the bed and turned to look at the sky outside. The sun was shining brightly and it was almost noon.
"Yawn!~ It's better to sleep comfortably after being lazy."
After lazily yawning and stretching, Heath lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
After more than a month of hard training, he finally successfully condensed the second rune last night. After just condensing the rune, his mental strength was a little restless and it was not suitable to continue practicing, so he gave himself a rare day to relax.
Fake.
After getting up, washing up, soaking in some water and styling his handsome hairstyle, Heath, who felt so cool about himself, put on his magic stone pocket and pushed out the door.
After the characters are condensed, the next step is to make the materials for the contract scroll.
In fact, he has been preparing some materials for the relevant scrolls intermittently for more than a month, and most of them have been gathered. The only thing missing now is the skin of an official-level monster, which is an indispensable main material.
This thing is not easy to do, and Heath has no good solution at present. He can only try his luck with Fat Bud first.
In the corridor outside the door, apprentices were gathering in groups, bragging and talking about various campus news and gossip topics, such as who and so has made progress in cultivation, how powerful so and so is, etc.
"Hey, did you hear that Miss Nasha was seen reading books on magic circles recently? She may have started to condense the second character."
"Tsk, tsk, that's so awesome. I haven't even condensed the first rune yet... She's already starting to condense the second rune. She really deserves to be the magic genius of our generation!"
"She will definitely be number one in the next test. I'm so envious of such a talent!"
Heath curled his lips. He had to say that the competitive youth campus life was quite interesting, especially when he was strong enough to look down on everyone.
All the way to the trading area of the college... In fact, the so-called trading area is a small wooden house with an area of about ten square meters. This is the only magic shop in the college. Doesn't it mean that the college is so poor? It's just a college...
.Everyone knows that you can’t just open a store if you want. Even private transactions among apprentices are prohibited here...
Even though the shop is small, it is fully equipped with wands, crystals, materials, potions, witchcraft tools, and basically all the magic items that an apprentice will use in their training. You can buy them here.
At this moment, the door of the wooden house was open, and there was a crooked wooden sign hanging on the door, which read "Bard's Magic Shop". Below the wooden sign was the counter. At this time, a man in his twenties wearing a cloak
The fat man was sitting in front of the counter and dozing off.
This is Fatty Bard, who used to be an apprentice in this college. Unfortunately, no wizard organization was willing to take him in after six years due to his mediocre talent. In the end, he shamelessly dragged on many connections to find such a job as a canteen guard.
Errands.
There is no way... the world is so cruel, there are two different worlds inside and outside the courtyard. It will be extremely difficult to continue the path of magic after leaving the apprentice tower without being able to join the wizard organization...
Bard is lucky. Those who have been turned into wandering wizards and have to go to the dangerous dark wizard domain to find resources are the worst. They often die during adventures and even become materials on the dark wizard's experimental table.
Better to die...
So, it is really important to study hard...
Heath walked up and knocked on the counter, making a "dong dong dong!" sound.
Bud woke up in a daze.
He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and asked, "What's the matter?"
Heath said straight to the point: "I have a demon pet and want to make a contract scroll. Now I still need the skin of an official-level monster."
Bud suddenly woke up from his drowsiness.
His small eyes looked Heath up and down: "You want to make a contract scroll?"
This apprentice is wearing a freshman cloak.
Heath didn't waste any time, he stretched his hand forward generously, and a rune shadow quickly gathered in his palm, which was the second rune representing the 'magic circle'.
Bud's eyes turned red: "Oh my God!"
He was all jealous and said: "How come each of the current apprentices is more perverted than the other..."
Then, he raised his head and faced Heath, shook his head decisively and said, "No, I don't have what you want here."
Heath frowned.
Seemingly aware of his suspicious look, Bard rolled his eyes and said, "I shouldn't be so petty, okay? The skin of a wizard-level monster is a very high-level magic material. Even apprentices can't use it. I definitely don't have it here."
It’s for sale!”
After a pause, he muttered again: "How many apprentices can afford such things as contract scrolls..."
The Contract Scroll is a rather advanced magic item.
Heath frowned.
If you can't even get it from Bard, it will be a bit troublesome...
Bud glanced at Heath and persuaded: "You can just keep things like magic pets as you like. There is no need to get a contract. You will know when you go out in the future. Many of the treasures you look like now are actually
It's nothing in the wizarding world."
In Bud's opinion, Heath is probably the kind of idiot who picks up a stone on the ground and mistakes it for a gem. The most indispensable thing for freshmen every year when they are admitted to the hospital is this kind of apprentice, who catches a fire-breathing lizard in the forest or
It's a toad that can spit bubbles. I thought it was some great mythical beast and I wanted to take it back as an offering to my ancestors... This is what country bumpkins who have never seen the world are like.
Heath heard what Bard meant. In fact, for more than a month, he had hesitated whether it was worth spending thousands of dollars to contract a spider-type familiar. However, this question gradually increased as he learned more about the little spider.
Then it quickly disappeared.
This is really not a simple little spider...
Heath asked: "Is there no way?"
Bud said: "If you absolutely need it, that's not impossible, but it depends on whether you can afford the price."
Heath asked, "How much?"
Bud stretched out his hand and slapped him.
Heath clicked his tongue and said, "Good guy, one piece of skin costs five hundred magic stones?"
Even if he sells him, he can't afford it.
Bud rolled his eyes and said disdainfully: "Five thousand!"
Heath: "..."
What the hell...
Bard explained: "Official-level monsters are not cheap to begin with, and not just any monster skin can be used to make a contract scroll..."
Heath frowned tightly, never expecting such a result...
"Oh, yes, maybe there is another direction."
At this moment, Bard seemed to have thought of something, patted his forehead and said: "Some time ago, an apprentice came to me and wanted to buy a piece of official-level Warcraft skin to use as a material. It was too expensive. I don't know what to do with it in the end.
Yes, maybe you can ask."
After a pause, he added: "That's your first-year student too."
Heath's eyes lit up: "Oh? Who is it? Do you know it?"
Bud shook his head: "I don't know, but that person also ordered some materials from me. He just arrived today and will probably come to pick them up soon. If you are okay, you can wait here and take a look."
So Heath waited here.
There was no one in the shop at this time, so Bud pulled up a chair for Heath to sit on and started chatting with him. Taking this opportunity, Heath also took out a chair and threw it up.
"Hey, the extraction is successful and you get [Bard's Resentment]"
"Bard's resentment: God is so unfair, why do you give others such good talents when you are also an apprentice!"
Heath: "..."
Well, the system’s extraction is not always reliable, and many strange things will be extracted during the time, such as [board games], [college ghost stories], [dance], [music] and so on.
On more than one occasion, he even extracted the bizarre sexual fantasies of ignorant female apprentices in adolescence... What's even more outrageous was that Heath even had a hard time watching...
"Wizards are all vampires, and they cultivate us in order to drain our value..."
Bud seems to be really resentful... The so-called chatting is actually more about listening to him talk about his bitterness, such as 'the unfairness of fate', 'there is no reward for your efforts', 'this world is so dark'...
And so on.
Seeing the fat man's negative energy, Heath became more determined to have a good future after the six-year period, lest he become like Bud in the future.
Heath, who has had a life experience, knows that no one is born cynical and resentful. The main problem is that he is dissatisfied with his current situation and has no ability to change it. Over time, he begins to despair.
Instead of complaining about the injustice of fate in the future, it is better to hold your fate firmly in your hands from the beginning!
I waited all afternoon at Bard's place, until the sun was almost setting, but I still didn't see the apprentice Bard was talking about. Just when Hess was about to give up, the other party finally came.
But when Heath saw this apprentice, he couldn't help but be stunned. He actually knew this person.
To be exact, there is no one among their batch of apprentices who doesn't know this person...
Heath clicked his tongue and said, "So it's you, Miss Nasha."
This is none other than the campus goddess in the eyes of all the male apprentices, the talented little witch with a well-known reputation.