Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Profession, Wind Spirit Moon Shadow
"You have one year to beco an Elentary Apprentice. Of course, this is the deadline. The sooner you beco an apprentice during this period, the higher your spiritual talent, which will also improve your treatnt after entering the school."
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Ron felt as if his brain’s mories had fallen into a tumbling washing machine, being tossed and turned continuously, with fragnted mories constantly piecing together.
This chaos had persisted for several days, and only now was the fusion of souls considered complete.
On one side was an ordinary university student on Earth who died suddenly from staying up late playing gas;
On the other side was—the fifth son of Count Ralph.
Without inheritance rights, he indulged in pleasure within the castle, thinking only of fooling around with the beautiful maids all day.
Of course, these happy indulgent days only lasted until he turned fifteen.
Ron rubbed his temples, and the mories unfolded in his mind like an ink-stained picture scroll:
In the hall, the candle fla flickered unnaturally in the silence.
Black candles were arranged in a circle, and the flickering flas cast distorted shadows on the masked face of a white-robed mage.
The white-robed Wizard spoke, their voice like tal scraping, void of any warmth: "Spiritual power talent, barely reaching the minimum standard line."
Her slender fingers brushed over a crystal ball, where the swirling dark red mist gradually condensed into a symbol, the color very dim.
At the mont of hearing the verdict, his father’s expression froze, his once upright spine now slightly hunched, seemingly aging ten years instantly.
Having spiritual talent was, of course, sothing to be happy about, but only if it was outstanding enough, or it would rely be material regularly provided to Wizards for experintation.
"According to the contract, your kingdom still owes a few seed shares to the ’Black Mist Jungle’, so I’ll take this one too."
The white-robed Wizard was not using a negotiating tone, rely informing those present, then turned towards Ron, waving her magic wand.
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At this point, the picture in the mory began to look repetitive, with the white-robed Wizard taking him, along with other "seeds" from within the kingdom, to this Black Mist Jungle, provided with only that one "Basic ditation Technique" as free mysterious knowledge.
Yet, his daily efforts in ditation yielded scant results.
Ron looked at the worn-out "Basic ditation Technique" in front of him, with the frayed "Abyssal Travelogue
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