March 1st, Third Floor of the Wizard Tower.
In his residence.
"This is the Sacred Lake Blessing..."
Roy held up a beaker, examining the clear, transparent liquid inside.
It faintly emitted a pure white glow, carrying a subtle fragrance of grass and wood.
Just the scent alone evoked images of a serene forest, where a beautiful lake shimmered with a magical aura under the moonlight.
The scene of lush grass, singing birds, and drooping willow branches, all enveloped in an indescribably sacred atmosphere, was utterly intoxicating.
Under the observation of the [Eye of Hermes], it radiated a deep green glow.
This indicated a first-grade Magical Aura.
"This is no longer an apprentice-level Alchemy Potion; it has reached the first-grade stage!"
After carefully analyzing it with his "Corresponding Ability Level +4" appraisal skill, Roy nodded to himself.
Thanks to the Wizard Tower's supportive policies, materials were regularly supplied from the Tower's stores, and anyone with sufficient wealth and status could purchase them.
Otherwise, relying solely on personal collection and foraging, it would have been nearly impossible to gather the necessary ingredients for such a concoction.
Then, Roy tilted his head back and drank the entire potion, even licking the beaker clean, leaving not a single drop wasted.
Moments later, he felt a strange force gathering in his mind. The Source of Magic, which he had been unable to solidify despite prolonged Meditation, was catalyzed and quickly took form.
It was as if a cold flame, devoid of heat, had been ignited in his mind, illuminating the surroundings.
This sensation of "burning" persisted until the next day, when it finally solidified completely.
A faint, yet unmistakable, Wizardry Energy Radiation naturally penetrated his skin and began to spread into the external environment.
"The Source of Magic... it's done!"
Confirming this, Roy felt a surge of joy.
...
Training Ground.
An apprentice attendant recognized Roy as he arrived and quickly jogged over, respectfully asking, "Senior Roy, how may I assist you?"
Roy replied, "Find me a quiet, private training room."
The apprentice attendant said, "There are no large ones available at the moment. Please wait a moment; I'll clear one out immediately!"
Roy felt a bit speechless, instinctively wanting to say that it wasn't necessary to go through so much trouble and that a smaller one would suffice.
But considering the "cultural differences," he chose to remain silent.
He had come to understand that, as the top apprentice, if you didn't assert yourself a bit, people would assume you were incompetent!
A moment later, several people emerged from the training room, their faces filled with respect as they bowed and said, "Senior Roy! Please, it's all yours."
Roy gave a slight nod and, without saying much more, walked in.
Before beginning his tests, Roy stood at one end of the training ground, recalling what he knew about the Source of Magic.
The true source of magic lies within the soul. Through the operation of Mental Strength, Mana, or magical power, can be refined.
Once it takes effect, it becomes Wizardry Energy or spell energy.
These are essentially the same thing, just referred to differently in various systems and processes.
It's like the same river, which may have different names in different countries and regions.
But overall, it remains consistent.
In a broader sense, this is an impersonal supernatural force that exists among all living beings, a force of thought and will.
In a narrow sense, a certain level of intensity and quality of Mental Strength is required to condense and directly act upon the physical world.
This action is essentially what is referred to as "leverage" in the process of spellcasting.
After confirming this, Roy began to use his Mental Strength to guide the Source of Magic.
Thanks to the magic-conducting properties of Blood Mercury, he quickly sensed a mysterious force filling his entire body, rapidly refined into Wizardry Energy.
A low incantation echoed.
"..."
Moments later, the same spell, but a completely different experience emerged.
This time, Roy truly felt as if his entire body was simultaneously responding to the power of the incantation.
Besides the increased casting speed...
The rules of "leverage"...
He finally sensed them!
"I now possess a Source of Magic equivalent to that of a first-level Wizard. If during the apprentice stage, 1 unit of Mental Strength could mobilize 2 units of spell power, equivalent to a 200% multiplier...
Now, it's directly 4 units, equivalent to a 400% multiplier!
At higher levels in the future, it could reach 800%! 1600%!
Those are the leverage rules of second and third-level Wizards!"
Even before experiencing other wonders, Roy was deeply shocked.
This was the beginning of achieving miracles through sheer force!
He poured the Wizardry Energy of the "Animation Art" into a piece of iron chain he casually took out.
Instantly, the chain clattered, moving like a swift python, darting and coiling around a wooden stake ahead.
In a short time, the stake was deeply marked by the chain.
"From what I know, some Wizards who also practice 'Animation Art' choose to use special chains as their weapons.
For example, special materials that can be infused with fire or ice Element energy.
Once they entangle an enemy, they continuously cause damage...
But all of that costs money!"
As Roy pondered, with a command, the chain suddenly exerted force, directly causing the stake to explode.
Amidst the flying wood chips, Roy truly felt the amplified power!
After testing in the training room for a while, suddenly, Celine came looking for him.
"That Ivent has been caught, and the other accomplices have also been found."
"Oh?" Roy pondered briefly, "Take me to see them."
...
On the second floor of the Wizard Tower.
In a large classroom.
Ivent and several other apprentices implicated by Canilla's confession were gathered together, tearfully explaining and pleading for mercy.
"Lord Roy, this really has nothing to do with us."
"It's all about money."
"We were just compiling information and providing leads, we didn't even know it was against you!"
"Right, if we had known, we wouldn't have dared?"
"Enough!" Winter, standing guard nearby, scolded them.
This time, after returning from outside, Roy immediately notified his old friends Andov and Niya, and also sought help from Damo, Winter, Olinda, and others.
Everyone showed great respect, doing their best, killing those who needed to be killed, and dealing with those who needed to be dealt with.
In just one day, they avenged Roy and brought Ivent and a few others who were less involved.
Celine brought a chair from the side, and Roy sat down.
"Enough nonsense, if apologies were useful, what would be the point of compensation?
"I won't make things difficult for you. Each of you will face punishment according to your level of involvement!
If you refuse to accept the punishment, then prepare to die!"
Everyone turned pale.
However, this was ultimately an opportunity to settle the grievances, so they had no choice but to comply.
Ivent knew he was the most deeply involved and couldn't escape, so he reluctantly handed over the rewards that Canilla and the others had given him.
"Is that all? You don't think this will settle the score, do you?"
Roy said, clearly dissatisfied.
"Please give me time to gather more. I will do my best to satisfy you."
Ivent pleaded with a sorrowful expression.
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