Wizard: Max level talent, starting from zero-ring trick.

Chapter 33: Funding Promotion, Counterattack Against Ross

the other side.

As the results came out...

Chris Silvermoon Lake invites Ian to dinner.

"Ian, you've really become famous this time."

Chris tossed her long red hair aside, rested her chin on her hands, and looked at Ian.

Who would have thought that the little guy she didn't take seriously at the time would actually rank fifth among his peers?

Even without the family's influence, Roger would rank fourth.

This is already quite exaggerated, considering that the top three all have second-tier talent.

"Luck, luck."

"Luck won't lead to continuous progress." Chris leaned back, her chest trembling slightly.

"This time, the family has brought me a new contract."

Ian looked up.

"There are two sets in total. One set is the same as before. You only need to provide some help when the family needs it in the future. However, there are only ten magic stones. If you enter the core department, you can get two more." Chris became more serious.

"And the second one?"

"Ian asked."

He guessed that today's events were related to the contract, but he didn't expect that two copies had been prepared.

"The second package includes twenty magic stones, with an additional five for the core department. However, you'll have to step in if the family encounters problems, though the probability is quite low. Actually, I suggest you sign this one. If you really choose the potion department, you'll be very short of magic stones."

Chris's words were partly self-serving, but they were also absolutely sincere advice.

A magic stone is less, but it also carries less responsibility.

A magic stone brings many benefits, but also many responsibilities.

A normal, ordinary wizard would most likely choose the second option.

Because magic stones are really hard to earn.

"The first one," Ian said without hesitation.

"I knew you'd choose this. You're only thirteen, yet you have none of the drive of a teenager." Chris said listlessly, tossing the first contract to Ian.

After glancing at the contract and finding no issues, Ian signed his name.

After dinner.

It was already quite late.

Due to the war, the school imposed a curfew at night.

Chris blinked and smiled, "You can stay overnight, right?"

"this?"

Ian nodded.

There was simply no other way but to impose a curfew.

At night, Chris wore a nightgown that revealed her fair chest and long legs, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Little Ian, don't sneak into my room at night!"

Chris blinked and moved away as her fingertips traced her collarbone.

Ian's lips twitched.

So that's what it means to stay overnight.

Fortunately, the goal has been achieved; at least the funding has been increased.

As for Chris.

Later...

Since we're staying overnight, will it be late to get into our rooms?

……

The next morning!

The sky was not yet fully bright, bathed in the soft, hazy sunlight.

Ian left Maple Leaf Avenue.

As he walked along the road, he saw many wizards heading out of the school, while many others were heading back.

Most of the returning wizards were from the combat departments.

As Ian passed by, he could smell the lingering scent of blood, a faint rusty smell.

"The wizards' battles are still very dangerous!"

Ian speculated.

The scope of the school of thought is not small, but it takes at least some time for a school of thought to emerge from the periphery of the war.

The smell hasn't completely dissipated even from this distance.

Its strength is self-evident.

"No wonder the residential area is never full."

Ian remarked with emotion.

While a first-class apprentice's strength is indeed impressive in the mortal world, here, they are merely at the bottom.

Therefore, he did not want to go to the front lines because it was an environment he could not control.

The college is still the best.

At least the area inside the college is relatively safe.

Ian sighed as he walked around a corner.

His house was already visible to the naked eye.

It was still early, and there was no one around.

Hey!

I stopped walking on the stone-paved road, about ten meters away from the house.

The expression on his face also froze instantly.

His right hand unconsciously reached into his pocket, where the feather Mickey had given him was kept.

"Has anyone been inside?"

Ian tensed up, and his heart began to pound.

The houses in front of me looked peaceful.

The main gate too.

However, the gate was definitely different from when he left, and the ground seemed to have sunk a little.

It's so subtle that a normal wizard would never be able to observe it.

But Ian has a photographic memory; these details are stored in his brain like slides.

A comparison reveals a huge gap.

He might not have noticed the changes a few days ago, but he would never forget them after just one night.

Between breaths.

A faint spiritual energy fluctuation emanated outwards, indicating a spiritual energy probe.

There seemed to be an extra obstacle behind the door.

There really are people.

Ian turned and walked away, opening his mouth and calling out loudly.

Whoever he is, he's safe once the patrol arrives, as this is within the academy.

But in that instant.

He felt as if a thin film had suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He shouted.

The sound stopped abruptly when it hit the membrane.

"Since you've found out, I'll take care of you quickly, in ten seconds."

Ross burst through the door, his eyes fierce, staring at Ian a dozen meters away, his movements practiced.

With a wave of his hand, a large, blood-red hand slammed down towards Ian, showing no mercy.

The bloody hand reeked of blood, and Ian felt as if his mental energy was about to be concentrated.

Murderous intent.

This person wants to kill him.

Moreover, it is extremely powerful.

Ian didn't even recognize the person in front of him, but quickly took out a magic feather from his hand.

With the activation of spiritual power, the feather emitted a powerful and fluid wind element, which, in a single swirling motion, transformed into an explosive tornado.

boom!

The tornado collided with the bloody hand, tearing it apart, then flew forward before slowly dissipating.

"A second-tier wizard's technique, not bad, but it's just an inanimate object. No wizard will stand there and let you hit them."

With a hint of surprise, Ross grinned as he approached Ian and grabbed Ian by the neck with one hand.

Ho ho!

Ian's neck was gripped, and he could barely make a sound.

The person in front of him possessed immense arm strength, and his mental power far surpassed his own.

"Don't expect anyone to come. I've set up some measures on the other side, and the patrol team should be there."

I've set up a quiet area here; no one will notice this place for at least a few minutes.

The wizard's hand broke Ian's arms, and Ross led Ian to an alley.

He watched Ian with great interest.

Ian endured immense pain as he struggled to look at the person before him.

do not know.

I've never seen it before.

But I feel like I've seen those eyebrows and eyes somewhere before.

However, it seems there's no intention to kill him, no, no intention to kill him immediately.

Then there is a chance.

Ian trembled all over as he tried to concentrate his mental energy. If he succeeded, he could cast a spell instantly.

But this will take time.

At this point, the man reluctantly loosened his grip, but could only manage to speak; chanting witchcraft incantations was out of the question.

"Who are you?"

Ian struggled to ask, trying to buy some time.

"You don't need to know that. I'll ask you a few questions, and if you're satisfied, I can let you go," Ross said with a sneer.

It sounds fake.

But Ian continued to cooperate, stalling for time, also wanting to know why this person was targeting him.

"good!"

"I want to know the secret to your rapid growth. I've investigated you, so you'd better not try to fool me," Ross asked, knowing time was of the essence.

Ian's eyes widened.

Is that how it is?

He thought back on the past few months carefully, and although he had maintained a low profile, he seemed to have become increasingly high-profile.

At that moment, Ian instantly realized his mistake.

He always considered the school of thought a safe haven.

But is it really safe here?

Not safe.

It turned out to be the case.

I need to be more careful in the future and not easily reveal my situation.

Ian suddenly realized.

However, we still have to get through the current crisis.

His trump card was instantaneous sorcery, something the guy in front of him would never have anticipated, because it was not something a first-rate wizard would possess.

This is something he has never revealed.

Gritting his teeth, he spoke with difficulty: "Last year I obtained a wizarding book, and after reading it, my talent has been getting better and better."

Ross's eyes lit up.

The wizarding world is indeed full of wonderful treasures, but this guy in front of me is incredibly lucky.

It's his now.

Where did you put it?

He continued to ask, noting that Ian didn't have any wizarding books on him, let alone at home.

"I put it in..."

Ian's voice grew softer and softer, and Ross unconsciously moved a little closer, completely oblivious to the danger that might be brewing.

Right now.

Ian's eyes lit up instantly, his mental energy already focused, and he didn't chant any spells.

The aura of magic instantly coalesced.

"Wind Blade Technique!"

A violent wind blade instantly condensed, enduring intense pain, with nearly half of its mental energy runes being activated.

A spell with an energy intensity of up to twenty-four bursts forth instantly.

Ross's eyes widened in surprise.

But there was simply not enough time to react.

At such a close distance, there is almost no difference between a second-class wizard and a first-class wizard.

Only a faint layer of magic power had time to gather on his neck before it was instantly torn apart by the sharp wind blades.

The head flew high into the air, and the blood turned into a blood-red mist under the wind blades.

boom!

Ross's head lay on one side, his eyes still filled with deep confusion and bewilderment.

They seemed puzzled as to why a wizard who had only been enrolled for a few months could instantly unleash such a powerful spell.

"That's why we have to hide our strength!"

Ian slumped to the ground, enduring the headache caused by his mental strain.

Looking at the corpse in front of him.

I'm glad I had some hidden tricks up my sleeve.

"This is the first time, and it will absolutely be the last."

Ian struggled to his feet, grimacing in pain, and walked outside.

The patrol team arrived just in time.