The Legendary Mage

"How is it not exaggerated? It took me two months to reach the early stages of Novice Mage Stage III, but that was with an Elder's instruction and the aid of Combat Magic."

"Don't feel bad about it; your beauty is your own advantage."

Carlys stuck out her tongue playfully. "Flatterer."

"How should one use Pearlwort to maximize its medicinal effects?"

"Just consume it directly. Elder Jaslin is quite generous, giving Tyral an Advanced Elixir Herb."

Elixir Herbs are categorized as Ordinary, Advanced, and Super. Typically, a common Protégé received a few Ordinary Elixir Herbs each month as a standard issue. Of course, someone of Alavin's servile status wouldn't get any. Advanced Elixir Herbs were reserved for Elite Protégés, while Super Elixir Herbs were so rare that not even Golden Protégés had many.

Cobalt Strike strictly allocated resources based on a Protégé's rank.

"Well, I won't hold back then." Alavin had never before enjoyed the effects of an Advanced Elixir Herb and was very much looking forward to it.

"Now that you're a Novice Mage, you'll need more Elixir Herbs as you progress. Shall we procure some for you?"

"No need, I'll find my own way." In the past, Celesse had provided him with many things in secret, but they both faced punishment once discovered. Since then, unless it was common potions and food, he refused to accept any gifts from Celesse, especially the valuable ones — he didn't want to cause her any more trouble.

Novice Mage Stage VI, so be cautious. If you can avoid her, do so. I must be off now; pastries are best enjoyed warm." Carlys bid farewell to Alavin and made a respectful gesture

his meal, silently returned to sit beside the

the old man. He then sat down again on the stone bench and consumed the Pearlwort, beginning to absorb the pure

some, acquired

had talent, and through trial and error,

combat practice? He would challenge those

he have?

these self-taught skills and sheer willpower that Alavin managed to step into the realm of

bit exaggerated. After much contemplation, he thought of the Restoration Mantra. With three years of study, and two years

he sought answers from the old man,

magic was potent, equivalent to at least a hundred Ordinary Elixir Herbs. Alavin absorbed it deep into the night until it was all converted into energy within

Mage Stage III five days prior, the Pearlwort had now solidified his position in this realm, and he could distinctly feel his internal

indeed wonderful, and when

stabilize Tyral's condition, facilitating his breakthrough to Stage IV in the Sanctum of Mystical Scrolls — this would bring her honor and

them, it was now Alavin who

looked up at the stars and moon. Their bright light was like liquid silver, and from far away, the sounds of warriors training within Cobalt Strike could be heard. Yet this secluded spot near the storeroom

lone grave, which had a marker but

to the inner chamber to sleep;