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

Chapter 56 Mark's Thanks, Everything is Ready

The meeting has ended.

It has been three months since we last met at the mutual aid group.

"It's great to see everyone again!"

Inside Ian's house, the members of the mutual aid society gathered once again.

"Yes, we're finally back!"

Logan stretched his body.

"Still alive!"

William plopped down in his chair, his face etched with exhaustion.

Koro and Alfie are similar.

Emily seemed to be in good spirits because she was inside the academy.

"It seems you've had a tough three months!"

Ian looked at the group and sighed.

"Don't even mention it. With the fighting on the front lines, these wandering wizards have become even more restless. There are always wandering wizards sneaking into the mines." Koro's eyes were still bloodshot, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

"You're only facing wandering wizards; we're facing wizards from the Blackrock School!"

William said from the side.

The difference between schooled wizards and wandering wizards is enormous; their combat power is several times greater.

"Is it really that dangerous?" Emily couldn't help but ask.

William said nothing, but silently lifted the plate armor.

Hiss!

Everyone gasped in shock.

All that could be seen was a scar running from his shoulder to his waist, the wound still tinged with blood.

"But I still have to thank Ian." William turned to look at Ian.

"I?"

Ian, who was sitting at the table, was also taken aback.

Why thank him?

"Ian, didn't you say before that the Potions Department was preparing to send an apothecary to the front lines? Our captain pulled some strings beforehand and got one transferred over. He's the one who saved my life!"

William grinned.

"That's great!" Ian smiled.

"Our captain also wants to thank you and would like to meet you tonight!" William suddenly spoke up again.

"Can."

Ian agreed, saying that getting to know a combat squad leader wouldn't be a bad thing for him.

The conversation quickly moved on from that topic, and naturally, it turned to everyone's progress in mental meditation.

"There are only eight so far."

Logan, Coro, and Alfie are all progressing at the same pace.

"Nine." William had the upper hand; clearly, the combat squad's resources were indeed more abundant.

"Seven!"

Emily sighed; she hadn't expected that Emily would be the slowest.

"War is indeed an opportunity for ordinary wizards!"

William remarked with emotion.

The others nodded in agreement.

Those who leave generally have one or two more mental energy runes than those inside the academy.

This is a gap in resources.

"Eleven," Ian said, pursing his lips.

"As expected, Ian, you have a third-rate talent!" Logan said with envy.

Actually, during their initial learning phase, they felt that Ian's performance didn't seem like that of a fourth-tier talent.

Koro and the others also showed expressions of envy!

The difference between each level of talent is huge.

For low-level wizards, talent is often more useful than resources.

"Lucy, with her second-tier talent, already has fifteen mental runes!"

"Elfi said from the side."

Hiss!

Everyone present gasped in shock.

The more advanced the mental energy runes become, the harder they are to condense. It was already unimaginable for them to condense four runes in five months after joining the department.

"I heard Levi has fourteen, while Beck only has thirteen; it seems he was delayed a bit because of the potions!"

Ian listened to this unknown information from the side.

I was somewhat surprised.

As expected, second-tier talent is still about speed.

However, Baker's progress is only so-so!

There were only two more than him.

"If I improve my talent to level two, maybe I'll have a chance to surpass him?"

Ian's expression turned strange.

But my expectations for second-class talent have grown a little higher.

........

night!

Following William, Ian arrived at a tavern.

"team leader!"

As soon as he entered, William waved to a wizard leaning against a wine cabinet in the distance.

The wizard, with long curly hair, brown eyes, and a bronze badge on his chest, turned around, holding a wine glass.

"William!" the wizard responded, his eyes lighting up when he saw Ian standing next to him.

He strode over, put the bottle aside, wiped his hands, and said, "Hello, I'm Marco Elliott. You must be Ian the Pharmacist. Thank you for reminding me earlier."

"Ian Green, it's nothing, William is my friend."

As he shook hands, Ian said this.

"But I still have to thank you. With the pharmacist, our team's survivability is much stronger. These are some things we captured, so I'll give them to you!" Mark said with a smile as he took out a bag.

"No, no need."

Ian declined.

"I don't need anything from you, I just want to express my gratitude. If it weren't for the pharmacist, we would have suffered heavy casualties this time. Please accept this."

Mark pushed the bag toward Ian firmly.

"OK!"

Ian had no choice but to accept it.

"Have a drink!" Mark then smiled and invited Ian to join the drinking session.

Ian nodded.

Soon, he got to know the rest of Mark's team, which consisted of six people. Apart from Mark, the others were all first-class wizard apprentices.

An hour later.

Mark saw Ian off.

After Ian left, one of the team members looked at Mark and said, "Captain, are you just going to give him the resources for nothing?"

boom!

His head was struck hard.

"Are you all stupid? He's a genius who advanced to the level of a junior pharmacist just a month ago. If you don't send him now, you won't be able to send him later."

Mark said irritably.

A junior pharmacist is naturally not worth much from him, but he had inquired about it today and found that Vivian also thought highly of Ian.

This is definitely a rising star in the potions department, or at the very least, a mid-level apothecary.

What's the big deal about giving a little something?

He might come back someday.

"It has to be the captain!" the team member praised.

William, standing to the side, wore a complicated expression.

His former companions are now being fawned over even by his captain, a second-rate wizard.

"What are you thinking? You'd better get on good terms with them, kid. You're really lucky."

Mark patted William on the head, reminding him.

"clear!"

William smiled.

Yeah, why is he thinking so much? Isn't it good enough that Ian is the key player? Just follow him blindly!

......

On the other side, Ian opened the bag.

There weren't many items in the bag; they were clearly selected.

Twenty magic stones, a book of witchcraft, and some materials rarely seen in any school of thought.

"A magic stone?"

Ian's eyes flickered. Was he using this to test the wizard?

He really needs it.

The witchcraft books provide detailed information about various things in the Emerald Shadow Forest, which will be helpful if Ian wants to go out in the future, so they are quite valuable.

As for the others, there are various specialty materials. There are many types, but they all have one thing in common: they are all easy to monetize.

"It's estimated to be worth at least fifty magic stones."

After some consideration, Ian concluded that Mark was quite generous.

Moreover, the arrival of this magic stone will free him from financial problems for the next few months. At least he will have money to buy materials for witchcraft, allowing him to focus on potion-making and witchcraft.

"Everything is ready. Now all I need to do is focus on getting into second class."

Ian's gaze was resolute.