6.2? My spiritual power limit is much stronger than that of other Wizard Apprentices. Could it be because I'm a transmigrator?
Whatever the reason, this was definitely a good thing for Carl, as it at least showed that his talent was extraordinary in some respects.
Donning a light robe, Carl walked out of his room barefoot.
As an Advanced Wizard Apprentice, his spiritual power acted like a constantly operating radar, scanning everything around him.
A feeling of having everything under control surfaced in his mind.
Following that feeling, Carl gently raised his arm and softly uttered,
A gentle breeze suddenly rose before him, like an invisible spirit leaping across the lawn into the distance. For original chapters go to novel·fıre·net
Words triggering magic?
It was just his powerful spiritual power naturally causing certain elements in the world to vibrate and manifest anomalies.
With a gentle clench of his hand.
The Fire Element gathered, forming a fist-sized Fireball in his palm, gently flickering.
The ground trembled. A clump of soil rose and, following Carl's will, shaped itself into a lifelike clay figure.
Water burst forth in mid-air, spraying in all directions, then suddenly dispersed, transforming into dew that nourished the lawn.
Carl's expression was complex, a mix of relief, amazement, and satisfaction, which eventually settled into a faint smile.
Being an Advanced Wizard Apprentice is completely different from before. It's not just about strength, but also a kind of metamorphosis to some extent. Every move carries Extraordinary Power. Is this what it feels like to be close to becoming an Official Wizard?
There are over thirty registered Advanced Wizard Apprentices in the Swamp Alliance, and now I am one of them.
Carl raised an eyebrow, turning his head to look toward a nearby spot.
His gaze fell upon several wooden houses, different from his own dwelling and clearly well-maintained.
Hibell rarely returned.
Little Pyne and Catherine each had their own wooden house.
By this time, darkness had fallen. Little Pyne was long asleep, while a light still shone from Catherine's room.
Faint voices vibrated through the air, drifting into Carl's perception.
"Great and merciful Master of Dawn, Your devout follower kneels in worship..."
"You are the God of Abundance, the Master of All Things."
"Your follower, Catherine..."
Endless Sea Domain. A merchant ship flying the flag of the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce emerged from the fog near an island.
The captain put away his spyglass and swung his hand mightily,
"Catch at least six water monkeys, and remember, they must be alive! Miss one, and I'll have your lives!"
This island was home to a group of water monkeys.
Upon learning that the primary ingredient in the Rage Potion was water monkey blood, Emma had urgently dispatched a vessel for the hunt.
This sea vessel had set out empty, solely for the purpose of capturing water monkeys.
"Don't worry, Captain. You know how we operate, right? We'll handle this beautifully for you."
A few bare-chested sailors chuckled as they exited, bantering amongst themselves before leaping off the merchant ship.
The men leaped into the water, hardly making a splash.
With a gentle kick of their legs underwater, they darted forward, their speed rivaling that of swordfish in the sea.
In the blink of an eye, they vanished.
The first mate stepped forward and asked curiously,
"This voyage... is it really just to catch a few water monkeys? Won't this be a huge loss for us?"
Their ship was no ordinary merchant vessel; it was one of the Chamber's top merchant ships, second only to the *Dragon King*.
A single voyage cost tens of thousands of Divine Grace Coins in wear and tear alone, not to mention other expenses.
"You don't need to worry about that," the captain said expressionlessly. "We just need to complete the mission. Nothing else concerns us."
The first mate complied, then sighed, "I wonder if Madam and Young Miss can reorganize the Chamber of Commerce. I've heard the two vice-chairmen have been approached by other factions."
They had departed in such haste that they didn't even know Jasper was dead, nor that Monroe had secluded himself.
The captain spoke slowly, "I believe Young Miss will be able to..."
He paused mid-sentence, his expression turning puzzled as he looked ahead. "What is that?"
"Indeed!" The first mate stepped forward, straining his eyes. "It looks like... something."
Time seemed to freeze. Their expressions stiffened, only their pupils gradually dilated.
Veins bulged on the captain's forehead as he roared,
And the first mate, his face deathly pale, staggered backward, his eyes filled with terror,
The fog still lingered over the sea.
Through the lingering fog, a colossal ship could be vaguely seen swaying, as if being dragged by some unseen force, before it was pulled down and sank into the depths of the sea.