Magic Apprentice

A somewhat illusory green magic circle appeared in the old man's hand. Then, it slowly rose and rotated to wrap around Parr's wrist.

"What is this?"

Parr was shocked and hurriedly took a few steps back. He shook his wrist forcefully, but he could not shake off the magic circle at all. Just as he was about to use his hand to rub it, the old man opened his mouth to stop him.

"Don't worry. This is only the most common detection magic. It is not harmful to the body."

The old man explained with a smile. Then, he waved his hand, and the circular magic circle left Parr's wrist before flying back to the old man's hand.

"Let me see."

The old man carefully observed the magic circle that had some changes, and then he was surprised.

"Amazing! Little boy, your bone age shows that you are only ten years old this year, but your physical strength has already reached the standard of an Elementary Knight Apprentice. Not only that, but your mental strength is also very high. You are really gifted!"

After saying that, the old man casually dispersed the magic circle and looked at Parr with a more amiable gaze. He asked softly, "Little Boy, have you ever thought of becoming a Mage?"

"Ah?"

Parr thought about the two cultists during that night in Haystack Village when it comes to Mages. Besides Colin, the other Bronze-level cultist was really powerful.

Since the only Mage that Parr encountered since arriving at this world was a cultist, Parr had to ask, "What is the relationship between Mages and cultists?"

Parr retreated to the door and looked at the old man warily.

"Haha!"

The old man smiled disdainfully, stood up straight, and said arrogantly,

"Please don't associate us Mages with those lunatics who don't have any technical skills and only rely on shouting to cast spells. Mages and cultists are entirely different."

"Oh?"

The old man's genuine look moved Parr. He had a data panel, so it would be easy for him to become a Mage, and it would also be easy for him to level up. After reaching a high level, he could conjure fireballs and have a thunder ball floating beside him. The scene was exciting to think about!

"But, how can I become a Mage?"

"It's very simple."

The old man gave his answer.

"Just be my student!"

Parr lowered his head and thought for a moment before asking, "If I become your student, will I be able to travel all over the continent?"

The old man said, "For now, you can't. If you want to become a qualified Mage, you have to learn the basics from me for a few years first."

Parr asked, "How many years is that?"

The old man said, "If your comprehension is good, you can perhaps do it in ten years?"

"Uh..."

'Ten years! I won't be able to go out and kill cultists. How am I supposed to be interested in learning from you?' Parr cursed in his heart. Then, he looked at his Spiritual Energy Points and asked with a hint of expectation in his voice, "Can I go and kill cultists while I'm studying?"

The old man didn't expect Parr to ask this question. He looked at Parr and thought how much this boy hated cultists! Could it be that cultists killed his whole family?

"Can I?"

Seeing that the old man didn't speak for a long time, Parr asked again.

"No."

The old man shook his head and said, "Little boy, if you want to kill cultists, you can do so after you become a one-star Mage. But before that, you have to focus on studying."

"Then forget it."

Parr shook his head and rejected the old man's suggestion. He knew his advantage. If he could not kill to obtain Energy Points, he would not become stronger quickly. 

"Little boy, why don't you give this further thought before making a decision?" 

This old man was the same as the black-robed man from the night at Haystack Village. He saw Parr's talent in Spiritual Power and did not want to let this good seedling go. However, Parr still shook his head and said that he would not miss out on the chance to kill cultists.

After persuading for a long time, the old man finally gave up. A Mage had to study for long years, but it seems that Parr was not willing to do so. However, the old man did not give up completely. He lowered his head and thought for a while. Then, he took out a book with black leather and silver edges. He tore out a page filled with words and handed it to Parr.

"Boy, your Spiritual Power is so high. It will be a pity if you don't become a Mage. Even if you don't want to become a Mage now, you can't waste your talent. This page contains the most basic meditation technique. It can train and increase your Spiritual Power. You should practice it first. When you want to become a Mage, just come back and look for me."

Parr silently took the page from the old man. When a notification appeared on the data panel that a skill could be learned, his little face lit up with joy. Then, he looked up at the old man and sincerely thanked him.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

"Hahaha, you little brat."

The old man smiled and shook his head. Then, he took out a bronze badge from his pocket. On it, there was also a cross pattern of sword and shield. However, the star at the bottom was only a single one. This was the lowest level 1-star adventurer badge of the Adventurer's Guild. It meant that the strength of the person holding this badge was below Bronze-level.

After taking out the badge, the old man recorded the basic information of Parr on the back of it. Name, age, registration location, and a string of numbers.

"Okay, registration is complete. Take a look."

The old man threw the one-star Adventurer Badge to Parr. Parr took it and looked at it. There was no problem, so he left the room immediately. When he was about to re-enter the Adventurer's Guild Hall, Parr stopped. He thought of something and quickly turned back. He saw the old man walking out of the room, so he asked loudly, "Grandpa, I still don't know your name. What if I can't find you when I come here?"

"Hahaha, I thought you wouldn't ask!"

The old man smiled, then said proudly, "Little boy, listen well. My name is Abel, the Bluestone City Adventurer's Guild President, a four-star Mage."

…

After finishing their business, Parr and John stepped out of the Adventurer's Guild gate. On the way to the tavern, Parr couldn't help but ask curiously,

"Uncle John, are four-star Mages more powerful than you?"

"Nonsense!"

John rolled his eyes. Although he did not want to admit it, he could not admit defeat.

"Boy, a four-star Mage is already a Silver-level existence. Who do you think is more powerful then?"

"I see!"

Parr nodded and looked at the data panel.

"Beep, learnable skill detected. Would you like to spend 10 Spiritual Energy Points to learn it?"

"Yes!"

"Beep, 10 Spiritual Energy Points have been consumed. Skill successfully learned."

"Beep, congratulations on unlocking a new class realm."

Name: Parr Skystar

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 10 (20)

Realm: 

Elementary Knight Apprentice (44/100)

Elementary Mage Apprentice (0/10)

Stamina: 81/100

Spirit Points: 8/10

HP: 100/100

Talents:

Get Up On Time LVL 3

Bright Eyes LVL 2

Danger Foresight LVL 2

Skills:

Wind Wolf Basic Breathing Technique MAX LVL

Wind Wolf Basic Sword Drawing Technique MAX LVL

Brilliant Light LVL 1

Basic Meditation Technique LVL 1 (the most basic and stable meditation technique. Able to recover Spirit Ponts extremely slowly. 1 point in 30 minutes)

Life Energy Points: 217

Spiritual Energy Points: 11

"Amazing!"

With a glance, Parr noticed the changes on the data panel. There was an Elementary Mage Apprentice section in the realm column. The parentheses and lights behind it meant that he could level it up further.

"Beep, would you like to use 10 Spiritual Energy Points to level up to an Intermediate Mage Apprentice?"

"Oh my God! I think I have three lives!"

Parr did not choose to level up. Instead, he counted with his fingers. He already had one life. An Elementary Knight Apprentice who could level up at any time had one life. With the addition of Elementary Mage Apprentice, wasn't that three lives total for him?

If he counted the Life Energy Points used to recover his HP, Parr would have four lives now.

"If I had nine job classes, would I be a cat with nine lives?"

Parr fantasized about that scene. He felt that this was the direction he should strive for in the future. Speaking of that, were there nine classes in this world?

…

John led the dumbfounded Parr into the lively tavern. He looked around and frowned when he realized that there were no seats available. A dense red battle aura rose from his body. The people at the table closest to him ran off in an instant. The most beautiful waitress in the tavern immediately went forward to clean up the mess on the table. Then, she bent down and made an inviting gesture.

"Sir Knight, please take a seat. What would you like to eat? We have grilled chicken here."

"I'll take the most expensive one you have!"

John still acted like a madman. He waved his hand heroically without even looking at the menu. Then, he flicked a gold coin to the beautiful waitress and patted her butt. He then winked and said with a smile, "While you're at it, get me the best room here. Prepare some hot water as well. I want to take a shower after eating. And then who knows what do I need next? Hehehe."

"Okay, Sir Knight, please wait a moment."

After being patted on the butt, the beautiful waitress's green almond eyes became hazy. She knew that she had met a lusty adventurer today. This was an excellent opportunity to make money! She hurriedly walked to the kitchen of the tavern. After arranging everything, she went to the second floor and booked the best room for John.

"Sc*mbag!"

Parr, who had already recovered from his shock, looked at John and muttered softly. He felt truly bitter.

…

"Hello, Sir Knight, I am..."

Just as the two of them were waiting for the food to be served, an ordinary-looking brown-haired young man walked over and started chatting with John. He first rambled on for a while before explaining his purpose of coming.

"Sir Knight, our caravan is heading to the countryside of Viscount Mist's territory to collect some goods. I heard that there are quite a lot of bandits there, so I would like to ask you..."

Bang!

Without waiting for the brown-haired young man to finish his words, John suddenly slapped the table. Then, he kicked away the stool next to him, causing it to trip over a brown-haired young man who was running out of the tavern.

"Little boy!"

Parr, who had already realized that something was wrong, had already pounced out. The large package he had placed by his feet had unknowingly been cut open, and some items inside were missing. The items were in the hands of the brown-haired youth who had tripped over.

Bang!

The brown-haired youth was just about to get up when he was pressed to the ground by Parr. Parr raised his fist and gave the youth a heavy blow. He stopped when John grabbed the young man's neck and pulled him over.

Even so, Parr still kicked the brown-haired youth who had already fainted a few times.

"You dare to steal from me?"

Among the people Parr hated most, cultists were ranked first, and thieves were ranked second. It was all because a pickpocket in his previous life stole the money he earned from hard work, and he almost starved to death. It deeply traumatized him.