Choice of Tutors 3

The spiral staircase extended to the top floor, but when Raymon stepped onto the steps leading to the top floor, he found that the light emitted from above was even dimmer.

Without much thought, Raymon did not dare to stay longer on the fourth floor filled with disordered force fields. He rushed up the stairs almost at a trot and stood on the top floor.

But the moment he stepped onto the fifth floor, Raymon felt his body suddenly hit the barrier of the force field. The startled Raymon couldn't help but be surprised because this force field barrier did not even allow the chip to give an advance warning before he abruptly passed through it.

Frowning, Raymon hurriedly turned around to observe. With red dots flashing in his pupils, Raymon found under the chip's probe that this layer of force field barrier seemed gentle and stable without any energy leakage.

It turned out to be a passive sudden detection force field. It would only appear the moment someone touched it.

Frowning, Raymon carefully recalled the touch just now. He seemed to have passed through a layer of water waves, leaving a large ripple on this force field barrier.

Daring not to move around randomly, Raymon stopped. Soon he saw a wooden sign standing at the corner of the staircase with the name of Wizard Edgar written on it in the ancient Gothic alphabet.

"Damn it! Don't you know this place is strictly forbidden to enter in the morning!" A roar suddenly came from the depths of the passage, causing Raymon to narrow his eyes. "Who is so bold to come and destroy my great experiment!"

As the roar approached, an old man soon appeared in Raymon's sight.

With unkempt hair and a wrinkled face under a head of white hair, the old man who ran out quickly from the depths of the passage stared at Raymon with a furious look after seeing him. At the same time, on the old man's raised right hand, massive radiant power was gradually condensing.

Seeing the ink-green thing that had appeared on the old man's raised hand and hearing the chip's alarm in his ears, Raymon's cold sweat almost came down.

With red dots flashing in his pupils, a waterfall of data streams flashed in his sight. Raymon knew the intensity of the radiation emitted from the old man's hand had far exceeded any record in the chip's database.

Daring not to delay any longer under the chip's warning, Raymon shouted loudly, "I'm the new student Raymon! Ms. Margaret asked me to report to you!"

"Hmm?" Suspicion appeared on the furious old man's face. "Little guy, whoever dares to deceive the great tutor Edgar will become fertilizer!"

The cold sweat on Raymon's forehead finally flowed down his temples. Raymon quickly explained the results of his potential test.

As Raymon explained, Edgar's expression gradually eased but remained full of suspicion. He frowned, looked up and down at Raymon for a long time, then turned and walked into the room, impatiently beckoning Raymon to follow him.

"Only a level two apprentice. Heaven knows how long it will take for the great me, tutor Edgar, to have a suitable disciple!" As he entered the room, the old man Edgar complained loudly as if he didn't care about Raymon's feelings at all.

Although Edgar looked impatient, he first condensed a memory orb and then stuffed a pot of weeds into Raymon's hands. "Take this back to cultivate. Remember not to let the plants get too far away from you when you meditate!"

Following Edgar further severely damaged Raymon's self-confidence. According to Edgar, Raymon's current strength was too low. Edgar only temporarily gave Raymon the treatment of a personal disciple because Edgar himself had not accepted a personal disciple for many years. But if Raymon could not reach the peak of a level three apprentice within a year, Edgar would directly end this relationship.

"Remember, as the personal disciple of the great tutor Edgar, you have an enviable tutor admired by all!" With frenzy on his face, the somewhat neurotic Wizard Edgar finished speaking and ignored Raymon again. He turned his attention back to the few pots of plants on the table and began recording on the parchment.

With an embarrassed expression, Raymon held the weeds and the memory orb. For this self-centered, arrogant, and somewhat neurotic old man, Raymon began to doubt whether his initial decision was correct.

But since he had already chosen Edgar, Raymon could only shake his head, put his dissatisfaction aside for the time being, and began receiving data from the memory orb Edgar had given him. But soon a surprise appeared on Raymon's face.

The memory orb Edgar had given him contained information about the weeds in his hand.

The small pot of plants was called "Meditation Grass", which could slightly help calm the mind during meditation, but due to its very weak effect, its effect was doubted in some wizards' records.

However, the information in Edgar's memory orb strongly told Raymon that this "Meditation Grass" bred by Edgar through re-hybridization could increase the effect of meditation by 10%!

Shocked, Raymon narrowed his eyes. If the data provided by Wizard Edgar was true, then this babbling wizard Edgar would be truly great.

With a respectful expression, Raymon looked around Edgar's room.

Spacious and bright, it was like a huge laboratory. Pots of strange plants were placed in transparent containers, most of which Raymon did not recognize. But some plants that existed on the surface world still shocked Raymon.

Ordinary fruit trees bearing four or five different fruits; flowers that could usually only bloom palm-sized flowers were blooming more than ten times larger; common grain crops on the surface were bearing fruits of other species!

Shocked by the guesses in his heart, Raymon breathed out a mouthful of foul air. Looking at Edgar, who was still recording while lying on the table, a very bold guess made Raymon very excited. Anxious to go back and verify, Raymon bowed to Edgar.

But as Raymon was about to turn around and leave the room with the flowerpot, the busy Edgar suddenly shouted loudly, "Remember! Don't come to see me again unless you reach level three apprentice or you let this pot of 'Meditation Grass' wither!"

Startled, Raymon knew this was Edgar's test for him. With a wry smile on his face, Raymon bowed respectfully again before leaving Edgar's room quickly.